Once they came to an agreement, the group followed the young ox-rider up the mountain via a small path.

Chi Huo Old Ghost had originally intended to go straight up the mountain using Sword Control, but Song Changsheng stopped him. After all, they were visiting a Celestial Artisan Master, and doing so would have been far too rude.

Along the way, Song Changsheng looked at the young ox-rider and asked with a smile, "And what should I call you, young Fellow Daoist?"

The young man was taken aback and flattered. Although he was Master Lu’s Direct Disciple, it was the first time a Foundation Establishment Cultivator had ever been so polite to him.

He hastily cupped his hands and replied, "To answer Elder Song, I am Li Anmin."

"Fellow Daoist Li, would you mind telling me about your junior sister’s injuries in detail? That way, I can be better prepared."

Song Changsheng felt fairly confident in his ability to treat injuries. After all, he had previously healed the severe wounds of both Chi Huo Old Ghost and Xia Qingxue.

’But given Master Lu’s standing, for him to be at a complete loss for so long means his daughter’s condition is probably extraordinarily difficult. I should get the details first to prepare myself.’

Li Anmin nodded quickly. "Of course.

My junior sister is my master’s only daughter. She’s just fourteen this year. Since she was a child, she’s been clever and lovely, and my master has always doted on her. Six years ago, after she was found to have a Spirit Root, he basically wrapped her in cotton wool, protecting her very carefully.

Then, a year ago, when neither Master nor I were paying attention, she stole a Token, opened the Array, and ran down the mountain. Master was frantic. He went down the mountain to search for her himself and eventually found her by a river.

After he brought her back, she fell into a coma and hasn’t woken up since. During this time, Master has invited all the renowned pill experts from the region to treat her. They’ve tried everything, but nothing has had any effect.

Later, my master even posted a reward: anyone who could heal my junior sister would be given a Tier Two High-Grade Flying Ship that he personally crafted as a thank-you gift.

Many people were drawn by the offer, including a Tier Three Low-Grade Physician, but even he was completely helpless..."

As he said this, Li Anmin sighed, his eyes dimming.

Just then, Song Qingxi, who had been holding Little Lingyun, couldn’t help but ask, "What kind of injuries does this Miss Lu have that so many people have been unable to do anything?"

At her words, a hint of confusion crossed Li Anmin’s eyes. "I’m not sure. When my junior sister was found, she was lying in a pool of blood.

Her injuries were severe, but thanks to Master’s tireless efforts, they eventually healed completely. For some unknown reason, however, she just won’t wake up.

According to that Tier Three Low-Grade Physician, her body is fine. She’s just a bit weak from all the blood she lost..."

Li Anmin trailed off, but Song Changsheng knew that Miss Lu’s condition couldn’t be that simple.

’If they can’t even treat weakness caused by blood loss, these so-called pill experts might as well go sell grilled skewers for a living.’

’Looks like this is going to be a real challenge,’ Song Changsheng thought.

Although he was confident in the Secret Technique he’d learned from the Daoist Scripture, his experience was mostly limited to treating external wounds. He had only ever encountered a case as bizarre as Miss Lu’s with Xia Qingxue.

Xia Qingxue’s case was because her special constitution had triggered a protective mechanism, causing her Divine Soul to fall into a coma. It was a rare but classic example of such a phenomenon.

Even a layman like Song Changsheng had been able to find clues about it in medical texts; there was no reason professional Physicians and Alchemists wouldn’t have figured it out.

So, he could essentially rule out Miss Lu’s case being similar to Xia Qingxue’s.

’Oh well. I’ll never know if I don’t try.’ Song Changsheng pushed the thoughts from his mind and continued silently up the mountain path.

Led by Li Anmin, they arrived at the summit of Qiaojiang Mountain. A sprawling courtyard estate stood there, surrounded by verdant Clearing Spirit Grass whose fragrance was both refreshing and uplifting.

"Elder Song, this is my master’s cultivation estate. Please wait a moment while I go announce your arrival."

Li Anmin cupped his hands, walked to the courtyard gate, and moved his lips silently for a moment.

A moment later, the heavy gates opened with a CREAK, and an old man walked out. He had a haggard expression, bloodshot eyes, and disheveled hair.

He had a face that warned strangers to stay away. His scrutinizing gaze swept right past Li Anmin and landed on Song Changsheng. "You’re Song Changsheng?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

In the Cultivation Realm, addressing someone by their full name was highly impolite, but Lu Tianchou paid it no mind, even though the man before him was known for his fearsome reputation.

Unfazed, Song Changsheng cupped his hands and replied, "That would be me."

"Can you heal my daughter?" Lu Tianchou’s gaze grew sharp and aggressive.

"I won’t know until I’ve examined her," Song Changsheng replied, calmly meeting the man’s gaze. Even though he wasn’t very confident, he couldn’t let it show.

"You certainly have a reputation, but I’ve never heard that you practice healing. Are you a Physician?"

"No," Song Changsheng replied, shaking his head honestly.

"An Alchemist?"

"No."

After hearing "no" twice, Lu Tianchou’s expression turned ugly. He glared at Li Anmin and snarled, "This is the man you found for me? Have you lost your mind?"

Li Anmin immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He hung his head, not daring to argue. ’Song Changsheng had sounded so confident, so I didn’t press him on the details. Who could have known it would turn out like this?’

A sense of injustice welled up inside him.

Song Changsheng could no longer watch this unfold. He frowned and said, "Master Lu, I have some understanding of your daughter’s situation. It’s clearly a problem that conventional methods can’t solve. Rather than remain at a standstill, why not let me try?"