"You’ve lost!"
Xiao Yi looked at Yang Kun with a playful expression.
Yang Kun’s face twitched violently: "..."
He glared at Dan Chenzi, his eyes ice-cold to the extreme, as if to say: Weren’t you the one who claimed that the Ink Jiao was incurable? How then did someone save it with just a few lowly herbs?
Dan Chenzi was also in complete disbelief, staring intently at Xiao Yi as he demanded, "This is impossible, it makes no sense! It was clearly at the brink of death, beyond redemption, and you cured it with just a few cheap herbs?"
Dan Chenzi began to doubt his entire life.
He had been an alchemist for many years, passionately devoted to the medical path, and had earned himself the reputation of a miracle doctor.
But today...
An Ink Jiao he had declared beyond help was revived by Xiao Yi with a few insignificant herbs.
This completely overturned his beliefs of several hundred years!
Xiao Yi smiled slightly and calmly said, "Dragons are inherently lustful, and the Jiao is no exception... And you have bound this Ink Jiao in the cold abyss for hundreds of years. Let alone an Ink Jiao, even a normal man imprisoned like that, abstinent for hundreds of years, would certainly become despondent, right? Just now, I used the herbs to stimulate it, and then replenished its vitality with the spiritual energy from the Spirit Gathering Array. Allowing it to let off steam and find satisfaction, it naturally recovered on its own!"
Hiss!
People looked at each other, many disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect showing shame: "So that’s how it is, Dean Xiao is truly formidable, we even doubted him..."
"This is what a true master is like!"
"Not like some people who can’t identify the crux of the problem, outright deceiving with talk of no cure..."
Dan Chenzi’s face turned shades of green and white.
Dan Chenzi’s chest heaved violently as he glared with his eyes fixed on Xiao Yi, his teeth gritted with anger: "Heretical practices, this is heretical practices, not the medical path at all, I disdain to associate with someone like you..."
He prided himself on being a holy hand in the medical path.
He had rarely encountered a rival in the field of medicine.
How could he possibly admit to being inferior to a youth whom he had never taken seriously, one still wet behind the ears?
"Heretical practices?"
Xiao Yi asked, "I’d like to ask you what is the medical path?"
Dan Chenzi spoke righteously: "To save the dying and heal the injured, to cure disease with medicine!"
Xiao Yi took a step forward: "Who saved the Ink Jiao?"
"You..."
Dan Chenzi hesitated for a moment, then angrily said, "So what? The methods you used are not righteous..."
Xiao Yi’s voice rose a notch: "What is righteousness? The ’incurable’ you spoke of is righteous? The ’beyond help’ you claimed is righteous? To knowingly have a way to save it yet watch it die is righteous?"
"I, I..."
Dan Chenzi stumbled backward, unable to respond.
"Rigid and inflexible, that is your so-called righteousness."
"Not understanding the root cause of the ailment, merely declaring it incurable is your so-called righteousness."
"And I, using extraordinary measures to save it, am practicing heretical methods? What kind of reasoning is that? It seems to me it’s you who is practicing heretical methods, harming others and yourself, a path of plotting and endangering lives..."
With every word Xiao Yi said, he took a step forward, relentlessly pressing in, making Dan Chenzi retreat again and again.
His back was already soaked with cold sweat.
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Breathing heavily with great gasps of breath.
Dan Chenzi pointed at Xiao Yi with fury, but he was speechless.
Xiao Yi, from the high ground, looked down at him coldly: "You, are unfit to be a doctor!"
Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of old blood and fell straight to the ground, fainting.
Yang Kun: "..."
Shen Yan: "..."
Everyone: "..."
A sixth-tier senior alchemist, the miraculous doctor Dan Chenzi, to actually be scolded into spitting blood and fainting by Xiao Yi, it was unthinkable, unheard of!
Xiao Yi let out a cold laugh, turning his gaze back to Yang Kun: "Your Highness Yang Ling, it’s time to honor our bet."
Yang Kun’s eyes twitched slightly, and seeing everyone’s eyes on him, he let out a cold snort: "I accept my loss today! This Ink Jiao, I’ll cede to you!"
Having said this, he turned to leave.
Xiao Yi said, "Your Highness sure has a short memory, already forgotten the bet we just made? Besides the ink python, there are still a thousand kowtows owed!"
"You..."
Yang Kun stopped in his tracks, glaring furiously, "Xiao Yi, do not push things too far!"
"Push things too far? Is Your Highness accusing me of crying ’Stop, thief’?"
Xiao Yi’s face showed mockery as he teased, "The bet was proposed by Your Highness in the first place, and I’m merely collecting the debt from the wager! To repay a debt is only natural, and having lost the bet, you are, of course, expected to fulfill the terms... However, Your Highness could simply turn around and leave, but if you do, it won’t take long for word of this to spread through every street and alley of the imperial city, and who knows, it might even reach the Emperor’s ears...."
"Are you threatening me?" Yang Kun said through gritted teeth.
If this matter were to spread throughout the imperial city, his prestige would be utterly ruined.
If it reached Emperor Qian’s ears...
Not to mention the inevitable scolding, it would also seriously damage his image in Emperor Qian’s eyes.
In this difficult situation,
it was actually Yang Ling who stepped forward, pleading on his behalf, "Xiao Yi, for my sake, let’s forget about the kowtowing!"
Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders, "Since His Highness has interceded for him, let’s just leave it at that!"
Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and nodded gratefully towards Xiao Yi, then turned to Yang Kun, "Brother, you should go!"
Yang Kun glared fiercely at Xiao Yi and Yang Ling, his eyes filled with venomous hatred, and gritted his teeth, "Xiao Yi, I will remember today’s enmity!"
Whoosh!
Yang Kun flung his sleeves and strode away.
He couldn’t even be bothered to take Dan Chenzi, who was lying on the ground, with him.
Shen Yan looked towards the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect disciples standing aside, "Haven’t you guys taken Dan Chenzi to His Highness yet?"
"Yes!"
Two disciples immediately lifted Dan Chenzi and followed after him.
Shen Yan turned to Xiao Yi and Yang Ling, his mood quite pleased as a result of the ink python’s recovery, and said with a smile, "Your Highness Yang Ling, Dean Xiao, we owe the recovery of the ink python to your help."
"You’re too polite, Vice Sect Leader Shen!" said Xiao Yi.
Yang Ling said in a deep voice, "Vice Sect Leader Shen, I presume you’re also aware of the purpose of my visit...."
Shen Yan nodded and responded, "Rest assured, Your Highness. Since Dean Xiao has cured the ink python, I will naturally honor our promise. This ink python can be transferred to your custody, to be used as the sacrificial offering in the Ancestral Ritual..."
The sacrificial offering does not need to be killed.
However, if it wins first place in the Ancestral Ritual, the offering will be taken by the royal family to Divine Beast Mountain to become a national guardian beast, and it will not be returned to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
For the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect...
The ink python was already at death’s door, and its revival was a net gain.
They naturally wouldn’t offend Yang Ling over this.
Yang Ling relaxed and smiled, "In that case, I deeply thank Vice Sect Leader Shen. Regardless of whether the ink python becomes the Ancestral Ritual’s first offering, I, Yang Ling, will not forget this favor!"
"No need for thanks, Your Highness!"
Shen Yan smiled, then proposed, "Your Highness, Dean Xiao, chance encounters are better than formal ones. Why not join me for a casual drink?"
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Faced with such a sincere invitation, Yang Ling and Xiao Yi looked at each other and didn’t refuse, "Then we shall impose!"
"No imposition at all, no imposition!"
With a hearty laugh, Shen Yan and the group promptly departed.
However...
Shortly after everyone had left, a shadow reappeared near the cold pond.
The person was Yang Kun!
He had returned, his cold gaze fixed on the ink python that had settled into a deep slumber. A cold ferocity flashed across Yang Kun’s eyes, "If I can’t have it, I’d rather see it destroyed than benefit you!"
Whoosh!
An icy gleam of a blade burst forth from his sword, transforming into a hundred-yard blade that slashed towards the ink python’s head.
A mournful howl echoed throughout the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
Yang Kun watched the ink python, now decapitated, a cold smile on his lips as he disappeared into the void...