Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 883 - 97: Who is the Number One in the World (3004) (2/2)

Chapter 883 -97: Who is the Number One in the World (3004) (2/2)

Wang Anfeng said to the others just now that he needed to slightly organize his thoughts in the Quiet Room, so only the two of them were in this room, while everyone else was still waiting in the main hall.

This room was hastily prepared by the people of the Reviving Spring Hall yesterday, no more than fifteen steps deep. On one side, there were tables and chairs, a bamboo bed for resting, and a copper mirror on the table for tidying one’s attire. It was originally a place for making medicine, and although it was now cleaned, the heavy scent of medicine was still present everywhere, providing peace of mind, with a deep blue curtain hanging at the doorway, separating the inside from the outside.

Wang Anfeng’s brows were calm. After the elderly man familiarized himself with the new ‘body’, he spoke softly:

“Second Master, I’ll leave this place to you, then.”

“Disciple will first return to Shaolin to prepare.”

Wu Changqing nodded and said kindly:

“With this old man here, you can rest assured. However, Qiong Qi is not a kind being, and you must be careful on your journey.”

“This disciple understands.”

Wang Anfeng nodded in agreement. Noticing many people had already surged in outside, he no longer hesitated. With a breath, his Qi Mechanism turned like dewdrops, circulating three hundred turns in one breath. He used a strand of his own Qi Mechanism to stir the spiritual charm on the Buddha Beads, connecting inside and out, and in an instant, he vanished, already heading to the Shaolin Temple.

Only after Wang Anfeng left did Wu Changqing slowly withdraw his gaze. He placed his fingers on the tabletop, tapping softly. The tactile feel was the same as the tables and chairs in the Shaolin Temple. Although it was far inferior to those, for some reason, his previously calm heart, like a still lake, suddenly and uncontrollably gave rise to ripples and waves.

Wu Changqing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling a bit dazed. Outside, an elder of Reviving Spring Hall spoke somewhat respectfully:

“Mr. Wang, many common people are waiting. Can we start now?”

After a moment, without a response, the elder could only wait quietly outside.

After several breaths’ time, Wu Changqing finally opened his eyes, lifted the heavy curtain, and walked out. His eyes gazed from near to far, as if he had been viewing flowers in the mist all along in the Shaolin Temple, always seeing things through a veil, and only now could he see clearly.

The tan tables and chairs, the tall medicine racks arranged in rows, marked in white paint with the names of medicines, and the scales used to weigh medicinal materials upon the tables. On one side of the hall were tools used for grinding and pounding medicine.

There were also patients, with many curious and hopeful gazes.

Wu Changqing’s smile was warm and genial.

Soundlessly and quietly, as if the barriers of a Kunlun Grandmaster started to loosen, and he was unaware of it, he only noticed the thoughts in his heart becoming lively and nimble, as though he had returned to his youth.

The elder beside him, somewhat puzzled, stepped closer and whispered curiously:

“Didn’t Mr. Wang say earlier that he would use the Quiet Room to practice suspended diagnosis?”

Only then did Wu Changqing remember this matter, but since he was already outside, it wouldn’t be good to go back in. Having weathered countless storms in life, his expression remained unchanged, just smiling warmly, saying:

“That was indeed what I initially planned. But seeing so many patients today, if we still conducted suspended diagnosis, I don’t know how much time it would take, and how many people would have to come here in vain and leave disappointed.”

“As such, the rules can only be temporarily disregarded.”

The elder understood instantly and sincerely said:

“You are compassionate, sir.”

Then he led Wu Changqing to sit down next to a table and chairs in the main hall, arranged paper and pen, and silver needles methodically. Wu Changqing, sitting beside him, had a kind expression, putting people at ease. The crowd, who were initially slightly agitated upon seeing the youthful face of ‘Wang Anfeng’, gradually calmed down.

The old owner of Reviving Spring Hall was named Xu Wenyun, known for his good reputation in Liangzhou City for over forty years of practice. Seeing the demeanor of ‘Wang Anfeng’ at this moment, he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

Yesterday, he saw that although Wang Anfeng had excellent medical skills, there was still a hidden sharpness and edge of a young man in his behavior. However, what he saw today was composed and unhurried, with an air of self-confidence that was admirable, like the clouds and mists of the Heavenly Mountain, a grand spectacle. Even someone with his experience felt a sense of assurance and admiration, unconsciously trusting him, let alone the ordinary folk.

He sighed again, thinking of how this disciple had already shown such a grand bearing, leaving him to wonder what kind of immortal demeanor the physician who taught him must have had.

With these thoughts, his heart became even more drawn to it, yet he couldn’t help feeling some regret.

Putting down the paper and pen for diagnosis, Xu Wenyun intended to step back five feet. It wasn’t that he was unwilling to help, but the medical skills he saw in the young man surpassed what was known in the secular world by much and were profound and miraculous, inconceivable in his eyes.

Prejudices and sectarianism have existed since ancient times, and countless grandmasters have failed to overcome these four words, choosing to take their unique skills to the grave instead of letting them be stolen by others. Even if they intended to pass them on, they would find an exceptionally gifted disciple and, after many tests, would then impart them.

If he were to step forward, misunderstandings would inevitably arise, and even he himself didn’t know if he could resist secretly memorizing and pondering such extraordinary medical skills at such close quarters.

Chances are, he wouldn’t be able to resist.

The other side opened this charity clinic out of a heart to save the world, and if he were to act in such a way, it would dishearten people, tarnish half a lifetime’s reputation. Xu Wenyun sighed inwardly and began to step back, but only after a few steps did he hear ‘Wang Anfeng’ say softly:

“Wait, please lend a hand, Mr. Xu.”

Xu Wenyun was slightly taken aback, saying: “But, this…”

‘Wang Anfeng’ rolled up his sleeve, his course white clothing adding to his warmth, smiling: “There are so many patients today, if it’s just me alone, it might take a lot of extra effort.”

“Come forward, then.”

A great wave arose in Xu Wenyun’s heart. The young man’s words clearly implied permission for him to learn some medical skills on the side, and instantly his expression shook. Even at seventy-three years old, he felt the youthful excitement he had experienced long ago.

He immediately turned, quickly moved to Wang Anfeng’s side, not caring that he looked much older, he started preparing the ink, and stood by. Next to him, a young man had already lifted a small hammer, lightly struck the brass gong, producing a clear and lingering sound.

Outside the door, the noble lady of Baiyue watched as the crowd entered, and soon someone came out, their expression shocked, moved, filled with complexities, holding a piece of lightweight paper in both hands, as if cradling a thousand-pound iron scroll, their wrists and fingers slightly trembling.

The girl let out a soft exclamation, saying, “Out so quickly?”

“Could it be that the so-called Divine Doctor is just here to deceive and play around? Casually looking at someone and that’s it? If it’s like this, I could also pretend to be a Divine Doctor. Looking at this person’s appearance, it indeed seems too easy to deceive.”

After a short while, two more people emerged.

Their age, demeanor, and appearance were all different; one appeared to be a laborer making a living through physical work, and the other looked like a delicate scholar dedicated to studying poems and books, yet their expressions were identical, filled with shock and emotion, as if someone had instantly uncovered their long-hidden secrets and feelings.

The playful look on the girl’s face gradually faded. She patted the arm of the burly man beside her, while her eyes remained fixed on the bustling heads, her voice clear, saying:

“Look at that person. Is he truly talented?”

The silent man opened his hoarse voice, sounding like metal rubbing against stone, saying:

“Martial arts are good, but as for his medical skills, I don’t know.”

The girl with azure eyes said, “So many people can’t all be easily deceived. It must be good, but I wonder how it compares to the great masters in our Baiyue Country’s protecting sects.”

The man’s expression turned solemn, speaking in a deep voice, “There is no greater medical skill under heaven than that of the great master. Among the people of Central Plains, no one can compete. Even the previous Divine Doctor was defeated by the great master’s medical skills three years ago.”

“The Jianghu of Central Plains is led by the seven sects of the world, and those so-called seven sects of Jianghu all remotely respect the great master as the foremost in Jianghu medical skills. Martial arts aside, his medical skill is overwhelmingly acknowledged.”

The girl’s azure eyes gleamed crystal clear, her voice crisp:

“I naturally know this.”

“The great master studied throughout many countries, mastering the medical skills of the world, naturally formidable.”

“It’s just that the Central Plains is vast and rich, who knows where someone might suddenly pop up out of nowhere? Throughout history, hasn’t this kind of thing happened often? Even grandfather said, one mustn’t underestimate the people of Central Plains, who are fond of deception.”

“The iron cavalry and warriors of the grasslands speak of curved sabers and blood, they enjoy slaughtering; if they don’t agree, they kill. It’s frighteningly fierce, but the people of Central Plains often say that harmony is precious, urging others to farm and weave, peacefully engaged in these activities. If not farming and weaving, then weaving and farming.”

“But once farming is done, they put down their hoes, pick up spears and curved sabers, conquer new lands, and continue farming and weaving, weaving and farming. What they say about peace and harmony seems to be something grown in the land, infuriating.”

“Moreover, he is so young. Doesn’t the great master always say that young people are not to be underestimated? Central Plains also has a saying: ‘The young can be fearsome, who says the future won’t surpass the present?'”

“Also, it’s said that even Confucius feared the young. A man shouldn’t underestimate youth. You, ah, need to read more books.”

Her voice crisp, speaking Baiyue dialect, yet towards the end slipped out a sentence in Great Qin language, then back to Baiyue, speaking with precision, her voice high and low, as if singing a tune, drawing frequent curious glances, yet seemingly unaware herself, full of seriousness.

The man didn’t care. He had personally seen the great master, served him for three years, deeply admired him, and didn’t believe anyone in the world could surpass the great master in medical skills.

At this moment, turmoil arose in the crowd—someone didn’t want to continue waiting in line, relying on power and silver to shout loudly, trying to push forward or even bring the consulting doctor back to their home.

The man glanced over, withdrew his gaze, making his judgment:

Foolish people.

Soon enough, the crowd parted, and a patrol officer dressed in vermilion appeared, holding a saber. The man casually looked over, catching a glimpse through a gap of someone who had been hidden from view, ‘Wang Anfeng,’ sunlight subtly tinted his coarse white clothing. The youth’s brows and eyes were clear and detailed; at a glance, vaguely familiar, causing a momentary pause, careful discernment stirring inner shock.

From this person, he sensed an identical aura to that of the great master. freewebnσvel.cøm

Not martial arts, but something deeper.

Stable, unhurried.

Seemingly approached the mountain’s peak step by step, standing with hands behind his back, surveying all heroes under heaven, with neither opponent nor friend.

Lone and disdainful.

But how could it be?!

His heart greatly revered the gentle and powerful great master, unable to resist inner upheaval, taking a step forward, eyes slightly wide.

About to look closely, a sudden anxiety gripped his heart, instinctively turning to see a youth and behind him, a bold man with an unrestrained demeanor, emerging from a street, his expression slightly changed.

“Chang Tian Tribe, Baleru?!”

At this moment, the crowd like tide gathered again, sealing the gap, the coarse cloth white-clad youth seated at the table obscured from sight, unseen again.

The azure-eyed girl with a folding fan in hand, tapped it lightly on her brow, smiling at two people opposite, saying:

“Tiezha He, long time no see.”

“This is that saying in Central Plains: barriers reunite enemies, isn’t it?”

PS: Presented the second update today…

Three thousand four hundred words~

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