The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 789: An Old Acquaintance

The Evergreen Hall was a renowned branch of the Daoist Medical Family, highly respected even within the Tianbai Empire.

After all, the path of martial arts was one of defying the heavens and seizing fate. No warrior could claim they'd never suffer injuries or poisoning in their lifetime. Thus, alchemists and physicians were among the most revered professions on the continent.

Li Qingling had once been the most exceptional physician of the Evergreen Hall, honored as a divine imperial physician by the emperor at just twenty-four—a testament to his extraordinary skill.

"So, the legendary godlike physician of the Evergreen Hall!"

Sun Gongming laughed heartily. "Lay Practitioner Li, while I certainly don't doubt your word, seeing is believing. If you can truly awaken a Blood Spirit Corpse, only then can I confirm the validity of your claim."

Li Qingling smiled faintly. "What's so difficult about that? Just bring one here, and I'll demonstrate how to neutralize the Blood Corpse Poison and restore its consciousness."

"Haha, splendid!"

Sun Gongming nodded and called at the guards outside, "Someone! Fetch a live Blood Spirit Corpse!"

The guards hurried off to retrieve one from the containment area.

"One more thing." Li Qingling's eyes narrowed slightly. "On my way here, I heard you've another divine imperial physician in camp—a young man named Ling Feng. Is that true?"

"Exactly!" Sun Gongming chuckled. "Young friend Ling is working on an antidote for the Blood Corpse Poison, but if your method proves effective, he might not need to toil over it any longer."

"Then by all means, summon him." A cold glint flickered in Li Qingling's eyes. "You could say he and I are... old acquaintances."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Sun Gongming chuckled. "Very well! Someone, fetch Ling Feng! Tell him I have urgent business!"

...

Before long, Ling Feng and his group arrived at the command tent. On the way, they spotted guards dragging a Blood Spirit Corpse—shackled at the wrists and ankles, yet still snarling and thrashing like a wild beast.

"Why bring a Blood Spirit Corpse? What's General Sun plotting?" Gong Cheng muttered, brows furrowed.

"We'll find out soon enough."

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Ling Feng shrugged and followed the guards inside—only to freeze the moment he stepped in.

It's Him!

His eyes widened in disbelief as they landed on Li Qingling.

By his deductions, the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord was Li Qingling. So why was the man standing here, bold as brass?

Tuoba Yan also stiffened, instantly recognizing him.

"Young friend Ling, perfect timing!"

Sun Gongming boomed cheerfully. "This is Lay Practitioner Qingling. He claims to have a cure for the Blood Corpse Poison. If his method works, you won't need to toil over an antidote anymore."

"Li Qingling!"

Ling Feng's voice was icy, barely acknowledging Sun Gongming's words.

"Haha! Lay Practitioner Qingling mentioned you two knew each other. Seems he wasn't exaggerating!" Sun Gongming laughed.

"Young friend Ling, what a surprise!"

Li Qingling adjusted his sleeves, a faint smirk playing on his lips—utterly unruffled.

"Hehe."

Ling Feng snorted inwardly, reaching out to the Despicable Donkey. "Can you confirm if he's the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord?"

"Well..."

The donkey hesitated. "This divine beast can't be sure. There's no trace of demon sword malevolence qi on him, and he looks nothing like the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord I saw."

"Even your nose can't pick up anything?"

"Hey, this divine beast is not a dog! Besides, that fiend reeked of demonic filth—this Li Qingling smells completely normal."

"Fine. Whether he's the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord or not, let's see what game he's playing."

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened as he spoke coolly, "Lay Practitioner Qingling. Never thought we'd meet again."

His tone carried an unspoken question: How are you not dead in that imperial tomb?

Li Qingling's smile turned frosty. "What, did you think only you could escape calamity, while I was doomed to perish?"

Ling Feng ignored the jab and pressed, "And what brings you here? Shouldn't you be cozying up to Elder Hei Yu?"

"Enough!"

Li Qingling's expression darkened. "Young friend Ling, we once served different masters. Whatever misunderstandings we had are in the past. I've left Wangduan Mountain—there's no need to dredge up old grievances."

To everyone else in the tent (except Tuoba Yan), their exchange was pure gibberish.

Li Qingling smoothed his robes and continued breezily, "After leaving Wangduan Mountain, I wandered for months before hearing of the Blood God Cult's atrocities—creating these Blood Spirit Corpses. As a physician, how could I stand idly by? Hence, I came to offer my aid."

Ling Feng barely suppressed an eye-roll. The man's act might fool others, but not him.

Same old snake, just shedding its skin.

Li Qingling was a schemer to the bone. His lofty words were just another performance.

"Fortunately," Li Qingling added smugly, "after studying two Blood Spirit Corpses in Houtou City, I developed an antidote two days ago."

He shot Ling Feng a triumphant look.

Ling Feng folded his arms, content to watch the show.

Li Qingling turned to Sun Gongming, offering a respectful fist-and-palm salute before pulling a vial of medicinal pills from his sleeve. "If that's the case, I'll use this Blood Spirit Corpse for an experiment. After it takes my antidote, it'll only be a moment before it awakens and returns to human form."

"By all means, Lay Practitioner Li!"

Sun Gongming might not grasp the history between Ling Feng and Li Qingling, but as long as the Blood Corpse Poison could be cured, he couldn't care less who did it.