Chapter 064: The Technique of Mending the Heavens

Zhao Feng shook his head, unwilling to concern himself with these trivial matters. He patted Xiaoli on the shoulder, saying, "Stand guard properly. I'm going inside to buy some medicine."

Xiaoli scrunched up her face in thought. "What medicine do you need?"

Zhao Feng chuckled, "The same as last time! But why am I telling you this? You're not in charge of these things now anyway."

Xiaoli immediately grew indignant. "Who says I'm not in charge?"

Zhao Feng blinked. "Can you sell it to me?"

"I... I..." Xiaoli was at a loss for words. All she could do was puff out her cheeks angrily.

Zhao Feng shook his head and laughed, finding Xiaoli rather adorable.

He stepped into the pharmacy and paused, surprised to see the same woman behind the counter as last time.

The saleswoman looked up and saw Zhao Feng.

"It's you?" Wang Hong, the saleswoman, exclaimed in surprise.

"What, am I not allowed to come?" Zhao Feng clasped his hands behind his back, adopting an air of noble dignity.

"You are not allowed!"

Zhao Feng scoffed, "Ask your boss if he dares say that I can't come."

"I..." Wang Hong was momentarily speechless.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "No need for her boss to come. If I say you can't come, then you can't!"

Zhao Feng frowned and turned to see an elderly man, his hair and beard both long.

He wore a red traditional suit adorned with square patterns.

Zhao Feng's brows relaxed, a mocking smile playing at his lips. "You must be Master Qiu?"

"Hmph!"

Master Qiu snorted coldly. "That's right, I'm Master Qiu. Who are you, young man?"

"Heh!" Zhao Feng sneered, "The last person who called me 'young man' is half-dead now."

"Tch!"

Master Qiu scoffed, "I say, youngster, you may not be old, but you certainly talk big!"

Zhao Feng shook his head, not inclined to argue with this ordinary man.

He turned to Wang Hong, "Two ounces of gold-silver grass, three ounces of cinnamon orchid, one ounce of ground bark."

Wang Hong replied coldly, "We don't have those."

Zhao Feng didn't waste words. "If you don't have them, I'll have to buy elsewhere."

"Suit yourself."

Zhao Feng, uninterested in the matter, turned and left.

"Wait!" Master Qiu's voice rang out.

Zhao Feng turned slowly. "What is it? Do you need something?"

Master Qiu clasped his hands behind his back, speaking coldly, "You haven't apologized to me yet."

Zhao Feng blinked. "What did you say?"

He truly couldn't understand Master Qiu's logic.

Master Qiu repeated, "I said, you haven't apologized to me!"

Zhao Feng was a bit speechless. "Why should I apologize to you?"

"Hmph!" Master Qiu said arrogantly, "Because you bought the ground bark last time and delayed my patient's treatment!"

Zhao Feng sneered, "You mean you missed out on making money?"

"You!" Master Qiu was left speechless.

Zhao Feng eyed him up and down, then suddenly laughed, "You're just a charlatan—stop harming people!"

Boom!

Master Qiu was instantly enraged. "Boy, are you looking for trouble!"

Zhao Feng shook his head and said calmly, "Ground bark can treat freckles, but its main use is to stop bleeding."

"In other words, it's a hemostatic herb."

"You use a hemostatic herb to treat freckles—what else but a quack doctor are you?"

Master Qiu was stunned. "How do you know these things?"

Zhao Feng sneered, "Ground bark can help with freckles, but it's only a temporary effect. Afterwards, the condition will worsen unpredictably."

Master Qiu stared at Zhao Feng in shock. "Who told you that? My late mentor said the same!"

Zhao Feng shrugged, "Who told me doesn't matter. Now, do you admit you're a charlatan?"

"I... I—I..." Master Qiu was caught without words.

He took a deep breath, realizing he'd encountered a true expert today.

Master Qiu clasped his hands in salute. "May I ask, teacher, how did you know my treatment methods? I'm curious—how did you know who I was treating?"

Seeing Master Qiu was sincerely curious, Zhao Feng was willing to explain a bit more.

Zhao Feng smiled, "It’s a kind of Qi."

"Qi?" Master Qiu was surprised.

"Yes."

Master Qiu's eyes widened, "Teacher, what do you mean by Qi?"

Zhao Feng smiled, "Qi is something that exists between heaven and earth, a wondrous principle, unfathomable."

"This..." Master Qiu felt as if he were listening to a scripture, entirely unable to grasp what Zhao Feng meant.

Zhao Feng waved his hand, "Alright, I'm off to buy medicine. If fate allows, we'll meet again."

"Wait!" Master Qiu called out.

"What is it?" Zhao Feng turned around.

Master Qiu clasped his hands, "Teacher, please buy your medicine here."

Zhao Feng glanced at Wang Hong, "Is she willing to sell it to me?"

Wang Hong's cheeks flushed slightly. Seeing Master Qiu treat Zhao Feng with such respect, her own attitude softened.

Wang Hong nodded, "I'm truly sorry about earlier."

Zhao Feng waved dismissively, "It's a small thing."

"Hehe, I'll fetch the medicine for you right away."

"Good."

Zhao Feng's gentle manner had its reasons.

He suddenly asked, "May I know Master Qiu's full name?"

Master Qiu hurriedly answered, "I don't deserve the title of master. My name is Qiu He."

Zhao Feng stroked his chin, then asked, "Are you treating someone important?"

Qiu He was momentarily stunned.

He exclaimed in surprise, "You know that too?"

Zhao Feng laughed, "That's another kind of Qi."

Qiu He grew even more astonished by Zhao Feng's mention of Qi.

In truth, Zhao Feng was using a powerful technique known as the 'Heaven-Mending Art.'

Qiu He quickly explained, "To be honest, I'm treating Young Master Xiang's grandfather."

Zhao Feng feigned surprise, "Young Master Xiang's grandfather?"

"Exactly!"

Zhao Feng acted even more excited, "Is it Young Master Xiang from Chen City?"

Qiu He nodded, "Yes, that's him."

Zhao Feng put on a show of enthusiasm, "I've never met Young Master Xiang myself!"

"Hehe," Qiu He laughed, "With your abilities, teacher, you'll surely be valued by Young Master Xiang!"

Zhao Feng shook his head, "No, when I left the mountain, my teacher instructed me to avoid the lure of money."

Qiu He was amazed, "So you're a master from the mountains?"

Zhao Feng shook his head, "You overestimate me. How could I be a master?"

"No, no! You are indeed a master!"

"It's hard to imagine what kind of extraordinary person could have trained a disciple like you!"

Zhao Feng laughed softly.

His eyes flickered, as if deep in thought.

He stroked his chin and said, "I have a small request."

Qiu He blinked, "Please, tell me."