The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 937: The Second Half of the Medical Scripture

General Weiyuan's Mansion.

Three days passed swiftly.

During that time, Ling Feng not only fully recovered from his own injuries but also helped heal most of Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan's wounds. Only Gong Cheng remained in dire straits. His dantian had been completely shattered, leaving almost no hope of his ever cultivating again.

Ling Feng could restore him to an ordinary person's condition, but Gong Cheng would likely never practice martial arts at all.

Still, Ling Feng believed there might be a chance if he could obtain the second half of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion.

He had mastered only the first half so far and remained far from the level of his grandfather, the Medical Saint Ling Hanyang. freewёbnoνel.com

Today was the day he was to meet the Empress Dowager. If all went according to plan, he would retrieve the missing half of the scripture, and perhaps give Gong Cheng a shot at a full recovery.

After completing one more round of acupuncture on Gong Cheng, Ling Feng prepared to leave for the imperial palace alone. He knew the Empress Dowager's cunning reputation would make retrieving the scripture no easy task.

"Ling Feng, be careful."

Gong Cheng remained in his wheelchair. Over the past few days, he had barely left his room.

For a martial artist, losing the ability to cultivate was a devastating blow. Even someone as strong-willed as Gong Cheng would struggle to accept it.

"Yes."

Ling Feng glanced at him lying on the bed, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. Outside, Jiang Xiaofan and Li Bufan waited patiently.

"Big brother, I'm heading to Flame Valley. I came to say goodbye." Jiang Xiaofan scratched the back of his head, speaking slowly.

Ling Feng patted his shoulder. "Train hard under Senior Sword Maniac. You'll grow much stronger soon."

"I will!" Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fist and nodded firmly. He wanted to become strong enough to stand beside his big brother as his shield!

Ling Feng turned to Li Bufan with a faint smile. "And you, Bufan?"

Li Bufan lowered his gaze. "I need to return to the Grand Commandant's residence and apologize to my grandfather. This time..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Ling Feng understood immediately that Li Bufan's late arrival before the match had been caused by his grandfather's concerns.

Still, Li Bufan had shown up and fought alongside him until the very end.

"I understand," Ling Feng said, nodding. "You're a good brother. Grand Commandant Li is fair, I'm sure he'll forgive you."

"Good brother!"

Li Bufan squeezed Ling Feng's hand. Words were unnecessary between them.

...

Before long, Ling Feng reached the gates of the imperial city. Waiting there was Eunuch Xiao Anzi, the Empress Dowager's trusted attendant.

"General Ling, you've finally arrived. This humble servant has been waiting for quite some time!"

Xiao Anzi's voice was high and sharp, his every gesture deliberate and dainty.

Ling Feng frowned but chose not to comment. "Lead the way."

"Yes, right away..."

Without further delay, Xiao Anzi turned and guided Ling Feng through the palace grounds, heading straight for Cining Palace.

...

"You've come at last."

The Empress Dowager reclined on an embroidered couch, her posture elegant, her phoenix eyes calm as they studied him. "Bring a seat for General Ling!"

"Yes!"

Two palace maids stepped forward at once to prepare a chair.

"No need," Ling Feng said as he raised his hand. "Empress Dowager, I didn't come here for formalities. Just hand over what I need, and I'll leave without causing you further trouble."

"How dare you speak to Her Majesty with such insolence!"

Yan Shuying, who stood beside the Empress Dowager, glared at Ling Feng. Her voice trembled with anger, her teeth clenched tightly.

Ling Feng looked at her with indifference. "If my attitude bothers you, then all the more reason to hand over the scripture quickly. That would be easier for everyone."

Yan Shuying shook with fury, unable to respond. The Empress Dowager raised her hand, signaling her to remain silent.

"General Ling, the Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion is indeed in my possession," the Empress Dowager said. "There has always been a deep connection between the Ling family and the imperial household. If possible, I am willing to share the secrets within this scripture with you."

Ling Feng couldn't help but laugh aloud. "Empress Dowager, what secrets could possibly be hidden in the Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion? It's nothing more than a medical text. For those who study medicine, it may be a treasured classic, but for someone like you, I doubt it holds any value."

"You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?" The Empress Dowager's gaze sharpened, her tone now tinged with suspicion. "The Ling family has always guarded many secrets. I will return the scripture, but in exchange, I want a complete copy of the martial techniques hidden within!"

"Martial techniques?" Ling Feng chuckled and slowly shook his head.

It was true that the The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion contained martial applications, most notably The Art of Chaotic Divinity. However, unless the Yan family possessed the bloodline of the Heavenly Dao lineage, those techniques would be of little use.

The Empress Dowager remained composed. She drew a book from her sleeve and held it lightly in her palm. "This is what you came for. Give me your word, and it's yours."

"And if I refuse?" Ling Feng stared at her, feeling only disgust for the beautiful face hiding such treachery.

"Would Her Majesty go back on her promise?"

"I keep my promises."

A faint smile curved her lips. With a casual flick of her wrist, she tossed the scripture toward him.

Ling Feng caught it and stood still, his brows furrowing.

Is it really this simple?

"What are you playing at?" His tone cooled. He had never believed her to be capable of such generosity.

"There's no game," she said softly. "A few days ago, I reunited with an old acquaintance."

She clapped her hands lightly. A maid stepped forward and drew open the curtain to the inner chamber.

From behind the silk veil, a familiar figure appeared.

"Master!"

Ling Feng's pupils narrowed sharply. The old acquaintance was none other than Yan Cangtian.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Nothing at all," the Empress Dowager replied with a smile. "Your teacher and I share a long history. I simply invited him to remain here as a guest."

Ling Feng's hands tightened into fists. "So thorough of you, Empress Dowager. Even my master couldn't escape your schemes."

"You may think what you wish."

She rose from her seat, her silken robes flowing as her gaze lingered on Ling Feng with quiet amusement.

"Now tell me. Which matters more to you? The life of your teacher, or the martial arts contained within that scripture?"

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