45: Chapter 45 Hero Saves the Beauty? No, this is a walkthrough.

The topic Yuan Chu brought up was brushed aside by Jiang Feng with a few irreverent remarks.

The tense atmosphere in the room eased, and both Su Wan and Zhang Yuniang blushed, not daring to look at him.

Jiang Feng looked at them, cleared his throat, and brought the conversation back to business.

"Ahem, let's talk business."

"That Medicine Fairy, named Yao Shifei, is a castaway from Medicine King Valley and possesses superb Alchemy."

"If we can bring her into our Jiang Family, it would be of immense benefit to the foundation of our Jiang Family."

He looked serious, as if he weren't the same person who had just been spouting nonsense.

"I have decided that tomorrow, I will take you all to her Medicine Pavilion to see her, and incidentally, sound her out."

The next day.

The streets of Heifeng Pass were still chaotic and noisy, filled with the cursing and bargaining of Loose Cultivators everywhere.

Deep inside a quiet alley, there was a courtyard named "Medicine Pavilion Cottage", which seemed exceptionally peaceful compared to the surrounding chaos.

Outside the courtyard, a long line stretched from the entrance to the mouth of the alley.

The people in the queue were diverse; there were mercenaries wearing leather armor, and fierce-looking Loose Cultivators.

Some looked anxious, others hopeful, but all remained quiet, completely different from the clamor outside.

The queue moved slowly, but no one cut in line, and no one made a scene.

When Jiang Feng arrived here with his three women, he was also somewhat surprised by this scene.

Yao Shifei's popularity in Heifeng Pass was even higher than the stall owner had described.

"Let's join the queue," Jiang Feng said.

Young Master Jiang Chen had wanted to step forward to negotiate, but was stopped by a look from Jiang Feng.

Here, one had to follow the rules.

They waited from early morning until noon.

The scorching sun beat down on them; some of the men in the queue were already drenched in sweat, yet they still maintained their patience.

Finally, it was Jiang Feng's party's turn.

Stepping into the courtyard, a crisp scent of herbs greeted them, making the heat and dust on their bodies seem to vanish.

The courtyard was small but well-organized, with various unidentified herbs drying.

A Purple-skirted Woman was sitting behind a wooden table, on which lay pen, ink, paper, an inkstone, and a small pestle.

She was still wearing that white veil, revealing only a pair of cold, clear eyes.

It was Yao Shifei.

"What is it?"

She didn't even look up, her voice indifferent as she quickly wrote out a prescription.

"Fairy, my two wives here are pregnant. Recently, they have had persistent morning sickness and have been feeling unwell, so we specially came to seek some Medicinal Pills for fetal protection from you," Jiang Feng said, stepping forward with a gentle voice.

Upon hearing the words "pregnant", the tip of Yao Shifei's brush paused, and she finally looked up.

Her gaze first fell upon the flat but already life-bearing bellies of Su Wan and Zhang Yuniang, before shifting to Jiang Feng's face.

At the same time, Jiang Feng was also formally sizing up this candidate Saintess of Medicine King Valley.

She was a tall woman; even while seated, her purple skirt could not hide those proud curves. Her temperament was aloof, yet carried a softness like that of herbs.

Jiang Feng's gaze could not help but linger on her for a moment.

It was precisely this moment that made Yao Shifei's eyes narrow slightly.

"You already have three Dao Companions. If you don't want your eyes to be poisoned blind, stop looking around."

Her voice remained indifferent, but her tone was somewhat sharp.

Jiang Feng was stunned, then laughed.

Interesting.

This woman was indeed thorny, but the thing Jiang Feng feared the least was a thorny rose.

Su Wan and Zhang Yuniang beside him blushed slightly, while Yuan Chu watched with great interest.

Although Yao Shifei's tone was unkind, her hands did not stop moving.

She stood up and motioned for Su Wan and Zhang Yuniang to extend their wrists.

Her slender, cool fingers rested on the two women's pulses, and she closed her eyes to sense them for a moment.

"The fetal Qi is stable, and spiritual power is abundant. It's just that the mother's blood and Qi are somewhat weak, but there is no major issue."

She withdrew her hand, sat back down, and quickly wrote two prescriptions, handing them over.

"Follow these prescriptions to get the medicine, three times a day, taken with warm water. It will alleviate the morning sickness and nourish the blood and Qi."

Her attitude was professional and distant.

Returning to the inn.

Before Jiang Feng could even sit down, Yuan Chu's mocking voice rang out in the room.

"Husband, you hit a wall, didn't you? She didn't give our Jiang Feng of the Jiang Family a good look, did she?"

Jiang Feng picked up his teacup and took a sip, unbothered.

"A setback is a blessing."

"I think that Sister Yao Shifei is actually quite nice," Zhang Yuniang said softly, holding the prescription. "Although she looks cold, she is very meticulous. The prescriptions she wrote are all for mild, nourishing Spirit Medicines."

Su Wan also nodded, her eyes carrying a touch of approval.

"Graceful and generous, efficient in her actions. Although she has a proud bone, she is not an unreasonable person. Husband's judgment is indeed good."

To be able to receive such an evaluation from Su Wan, the primary wife, meant that Yao Shifei's character was indeed up to par.

For a woman, one doesn't fear her being cold; one only fears her being stupid.

Very good, Yao Shifei was neither.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the morning of the third day, a burst of thunderous gongs and suona music broke the tranquility of Heifeng Pass.

"Dong dong qiang! Dong dong qiang!"

The festive music sounded exceptionally harsh in the chaotic Heifeng Pass.

On the street, everyone stopped in their tracks and looked in the direction the sound was coming from.

A wedding procession, bedecked in red and colorful decorations, was walking swaggeringly from the direction of the East City Gate.

The people in the procession all exuded a wicked aura.

The young man riding the tall horse at the lead was none other than the Fourth Young Master of the Tang Family, Tang Wenliang.

He was wearing an ill-fitting bright red wedding robe, his face pale and bloated, with two dark, heavy circles under his eyes. One look was enough to tell he had been hollowed out by alcohol and lust, and his eyes flashed with greed and lechery.

The servants and guards behind him were all arrogant, completely disregarding the surrounding Loose Cultivators.

The Loose Cultivators on both sides of the street had faces filled with anger and Killing Intent.

The Medicine Fairy held a very high status in their hearts. Seeing their living Bodhisattva about to be snatched away by this wicked young master, how could they not be angry?

But no matter how angry they were, they could only watch.

The Tang Family had a Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor; among these small Qi Refining Cultivators, who would dare to step forward? Whoever did would die.

"Medicine Fairy! This young master has come to marry you! Hahahaha!"

Tang Wenliang's wanton laughter spread throughout the entire street.

The procession proceeded unimpeded, coming directly to the entrance of the Medicine Pavilion Cottage.

A Qi Refining Layer 9 Cultivator accompanying Tang Wenliang stepped forward. He had sinister eyes, surveyed the surrounding Loose Cultivators who dared to be angry but dared not speak, and snorted coldly.

A powerful spiritual pressure radiated from his body, shaking all the onlookers until they retreated repeatedly.

"My young master is here to welcome his bride. All idlers, get lost!"

Just at this moment, the courtyard gate of the Medicine Pavilion Cottage opened with a creak.

Yao Shifei stood quietly at the entrance in a white dress, her eyes under the veil ice-cold.

"My place does not tolerate such wanton behavior from you."

Before the words had faded.

Her figure flickered, moving extremely fast, and she appeared instantly in front of that Qi Refining Layer 9 Cultivator.

Her fair palm transformed into a hand blade, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and chopped straight down.

The Cultivator's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block.

After three muffled thuds in succession, in just three moves, the arrogant Qi Refining Layer 9 Cultivator was shaken until he vomited blood, flew backward, and fell heavily to the ground.

Yao Shifei had succeeded in her strike but did not pursue, instead stopping in place, seemingly only wanting to teach him a lesson.

However, a bizarre scene occurred.

Just as the Cultivator struggled to get up, a deathly gray color suddenly spread across his face, his throat rattled, and his eyes widened in a stare.

His whole body gave a violent twitch.

Thump.

He had actually lost his breath on the spot.

Yao Shifei's brows furrowed tightly beneath her veil.

She scanned the surroundings, her cold gaze sweeping through the crowd as if searching for something.