112: Chapter 112 I'm Not That Famous Pretty Boy

While Chu Feng and Blazing Fire were reuniting, the Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor and Chen Xuanfeng communicated via telepathy.

"Grand Elder, the Heavenly Sword Sect is still in a standoff with those foreign Cultivators, it is not appropriate for you to return."

Chen Xuanfeng nodded, "I never intended to return anyway."

"Then, does the Grand Elder intend to return to Dan City?" the Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor asked tentatively.

He glanced at the Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor, "I know what you mean. I can have Ancestor Hefeng drop Dongfang Wu off in Dan City on his way, and have my grandfather try to think of a solution."

The Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief, "Many thanks, Grand Elder."

Chen Xuanfeng shook his head, "Don't thank me too early. Whether she can be cured, and to what extent, remains an unknown."

The Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor was very calm, "I know. Regardless of whether she can be saved, this favor from the Grand Elder is something I, Blazing Fire, will remember!"

"This contains all my Spirit Stones. Please take it for now, Grand Elder; if it's not enough, I will…"

Chen Xuanfeng sighed and refused the Storage Pouch offered by the Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor, "There is no need. When it comes down to it, Dongfang Wu's incident was caused by my father's bounty."

"I will be responsible for everything needed to treat Dongfang Wu."

The Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor's arm trembled slightly, and just as he wanted to insist, he was stopped by a light glance from Chen Xuanfeng.

He took a deep breath and put the Storage Pouch containing the Spirit Stones back into his own space ring.

A flash of determination crossed the Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor's eyes, "The Heavenly Sword Immortal Formation cannot suppress that Soul Transformation for long without me. I shall return now!"

"Grand Elder, rest assured, our Heavenly Sword Sect will definitely not let those foreign Cultivators force you to join their Sect!"

After speaking, the Blazing Fire Sword Ancestor flew away on his sword with a whoosh, simultaneously taking his few useless Disciples with him.

Only Blazing Fire and the half-dead Dongfang Wu were left behind.

Chen Xuanfeng's slightly raised hand paused for half a breath before lowering, and he shook his head helplessly, "Why leave? I didn't say I absolutely wouldn't join the Hidden Sword Immortal Sect! I was just trying to raise my asking price."

However, there was no rush. He wasn't in a hurry to leave the Southern Wilderness Continent yet, so letting the Heavenly Sword Sect buy him some time wouldn't be a bad idea.

… Duobao City.

During this period, the city was in a state of nervous tension, and Cultivators were exceptionally low-key.

"Make way, everyone make way!"

A Cultivator riding a six-legged Pegasus shouted loudly, charging recklessly through the streets of Duobao City.

The Cultivators hurriedly made way, pointing and whispering at the snow-white hindquarters of the six-legged Pegasus.

"He's got some guts, daring to be so arrogant and loud. Doesn't he know the City Lord has been flying into a rage several times because of the Young Master's injuries?"

"Looking at the direction, he came from outside the city. Perhaps he's new and no one warned him."

"What are you looking at? Didn't you notice the City Lord's Mansion mark on the six-legged Pegasus? The Cultivator's magic robe is also the City Lord's Mansion standard issue. That's clearly a guard from the City Lord's Mansion!"

"A guard from the City Lord's Mansion? Could it be the guard who went to Medicine King Valley to seek medical help, bringing back a Medicine King Valley medical Cultivator?"

"Isn't that obvious? Didn't you see there's an old man on the back of the six-legged Pegasus?"

"I really didn't! Who would dare look? He was so arrogant, I was afraid that if I looked one more time, I'd be labeled an accomplice. How unjust would that be!"

… "Whoa!"

In front of the City Lord's Mansion, the six-legged Pegasus was reined in by the Cultivator on its back, its front hooves rearing high as it let out bursts of neighs.

"Ouch, ouch, my old legs! Stop neighing, my ears!"

The other gray-haired old man on the back of the six-legged Pegasus couldn't stop wailing.

Fearing the six-legged Pegasus would hurt the medical Cultivator, the guard hurriedly hoisted the medical Cultivator up and jumped off the horse's back.

Then… he rushed into the City Lord's Mansion while carrying the man.

Upon seeing the person he was carrying, the people of the City Lord's Mansion hurriedly made way, and even took the initiative to clear a path for him.

The gray-haired old man only felt the world spinning, his stomach churning endlessly.

After several hundred breaths, he was finally put down, but his legs were so weak he couldn't stand steadily.

"Are you sure this is a medical Cultivator from Medicine King Valley? I think he can't even cure himself."

Name was so angry he blew his beard and stared, "Fine, fine, fine! This old man traveled thousands of miles to treat the illness, and this is the attitude you all have, right!"

"This illness, this old man won't treat it anymore. You can go find someone better!"

Name flicked his sleeves in anger and turned to leave.

What kind of people! He had kindly understood that the patient's family was anxious, and even though he was jostled and carried all the way, he hadn't said a single word of complaint. And yet… "Hmph! This is infuriating!"

"Senior! Senior! It is our fault. The child's mother was just worried and acted out of turn. I hope Senior will be magnanimous!"

Luo Yunkai hurriedly slid to block Name's path, acting humble and submissive.

Having been a low-level Loose Cultivator for many years, Luo Yunkai was exceptionally skilled at this routine.

Name narrowed his eyes, staring at Luo Yunkai, "Who are you?"

"I am the child's father," Luo Yunkai explained with a smile.

Name suddenly realized, "That famous pretty boy, right? You this…"

Looking at Luo Yunkai's white hair and white beard, Name said very bluntly, "If you shaved your beard, you'd probably look okay, but you should be called Little White Head, right?"

Name felt that Luo Yunkai's bone age was younger than his own, and thought the word "Little" was quite fitting.

The corners of Luo Yunkai's mouth under his beard twitched slightly, "Senior has misunderstood. I am not that famous pretty boy."

Name frowned, "How are you not? You just said you were the child's father. Could it be that you are trying to deceive this old man?"

Luo Yunkai felt helpless. Currently, Jin Yuchan had only issued a bounty for Kong Yishui, and had not announced Jin Fugui's identity.

Of course, even if she had, looking at Name's expression which showed he didn't even know about the bounty on Kong Yishui, he wouldn't have known anyway.

"In any case, the Young Master of Duobao Tower, Jin Fugui, is my son. This is beyond doubt. Senior, please trouble yourself to examine my son's condition and provide a treatment plan."

Name blinked, and blinked again.

He looked at Luo Yunkai and then at the haughty Jin Yuchan, and suddenly realized.

"You two stole…"

Luo Yunkai grabbed Name's sleeve and urgently pulled him toward Jin Fugui's room.

"Senior, saving the patient is urgent. Junior offends!"

"Hey, hey, my sleeve! If you tear it, you have to pay for it!" Name said in a panic.

Luo Yunkai said generously, "I'll pay! Even if it's not torn, I'll gift you a few magic robes, Senior!"

Name muttered, "As expected of someone who stole the Duobao City Lord, you certainly talk big."

Luo Yunkai's face darkened.

What is this nonsense!

Him being generous, is that relying on a woman?

It was clearly wealth accumulated through his own unremitting efforts!

He was not the kind of man who relied on women!

Luo Yunkai was indignant, and let go once he pulled the man to the bedside.

Turning back, he saw that woman Jin Yuchan, who was good for nothing, walking over with a graceful gait, and he coldly averted his gaze.

Jin Fugui weakly opened his eyes, and seeing the polite estrangement between his own father and mother, his eyes dimmed.

In the depths of his eyes, something flashed, unnoticed by anyone.

"How is it?" Luo Yunkai couldn't help but urge and ask after waiting for less than a quarter of an hour.

Name glared at Luo Yunkai, stroked his beard, and slowly stood up.

"Let's talk outside."

Luo Yunkai's heart skipped a beat.

Under what circumstances can you not discuss the situation in front of the patient? That can only mean… a terminal illness!