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Chapter 8 The Master of the Grass Pavilion

Faced with the doubts of the crowd and the angry curses of the alchemists, Lu Xuan just smiled contemptuously.

"Medical skills?"

"You... dare to talk about medical skills?"

"You don't even understand the principle that extreme cold generates heat, and you only know how to use fire to fight cold. You're not saving people, you're killing them!"

"You...how dare you!"

The middle-aged alchemist was so angry that his face began to tremble, and his complexion turned a deep liver color.

He had been stationed at Baicaoge for many years, holding the title of a first-grade alchemist of Ziyang Sect. In the capital, everyone treated him with utmost respect.

I have never suffered such humiliation!

"Where did this madman come from! Men, throw him out!"

At his command, several guards from Baicao Pavilion immediately surrounded him, eyeing him menacingly.

However, Lu Xuan didn't even glance at them, but instead focused his gaze on the old man holding his granddaughter.

"Grandpa, your granddaughter's brow is now black, but her fingertips are faintly red. This is not a simple case of cold poisoning, but rather the yin energy in her body has been stagnant to the extreme, causing internal heat."

"If she were to take the Blazing Sun Grass at this moment, it would be like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the cold poison within her body and causing her meridians to rupture and die."

Upon hearing this, the old man's body trembled violently.

He looked down and indeed found that although his granddaughter's fingertips were cold, they were strangely crimson.

Just as the man in black robes said!

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon their first move.

This old man was no ordinary person; he was Shen Qiansan, a well-known and knowledgeable wealthy merchant in the capital.

The alchemist from the Ziyang Sect just now kept emphasizing the cold poison, but never mentioned this deficiency fire syndrome.

Furthermore, it only knows the concept of yin and yang opposing each other.

Hearing what Lu Xuan said at this moment, it was like a drowning person finding the only straw to grasp.

He immediately knelt down before Lu Xuan with a thud.

"Sir, in your opinion, what should be done?"

"I'd give up everything I own just to save my granddaughter!"

The alchemist was furious upon seeing this.

"Hmph, don't listen to the nonsense spouted by those charlatans!"

"What 'false fire'? That's utter nonsense!"

"This is clearly a case of bone-chilling cold poison. Is the reputation of Baicao Pavilion really less valuable than the nonsense of a roadside brat?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan shouted loudly.

"shut up!"

An invisible killing intent erupted, forcing the alchemist to subconsciously take two steps back, and the curse that was about to come out of his mouth was forcibly swallowed back.

Lu Xuan smiled coldly, ignoring the clown, and took out a packet of silver needles he always carried with him from his pocket.

He had Lin Wan'er buy this so that he could use it to stimulate acupoints during his future cultivation.

After all, the Yin energy of the Earthly Fiend Yin Meridian is extremely terrifying. He was just taking precautions to prevent damage to his meridians, but he didn't expect to use it now.

Before Shen Qiansan could react, Lu Xuan moved with lightning speed, and three silver needles turned into cold light, precisely piercing the little girl's Baihui acupoint on the top of her head, Tanzhong acupoint on her chest, and Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot.

The speed of the technique and the accuracy of the acupoint selection left those with even a little medical knowledge in the audience speechless.

The alchemist was stunned by this.

"What kind of acupuncture technique is this?"

Experts know the intricacies.

The man in the black robe was skilled in needlework—steady, accurate, and ruthless—clearly no ordinary person.

The next moment, Lu Xuan put his two fingers together and pressed several acupoints on the little girl's back, transferring several streams of spiritual energy to her.

"Yin and Yang reversed, leakage!"

Although his spiritual power is currently weak, his absolute control over the human body's meridians is enough to guide out that chaotic aura.

Sure enough, in an instant, the little girl's delicate body trembled, and she opened her mouth and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound and even emitting a wisp of white smoke, directly corroding a small pit in the ground.

Then, the little girl's face, which had been somewhat purplish, turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His furrowed brows relaxed, and his breathing gradually became steady and strong.

"Grandpa, Grandpa..."

A faint call, like heavenly music.

Upon seeing this, Shen Qiansan was overjoyed and wept tears of joy, tightly embracing his granddaughter in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

"She's awake! She's really awake!"

The onlookers were in an uproar, and their gazes toward Lu Xuan instantly changed.

This is a true miracle doctor!

As for the alchemist from the Ziyang Sect, his face was deathly pale, as if he had lost his parents.

Facts speak louder than words.

If the Blazing Sun Grass had been used according to his prescription, this little girl... would probably be a corpse by now.

"Do you believe now that quack doctors are misleading people?"

Lu Xuan put away the silver needles and glanced indifferently at the alchemist.

The alchemist opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor! Thank you for saving my life!"

After comforting his granddaughter, Shen Qiansan turned around and bowed deeply to Lu Xuan.

"I am Shen Qiansan. May I ask your honorable name, my benefactor? If you ever need my services, the entire Shen family will serve you to the death!"

"It was just a small favor."

Lu Xuan had no intention of revealing his identity, and lowered his voice to say, "However, since you put it that way, I do have something I need your help with."

"Speaking!"

"I need to buy some medicinal herbs, but the entrance fee to the Hundred Herbs Pavilion is too high, and I can't get in."

Lu Xuan glanced meaningfully at the man who had blocked his way earlier.

The man was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"I was blind! I'll show you the way right now! I'll show you the way right now!"

Just kidding. Even the masters of the Ziyang Sect were slapped in the face. This is someone Shen Qiansan has to bow down to. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to stop him anymore.

"No need."

Just then, a clear and melodious female voice came from above the stairs.

Everyone looked up and saw a woman in a purple gauze dress slowly walking down.

The woman was in her early twenties, with stunning beauty and a noble, aloof demeanor. In particular, her beautiful eyes revealed a shrewd and capable air.

"Sect Master!"

Upon seeing this woman, the alchemist and his assistant immediately bowed and paid their respects, not daring to breathe loudly.

This woman is none other than the head of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion.

She is also the person in charge of the Ziyang Sect stationed in the capital... Su Qinghuan.

Su Qinghuan ignored her subordinates and walked step by step to Lu Xuan, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a strange light.

"Sir, the acupuncture technique you just used, was it... the long-lost Thirteen Ghost Needles?"

Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

I never expected that there would be someone in this lower realm who would recognize this acupuncture technique.

Although he only demonstrated a simplified version, it was enough to show that this woman had exceptional insight.

I guess so.

Lu Xuan said calmly.

A hint of surprise flashed in Su Qinghuan's eyes, and her attitude became even more respectful.

"Sir, you are truly talented. It was my Hundred Herbs Pavilion that was negligent. This alchemist was not skilled enough and almost caused a disaster. I will deal with him according to the rules and give Elder Shen and you an explanation."

As she spoke, she gave the middle-aged man a cold glance.

"From this day forward, you are expelled from Baicao Pavilion and will never be employed again!"

"Master! No, Master!"

The alchemist was dragged away by the guards while wailing.

A mere first-grade alchemist is extremely rare in the Great Yan Dynasty, but to the Ziyang Sect, they are nothing special!

After dealing with this matter, Su Qinghuan looked at Lu Xuan again and gestured for him to proceed.

"Since you wish to purchase medicinal herbs, sir, why not come upstairs for a chat? Whatever you require, Baicao Pavilion is willing to sell it at cost price as an apology."