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Chapter 908: Lifespan “If it were beyond our capabilities, we certainly wouldn’t dare to overreach. If we were to botch the treatment, it would have a severe impact on us—how could we maintain our standing in the medical community?” An elderly man stepped forward and spoke loudly. “So it’s Master Zeng, the Divine Healer. Very well. Since that’s the case, my sister and I won’t keep you waiting any longer. To ensure we don’t miss the optimal treatment window, please follow us inside.” Huang Qin said. After speaking, he and his sister walked toward the center of the room. The other physicians followed in a crowd. Qian Ruhai had unconsciously made his way to the very front of the group—staying in the back wasn’t Lin Fei’s style, and since he’d already decided to intervene, he might as well make his name known right here. There was no way he’d admit that seeing Huang Qin’s sister was what made him decide to step in. After all, the whole “seeing your sister means I’m determined to save you” thing—that kind of scenario would never happen to Qian Ruhai. Qian Ruhai was, after all, a pure-hearted young man. “Gentlemen, please begin treating the patients. Please come forward in order,” Huang Qin said to the physicians present. “I’ll go first,” said Master Zeng, the first physician to step forward. The others had little objection. As Master Zeng approached, he looked at Old Master Huang and said, “Old Master Huang, I’ll take your pulse first. After that, I’ll make a diagnosis.” “Very well,” Old Master Huang nodded at Doctor Zeng. “Mm-hmm.” Master Zeng stepped forward, took Old Master Huang’s left hand, and began to feel his pulse. After about twenty seconds, he released Old Master Huang’s hand and said, ““Mr. Huang, at first, seeing your pale complexion, I assumed you had suffered severe internal injuries. However, after taking your pulse, I find everything to be perfectly normal—in fact, your pulse is as normal as it could possibly be, exactly like that of a healthy person. Yet, according to Young Master Huang, your condition is that of a critical injury, which is incompatible with such a normal pulse. Therefore, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.” “You may leave.” Mr. Huang frowned as he looked at Dr. Zeng, then spoke in a voice that was incredibly hoarse. “Yes.” Master Zeng shook his head and withdrew. “I’ll take it from here.” Over the next few moments, seven or eight physicians of great renown in the martial arts world came forward one after another, but after taking his pulse, they all shook their heads. “Father, rest assured. I’ve already sent men to Red Leaf Pavilion. They gather intelligence from all over the land—they must have information on the world’s greatest physician, Tang Baicao. As long as we find him, you’ll be fine, Father.” Huang Qin looked at Old Master Huang earnestly. “Life and death are predestined. Chang Baicao has been missing for over a decade; there’s no way the Red Leaf Pavilion would have any news of him,” Old Master Huang said, shaking his head. “Why not let the Shaolin Temple give it a try?” Just then, a tall monk stepped forward from the crowd. “Master Mingxing of the Shaolin Temple.” The martial artists in the crowd recognized the monk who had stepped forward and exclaimed in surprise. “So it is Master Mingxing of the Shaolin Temple. Huang Yuan thanks you, Master, but I know the extent of my own injuries. The Shaolin Temple isn’t renowned for its medical skills, so please don’t waste your efforts.” Old Master Huang looked at Mingxing and shook his head. “Master Huang speaks the truth; the Shaolin Temple is indeed not renowned for its medical skills. However, we do possess the Great Rejuvenation Pill, a miraculous elixir. Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the Great Restoration Pill can increase one’s martial prowess by sixty years, but few realize it is also a miraculous remedy for injuries. Once, an elder of our Shaolin Temple had all his meridians severed during a battle with a formidable foe—an injury no one in the martial arts world could heal. Yet after taking the Great Restoration Pill, he fully recovered within three months. The only difference was that the pill’s effects were entirely focused on healing, leaving his martial prowess unchanged,” Mingxing said, looking at Huang Yuan. “Master, please give me just one pill to save my father. The Huang family will be eternally grateful to the Shaolin Temple,” Huang Yuan said, his voice trembling with emotion as he looked at Ming Xing. “To save a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Young Master Huang, you need only remember the kindness the Shaolin Temple has shown you today,” Ming Xing said with a smile as he looked at Huang Qin, then pulled a porcelain vial from his robe. Ming Xing was no fool; after all, if he truly saved Huang Yuan, what benefits would he not receive? By then, the Shaolin Temple’s offerings would surely be abundant. Moreover, though the Great Elixir was precious, the Shaolin Temple could still refine one or two pills each year. “Thank you, Master. The Huang family will forever cherish the kindness of the Shaolin Temple,” Huang Qin said, bowing respectfully to Ming Xing before stepping forward to take the porcelain bottle from his hand. After taking the porcelain bottle, Huang Qin returned to Huang Yuan’s side, opened it, and poured out a gray pill. “Father.” Huang Qin held the pill toward Huang Yuan’s mouth. After swallowing the Great Restoration Pill, Huang Yuan closed his eyes for a dozen or so seconds before opening them. “Father, are you feeling better?” Huang Qin asked anxiously, looking at Huang Yuan. “It seems this is truly my fate. My time has come,” Huang Yuan said, shaking his head as he looked at Huang Qin. “How could it not work? This is the Great Restoration Pill!” Huang Qin stared at Huang Yuan in disbelief. “The Great Restoration Pill actually didn’t work?” Ming Xing’s expression also changed. Qian Ruhai watched the scene unfold from the crowd, a look of disdain crossing his face. Huang Yuan wasn’t injured at all—his time had simply come. He should have died a week ago, but he had previously taken some thousand-year-old ginseng that had kept him alive. That was why he had managed to hold on this long, but today was his final day. After this day passed, Huang Yuan would surely die. “Young Master Huang, the Great Restoration Pill was personally handed to me by the Abbot—it is absolutely genuine,” Ming Xing said immediately, meeting Huang Qin’s skeptical gaze. “Master, you jest. I’m not doubting the authenticity of the Great Restoration Pill,” Huang Qin said, shaking his head at Ming Xing before turning to look at Huang Yuan with a bitter expression. “Brother, I think you should let me try,” Huang Qin’s younger sister said, looking at him. “No, Wan’er, you must not treat my injuries. Even if you cure me, you’ll be crippled.” Huang Yuan looked at Huang Qin’s sister and shook his head immediately. “But I can’t just stand by and watch Father die like this,” Huang Wan said solemnly, looking at Huang Yuan. “Why not let me, from Wudang, give it a try? Our Wudang Tai Chi cultivation has powerful healing properties. Let me channel my energy to treat Master Huang.” At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in Taoist robes stepped forward and spoke. “Master Bugui, thank you.” Huang Yuan nodded at the man. “If you could cure the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, wouldn’t the world descend into chaos? He should have died a week ago. It’s only because a thousand-year-old ginseng—a divine elixir—has kept him alive; otherwise, he would have long since entered the underworld and begun his cycle of reincarnation.” Just then, a voice suddenly rang out, and Qian Ruhai stepped forward with a smile on his face. “Who are you? Don’t spout nonsense. My father is a先天 master; there’s no way he could have passed away at this age.” Huang Qin glared angrily, while Huang Wan joined him in staring at Qian Ruhai. “He’s lucky he didn’t die from overeating in his youth—that’s all he owes his cultivation to. Just making it this far is a stroke of immense luck,” Qian Ruhai said disdainfully. “How dare you insult my father like this! The Huang family does not welcome you. Leave immediately,” Huang Qin said, glaring at him. “Don’t you want your father to live?” Qian Ruhai asked Huang Qin calmly. “I do, but not by listening to your nonsense here,” Huang Qin retorted. “Nonsense? You’re quite something, daring to speak to me like that. Do you know that because of this one remark, even the King of Hell won’t dare let you reincarnate after you die? He’s afraid of offending me,” Qian Ruhai said calmly, looking at Huang Qin. “King Yama? Reincarnation? So you’re just a charlatan from the underworld.” Huang Qin looked at him with disdain. “A wandering charlatan? Listen carefully. I am the Purple Star True Lord of Virtue from the Celestial Realm, a Great Emperor of the Heavenly Court. I have descended to the mortal realm to undergo trials amidst the tribulations of the world,” Qian Ruhai said calmly. As he spoke, a purple aura surged from his body, making him appear supremely majestic. “What kind of evil sorcery is this? It’s clearly just a trick some wandering charlatan uses to fool the common folk. Watch me teach you a lesson.” Just then, a man from among the physicians stepped forward. He was clearly there just to watch the spectacle—a second-rate fighter, roughly at the Grandmaster level. “Teach me a lesson? How laughable. Since that is the case, I shall turn you into a beast for ten years so you may experience the hardships of the mortal world.” Qian Ruhai smiled and shook his head at the man who had stepped forward, then extended his finger and tapped him. A purple light erupted from Qian Ruhai’s hand, and a scene that sent shivers down everyone’s spines unfolded. The man’s body began to transform gradually, until he was finally turned into a mongrel dog, which lay on the ground whimpering pitifully. Hearing this, half the people present were so terrified they fell to their knees. A living, breathing human being had turned into a mongrel—who wouldn’t be afraid? Who wouldn’t be horrified? “Had I acted according to my former nature, I would have long ago cast you into the Eighteenth Layer of Hell to suffer the torments of reincarnation. But I have descended to this world to temper my heart amidst the trials of mortal life, and I do not wish for you to disturb my resolve. Though your capital offense is pardoned,but you cannot escape punishment in life. You shall live as a dog for ten years. If you are lucky enough not to be slaughtered within that time, you may return to human form after a decade. I hope that by then, you will understand not to meddle in matters that are none of your concern.” Qian Ruhai said indifferently, gazing at the mongrel. For a Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal like Qian Ruhai, the art of transformation was truly child’s play. “Emperor Ziwei, you are truly Emperor Ziwei, an immortal of the Celestial Court.” Huang Qin swallowed hard, then knelt with a thud. “Could it be that someone dares to impersonate this sovereign?” Qian Ruhai’s body suddenly radiated a blinding golden light, and a purple aura surged forth. At that moment, even a fool would know he was truly an immortal, and everyone immediately knelt down. Though some might claim not to believe in immortals, if one actually appeared, they would surely show more reverence than anyone else. At that moment, whether they were from Shaolin, Wudang, or even those lawless outlaws, everyone knelt on the ground with the utmost respect. “Emperor Ziwei, please save my father,” Huang Wan said respectfully as she knelt on the ground. “I am willing to build countless temples for Your Majesty and ensure your altars are always filled with incense.” “Countless temples? If I, having descended to the mortal realm, truly desired offerings, wouldn’t it be better to simply use my supreme divine power to ensure bountiful harvests and favorable weather? Moreover, reverence for me must come from the heart; the presence or absence of temples is of no consequence,” Qian Ruhai said, shaking his head. “Please, Great Emperor, save my father,” Huang Wan pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears. “Yes, please, Great Emperor, save my father,” Huang Qin pleaded from the side. “Saving your father is not out of the question. I can grant him fifty more years of life. By then, the Black and White Impermanents will naturally withdraw. However, you will become my immortal attendant. Since I have descended to the mortal realm with no one to serve me, I require a maid to attend to my needs. You possess the roots of immortality, so you are a fine choice,” Qian Ruhai said, pointing at Huang Wan. “This humble maiden is willing to become the Great Emperor’s celestial attendant and serve His Majesty,” Huang Wan replied respectfully without a moment’s hesitation. The martial artists behind her all looked at Huang Wan with a hint of envy. This was no punishment at all—it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To be a maid to the Purple Star Emperor! If the Emperor were to return to the Immortal Realm in the future, she might even attain immortality herself. Huang Yuan, seated on his chair, also revealed a flicker of excitement on his face. If it were anyone else—even an emperor—he would never have sent Huang Wan to serve as a maid. But Qian Ruhai was a divine being; even as a mere maid, her status would be a hundred times higher than that of any mortal emperor. “Very well. You will not regret this decision in the future. When I return to the Immortal Realm, I will certainly take you with me. By then, you will naturally understand why I chose you to be my immortal attendant. Otherwise, if I were to decree it to the world, there would be an endless number of people eager to become my attendant. I chose you because of our karmic connection. However, you would not understand any of this now; you will come to understand it in time. “I ask you: do you willingly agree to become my celestial attendant?” Qian Ruhai looked at Huang Wan and said in a solemn voice. “This humble maiden, Huang Wan, is willing,” Huang Wan replied, lifting her head and looking at him with beautiful eyes as she spoke resolutely. “Very well, rise.” Qian Ruhai waved his hand at Huang Wan, and her body immediately floated into the air before landing on the ground. “I shall not bestow any divine powers upon you. The martial arts you practice are already among the finest in the mortal realm. Though they cannot compare to divine spells, they are sufficient for your self-defense.” ” Qian Ruhai said to Huang Wan. It was only then that he realized she was practicing the Nine-Link Divine Art. The Nine-Link Divine Art had a total of nine levels; Huang Wan had already reached the seventh level. If she were to reach the ninth level, she would be a peerless master, equivalent to a master at the Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal realm. “Yes,” Huang Wan replied, looking at him. “For your sister’s sake, I’ll overlook your earlier disrespect,” Qian Ruhai said to Huang Qin. After speaking, he turned to Huang Yuan and said, “You should count yourself lucky to have a daughter like Huang Wan; otherwise, you’d be heading to the underworld for reincarnation today.” “This humble servant thanks the Immortal Lord. I swear here and now that in the future, the Huang family will pay homage to the Immortal Lord during every festival and holiday, and our devotion will be absolutely sincere.” Huang Yuan spoke respectfully, though at that moment he could do nothing but speak; his body was completely immobilized. “Huang Wan is this Lord’s handmaiden; naturally, she will receive my protection. If your family worships me with sincere devotion in the future, you will certainly reap your own benefits. Very well, this Lord now grants you fifty years of life.” Qian Ruhai said, looking at Huang Yuan. “Thank you, Immortal Lord,” Huang Yuan replied respectfully. “Mm-hmm.” Qian Ruhai nodded, then spoke: “Black and White Impermanents, reveal yourselves before this sovereign.” “The Black and White Impermanents are here. We pay our respects to the Purple Star True Lord.” Everyone saw a flash of black and white energy, and two figures—one black, one white—appeared in the air. Both figures floated in the sky, their auras filled with desolation.