Chapter 195 — From Small Things, Great Things
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The middle-aged scholar looked up and smiled. "Worthy of the little miracle doctor renowned throughout the capital. He does not wish me to discern from his medicines just how severe Imperial Teacher Jingping's injuries are. Truly cunning. But he has also underestimated me, Daoist Master Daoquan."
"Master, the spent herbs have arrived!"
Several young alchemists walked in from outside, each carrying a medicine basin filled with spent herbs.
Daoist Master Daoquan examined them one by one, sneering repeatedly. After a moment, he calculated, "This little miracle doctor is indeed shrewd. He deliberately mixed in spent herbs from other prescriptions so that I cannot tell how far he has treated Imperial Teacher Jingping. But playing such petty tricks before me—you are still too green. Disciples, gather the ingredients!"
He called out one medicinal name after another. The young alchemists promptly fetched various spirit medicines. Daoist Master Daoquan pondered for a moment, categorized the ingredients, switched them around several times, and only after he was satisfied there was no error did he order his disciples to light the furnace and refine the medicine.
Several hours later, Daoist Master Daoquan examined the medicines he had refined. The first was a decoction, extremely potent in nature. The second was a salve, to be applied externally to draw out poison. The third was a spirit pill the size of a little fingertip, silver-white and seemingly covered in thorns; the slightest touch of a finger would be wounded by the metal qi emanating from the pill.
The fourth medicine was a milky-white vapor that had settled in the furnace. The fifth was a small cup of dark red liquid that evaporated very quickly. The sixth and seventh were again spirit pills, but their medicinal properties differed from one another.
After examining all seven medicines, Daoist Master Daoquan's expression shifted slightly. He praised, "This little miracle doctor is remarkable. Truly remarkable. By his method of treatment, in as little as twenty days, or at most half a year, no matter what injuries Imperial Teacher Jingping has, he will fully recover!"
Carrying the seven medicines, he paused, then leaped into the air, treading the void and transforming into a streak of flowing light that sped away.
This streak of light flew south toward the Southern Wilderness for half a day, covering two or three thousand li, before descending upon Dali City in the Southern Wilderness.
Dali City was the largest city in the Southern Wilderness. In years past it had also been a nation, one that revered Buddhism. Within its borders were three thousand six hundred temples large and small, and it had long been known as the Little Western Heaven of the South. Later it was annexed by Jingping.
Daoist Master Daoquan landed before the most magnificent and resplendent temple in the city, Luoguang Temple, and strode quickly inside. More than a dozen existences at the level of sect masters rose to their feet.
"Daoist Master Daoquan has arrived!"
The foremost among them, a man wearing a bronze mask, came forward and said with a smile, "Daoist Master Daoquan's visit this time surely means he brings good news!"
"Indeed."
Daoist Master Daoquan took out the seven medicines and laid them out in a row. "This time, when Imperial Teacher Jingping dueled with Zhen the Wanderer of Little Jade Capital, he may have killed Zhen the Wanderer, but he must also have been injured. And on this journey he has the little miracle doctor at his side. Therefore, I reasoned that the medicines the little miracle doctor used to treat him would inevitably reveal the state of Imperial Teacher Jingping's injuries. These seven medicines are precisely what the little miracle doctor refined for him last night. Please look, everyone."