108 Great Elder’s Difficulties
What rendered them speechless the most.
Was it because they couldn’t secure Jiang Fan, and fell ill out of anger?
Jiang Fan couldn’t help but twitch his lips slightly.
He didn’t hesitate any longer and immediately began to refine the Nine-flavor Heart Nourishing Pills in a methodical manner.
His technique was so proficient, completely unlike the panicked disciples.
It drew exclamations of awe from the many disciples.
Not long after, the medicine pills were ready.
Su Qiuning examined them and exclaimed, “Top-grade Nine-flavor Heart Nourishing Pills!”
“Even Master might not be able to refine these!”
Jiang Fan said, “Quickly give them to Elder Wen to take.”
Su Qiuning nodded and immediately rushed back into the hall.
Not long after.
She came out wiping her tears, looking very sad.
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Jiang Fan’s heart sank, “The medicine didn’t work?”
Yuan Zhiyu sneered, “A fierce set of actions like a tiger, only to see the disciples cry over the effect.”
Gong Caiyi breathed a strange sigh of relief.
“That’s more like it; if he were proficient in everything, it would truly be strange.”
A disciple who could master movement techniques, have high Sword Path Talent, and refine medicine.
She would be jealous too.
Luckily, his medicine refining wasn’t great.
But who knew, Su Qiuning shook her head repeatedly, “It’s not that.”
“The medicine worked very well, as soon as Elder Wen took it, she immediately woke up.”
Jiang Fan was stunned, “Then why are you crying, making everyone misunderstand?”
Su Qiuning cried again, “Because Master knew you refined this medicine, and it’s better than what she can refine.”
“She pounded her legs, sighed to the sky a few times, and then fainted again.”
A silence fell over the front of the hall.
For a moment, no one knew whether to cry or laugh.
It seemed, the more Jiang Fan demonstrated his talent in medicine refining, the worse his Master’s heart condition became.
Jiang Fan handed the remaining few Nine-flavor Heart Nourishing Pills to Su Qiuning with a bitter face.
“As long as I’m here, your Master’s illness is not going to get better, farewell.”
Then he cupped his hands toward the dazed Gong Caiyi, “Sect Master Gong, let’s go, so not to disturb Elder Wen’s recovery.”
“Oh, oh.” Gong Caiyi followed Jiang Fan in a daze.
She stared at Jiang Fan’s back, full of disbelief.
She whispered again, “Zhiyu, where exactly did you hear this news?”
“Look at him yourself, does he seem like someone without a Spirit Root?”
Yuan Zhiyu even doubted herself if she had been deceived, watching Jiang Fan’s back, stammering, “I-I’ll ask around some more!”
Gong Caiyi sighed softly, looking at Jiang Fan with a trace of envy, “Sect Master Liu is really fortunate.”
“If only I had such a disciple.”
Yuan Zhiyu stuck out her tongue, “Master, our sect is for women, there’s no precedent for accepting men.”
Gong Caiyi glared at her, “Do you need to remind me of that?”
“Can’t I even express a bit of envy?”
She was just sighing with emotion.
Actually taking Jiang Fan as a disciple, that was absolutely impossible.
It was already dusk by then.
They spent a day touring three mountain peaks.
Jiang Fan led them back to Sect Master Peak first.
When passing the foot of Reincarnation Peak.
A small beast with reddish-brown fur was munching loudly on some Spirit Ginseng it had stolen from who knows where.