Chapter Fifty-two: Qu Xing River

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  And in the grand hall of the Heavy Mystical City's government, the lights were shining brightly. Eight thick bronze pillars stood upright, with fierce and powerful bronze dragons coiled around them, spewing out huge flames from their mouths, the firelight constantly jumping and flickering, reflecting off the dragons' eyes, making it seem as if they were alive and staring down menacingly at everyone in the hall, exuding an aura of majesty and awe-inspiring power.

  Chen Mo stepped into the grand hall of the Heavy Mystical City for the first time, and a heavy sense of pressure came rushing towards him. His heart tightened, and he couldn't help but feel some excitement.

  About to meet the strong man Qu Xinghe, who has been admired and revered for a long time. This person has already reached the level of Pre-Heaven Spiritual Master, with one punch, even city walls can be blasted down. He is also the peak that countless people look up to within a thousand miles.

  At this time, the remaining alchemists in the grand hall all held their breath and concentrated, not even daring to breathe heavily. Chen Mo, a nameless small figure, couldn't even be considered an entry-level alchemist, he could only stand at the end of the line unnoticed.

  He gazed at the magnificent decorations inside the grand hall, and his heart was also shocked and surging. In the center of the hall, a huge ink jade disc dragon was carved, with its mouth seeming to spit out red mist. Below it was a large ink jade throne, carved with some fierce beasts from ancient times, and the gemstones used for decoration emitted dazzling light.

  Chen Mo's eyes were dazzled, and he unconsciously patted his pocket, only to find it embarrassingly empty. That chair had a gemstone that could be easily picked off, which would be enough to exchange for tens of thousands of gold tickets, allowing him to pay off all his debts. Luxury, truly too luxurious.

  As he was lost in thought, the dragon's eyes in the middle of the hall suddenly shone brightly, as if adding the final touches to a painting, stunning everyone.

  "A group of quacks, they're killing me!" Like a thunderclap from the heavens, it startled the pharmacist below so much that he trembled with fear, his body shaking like a sieve.

  Only to see Qu Xinghe, with a wave of his sleeve, came striding forward with the sound of wind and thunder. His forehead was full and shiny, with two thick and dense tiger eyebrows that were wide enough to hold a hundred rivers. A majestic aura that seemed to overlook the world emanated from him, making it impossible for others to gaze at him directly.

  Beside him was the second-grade old pharmacist, Huai Haoming, with white eyebrows and whiskers, an immortal aura and a vigorous spirit, with a hint of divine energy surging as he walked.

  The two pharmacists below were trembling with fear, their heads bowed low, so low that they could hardly see their own heads.

  Only Chen Mo was somewhat excited, finally seeing Qu Xinghe again. Is that the aura of a strong person? Just saying a word with such a strong momentum, tsk, a master is indeed a master.

  Qu Xinghe's eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the entire scene with a cold and stern gaze. When he saw Chen Mo, he paused for a moment, and when he saw Wu Gui Xiao Ba, he stopped for two moments.

  The still-dazed Xiao Ba felt a gaze filled with scrutiny and intimidation sweep over him.

  *groan*, head tilted to one side, limbs splayed out. Breathing stopped for an instant, eyes rolled back, playing dead. When I don't exist, you didn't see me, you didn't see me.

  Chen Mo suddenly felt his body sink, as if he was a small mouse in the fields, caught in the gaze of a soaring eagle in the sky. All his movements were exposed to its eyes, every detail revealed. He hastily retracted his aura, his face expressionless like an old monk in meditation.

  "Is there anyone else with a good method?" Qu Xinghe's thunderous roar came down like a sharp whip, stunning the entire hall into silence. With another slap on the armrest of the ink jade throne, the breathing below weakened by sixty percent, and everyone was in a state of extreme fear.

  The old pharmacist stood by with a distant look on his face, his head bowed in thought, stroking his white eyebrows, his brow furrowed deep, unable to help but shake his head and sigh.

  The atmosphere was tense with anticipation.

  Suddenly, a loud voice came: "Lord Qu Cheng, Yan Mou has returned and also invited the famous Fang Ying Zhuo medicine master from Shengdi Changchun Valley."

  Only one person was seen at the entrance of the hall, with a majestic and powerful stride, wearing brocade clothes and jade robes, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, still looking handsome. However, a hint of evil spirit flashed between his brows, making people suddenly feel a chill.

  He was followed by a very thin and tall man, with a dark robe draped over his body like a fleshless skull, empty inside. At this time, he raised his head, looked down on everything, and looked at others with a slanted eye.

  The two of them only paid their respects to Qu Xinghe and completely ignored everyone else.

  A burning anger, like a fire that was burning in his chest cavity, burst forth, and the bright energy in his dantian churned and bubbled restlessly. His tightly clenched fist crackled with energy, staring fixedly at the young man in brocade clothes.

  Yan Zhiwu, it's actually Yan Zhiwu.

  It was him back then who intentionally set a trap to bully me, lure out Big Brother, and finally joined forces with several masters to break Big Brother's leg and cripple his Qi Sea.

  Yan Zhiwu, Yan Zhiwu, it's been almost three years, I've finally seen you again. Hehe, hehe.

  Qu Xinghe suddenly felt a surge of anger in the temple, who was it that had such a strong killing intent? Was someone not convinced, his sharp eyes like those of an eagle scanned the bottom.

  Overwhelmed, a chill ran down my spine, and I felt a layer of goosebumps rising. It was as if I had been stared at by a ferocious ancient beast, with cold sweat dripping down my back. For a moment, I didn't dare make any slight movement.

  Understanding the situation is not harmonious, a gentleman takes revenge ten years later, and tomorrow will be long. Yan Zhiwu, you wait, I must make you taste the scorching humiliation, the heart-wrenching pain.

  Enduring like a knife cut, the knife cuts Chen Mo's heart with blood, and his teeth are biting acid. Strength, this is the difference in strength. If you have Qu Xinghe's strength, at this time, stand up tall and slap to death Yan Zhiwu, who can bear yourself?

  I will never give up until I surpass you, Qu Xinghe, Chen Mo is determined.

  "Thank you, Master Fang, for traveling thousands of miles to help. I'm sorry to trouble you." Qu Xinghe heard that this person was already a second-grade pharmacist and came from the famous sacred place, Changchun Valley. His angry fire also subsided a bit, and his tone became much more gentle.

  Thinking of his daughter's precarious situation, he wondered if she might really be cured by him. The hidden melancholy in his heart also dissipated a lot. He hastily ordered the servants to set up seats for Fang Yingzhuo and Yan Zhiwu.

  Look at Zhiwu again: "Zhiwu, you take care of it. After the matter is settled, I will personally go to the Yan family's master and thank him on your behalf, and say a few good words for you."

  "This is what a disciple should be." Yan Zhiwu was overjoyed upon hearing this, his efforts had not been in vain. As long as Qu Xinghe went to thank him, his status within the family would immediately skyrocket.

  Moreover, if he could cure Qu Tianyao, he would definitely make Qu Xinghe look at him with new eyes. In the future, in Chongxuan City, he would be a figure who is second to one person and above all others. He would be able to summon the wind and rain, and even walking sideways, no one would dare to make a sound.

  Maybe I can even win the favor of a beauty and become Qu Xinghe's son-in-law. Then I will be a big shot in Chongxuan City, someone who is sought after by everyone.

  It's a highly profitable deal, Yan Zhiwu's abacus is clicking away happily, and he can't help but feel a little excited.

  "Please, Master Pharmacist, use your divine skills to revive my daughter." Qu Xinghe's hope was rekindled, and he pinned all his hopes on Fang Yingzhuo, after all, this person came from the sacred Long Spring Valley.

  "Please rest assured, Master Qu, Fang Yao and I are both exceptional doctors, we will definitely be able to cure Tian Yao's sister." Yan Zhiwu said with full confidence.

  Fang Yingzhuo also had a plan in mind and said with his head held high: "Since that's the case, it's better to do it sooner rather than later."

  "You bunch of trash, get out of my sight." Qu Xinghe flicked his sleeves.

  The mediocre doctors scattered like birds and beasts escaping from death.

  Uh...

  Chen Mo blinked silently, speechless. He had been looking forward to the 100,000 taels of gold tickets himself. It was hard to come once, and just leave like this?

  The grand hall was empty and desolate, with only Chen Mo left standing out even more prominently.

  Qu Xinghe's tiger eyebrows slightly furrowed, his sharp eyes staring at Chen Mo. He had felt that this kid was very unusual earlier - a first-rank Spiritual Master with a complexion smeared with yellow liquid, pretending to be weak and sickly. What was he trying to do? Why didn't he hurry up and run away?

  "Qu City Master, under the eaves of the humble abode, also has some unique medical skills." Chen Mo said calmly: "Rushing thousands of miles to come, is for treating your esteemed daughter's illness."

  Yan Zhiwu gave Chen Mo a inexplicable glance, what? This kid's clothes were tattered and worn out, his face was pale yellow, with a sickly appearance of being half dead and poor. He actually dared to help Tian Yao treat her illness. In his heart, he sneered, this kid must have eaten bear gallbladder and leopard heart, looking for death? He wished he could directly go up and trample him to death.

  Fang Ying Zhuo raised the corner of his mouth, and with a slight glance at Chen Mo, he sneered: What can this wretched and weak little boy do?

  Qu Xinghe's voice was cold and stern as he asked, "Xuan Yuan Mo, now that Fang Yao Shi is here, why don't you scram?"

  "The words of the Lord of Qu City are quite wrong. So many doctors have failed to cure the illness, who can guarantee that Fang will be able to cure it?" Chen Mo said astonishingly: "Why not keep me as a spare?"

  "Ah!" Qu Xinghe remained calm. Yan Zhiwu, on the other hand, was furious and burst out laughing: "Where did this arrogant little brat come from? He dares to compare himself to Fangyao and say he's even stronger? Get out of here quickly!"

  Fang Ying Zhuo's eyebrows also jumped twice, his eyes coldly staring at Chen Mo.

  Before Qu Xinghe could speak, Chen Mo retorted, "Yan Zhiwu, the city master hasn't even spoken yet. You're already jumping up and down to drive me away. If Fang Yao's treatment can't cure the city master's illness, are you willing to pay with your life?"

  "Y...". Yan Zhiwu was momentarily speechless, his face turning iron-gray. He secretly circulated his inner energy, as if he wanted to punch Chen Mo to death with one fist.

  "Alright, alright." Huai Hao Mai furrowed his brow and said in a conciliatory tone: "There's no need to argue about this matter. Tian Yao's illness is indeed strange. Xing He, I think we should let this kid stay for now, after all, one more person won't make a difference."

  This little guy doesn't look like much, but his determination to turn the tide is quite impressive. That sallow face makes Huai Hao can't help but want to smile, this little guy is really clever. Let him follow for now, if he's really unable to be cured, then I'll help him beg for mercy.

  As soon as Hua Hao said that, Qu Xinghe couldn't refute it either. He was just feeling depressed and anxious, so he shouted angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and follow me."

  Qufu Garden, pavilions and towers, small bridges and flowing water, lotus leaves stretching endlessly towards the sky, with a unique charm. The gentle breeze blows softly, willows caress your face, making people feel relaxed and happy.

  The crowd passed through the Water Pavilion Bridge and headed to Tianyao's Lotus Garden. The lotus flowers in the garden were in full bloom, white and pink, swaying gently. However, no one was in the mood to appreciate them, and they hurried along the way.

  Alone, strolling quietly in the deserted courtyard, neither fast nor slow, sometimes stopping to appreciate the rare and beautiful scenery.

  Xuān Guī Xiǎo Bā felt the powerful aura of Qu Xīng Hé, who could kill him at any moment. He stretched out his four limbs and walked with a cat-like gait, silent as he stepped, each step twisting and turning, exuding elegance, charm, and high difficulty.

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