"Brother Zhuo, what's going on?" Elder Feng couldn't help but ask upon seeing the strange expression on Elder Zhuo's face. When one cared, one grew anxious. His curiosity about
Elder Zhuo gave a bitter smile and handed the prescription over to Elder Feng. Elder Feng took one look, and his expression instantly became spectacular. He slammed his palm heavily onto the table.
"Outrageous!" Elder Feng's temperament leaned toward the conservative and stubborn. Seeing such a preposterous prescription naturally threw him into a fury. He could barely restrain himself from charging into the secret chamber to drag Mu Ge out and terminate the detoxification right then and there.
The prescription consisted of a single line of sixteen characters:
Sleep with nine women, three consecutive days, take my pills, and you will recover.
"Elder Feng, what are you doing?" Elder Zhuo saw Elder Feng striding toward the secret chamber and hurriedly grabbed him.
"Brother Zhuo, this kid is acting this recklessly—can he really be a healer? I think you've all been played by some charlatan!" Elder Feng was so angry his whole body trembled.
Given his rigid personality, encountering such a absurd medical directive, there was simply no way he could believe this was legitimate.
Elder Zhuo, on the other hand, was deep in thought. He recalled that the pill master had previously explained that Wei Mo's symptoms were actually a minor issue—nothing more than an excess of yang energy in the body. Someone had then used aphrodisiac substances to trigger an overexplosive release of yang energy, resulting in surging blood and vital energy along with a restless mind.
Such symptoms—how would any orthodox Pill King ever consider approaching them from that direction?
Elder Zhuo had already consulted several Pill Kings to diagnose Wei Mo, and every one of them approached it from the angle of poisoning. None of them had been able to arrive at any credible conclusion.
But this prescription had given Elder Zhuo a new line of thinking.
Perhaps it really was excess yang energy?
The prescription was admittedly absurd—it even looked like a child's joke. But when he thought about the pill master's confident eyes, his composure when making guarantees, and Wei Jie's gallant willingness to share the risk, none of it seemed fake.
It was precisely because those two young men had infected him with their conviction that Elder Zhuo had brought them here to convince Elder Feng in the first place.
At this moment, naturally, he was willing to trust this young man.
"Elder Feng, the treatment process must not be disturbed. If you barge in rashly and they happen to be at a critical juncture, the slightest disruption could cause qi deviation at best—or instant death at worst. How can you be so reckless?"
Elder Feng huffed angrily, clearly still seething.
The two were at a stalemate when the door to the secret chamber slowly swung open.
Even Wei Jie and Wei Mo, standing to the side, couldn't help but stifle their laughter at this remark.
The two old men simply stared at each other, momentarily at a loss for words.
Elder Feng, concerned for his beloved disciple, was the first to speak: "Where is Mu Ge?"
"He's fine now, meditating inside to restore his energy. If you don't wish to disturb your disciple's contemplation, Elder Feng, I'd suggest you hold your patience and wait an hour or so."
Jiang Chen stretched lazily. Noticing Wei Mo still standing there, he spoke in an exaggerated tone: "Young Master Mo, why are you still loitering here? The sooner you try the method I gave you, the better. Your yang energy may not have erupted on the surface, but it's already affecting your consciousness. If you don't release it soon and inner demons take full hold, you'll be in serious trouble."
"What?" Wei Mo was still a virgin. Hearing these words, his entire mind went into chaos.
"I'm serious—don't bring this upon yourself. Remember, in terms of quantity, more is better, never less. As for quality, you'll have to use your own judgment. And remember, absolutely do not choose a woman who practices evil cultivation. Otherwise, she'll drain your yang energy and turn you into a cultivation furnace for yin-absorbing techniques. That would be an terrible deal."
Jiang Chen patted Wei Mo on the shoulder, having more or less figured out that Wei Mo was a martial-arts-obsessed virgin.
Wei Mo's entire face flushed crimson.
Wei Jie chimed in with a grin from the side: "Brother Mo, do you want your big brother to help you vet them?"
Before Wei Mo could open his mouth, Elder Zhuo hurriedly interjected: "Jie'er, you really should help him out on this one. You young people can exchange notes freely on such matters."
The old man felt himself blush even as the words left his mouth. What on earth was he saying?
The group chatted and laughed, especially Jiang Chen, who sat there with an air of elder statesmanship, sipping tea and sampling pastries like an honored guest, paying no heed to the probing glances Elder Feng kept shooting his way.
An hour or so later, Mu Ge emerged from the secret chamber.
The moment Elder Feng laid eyes on Mu Ge, his body jolted as though struck by lightning, and he froze in place.
Mu Ge was now clear-headed and refreshed, his face brimming with youthful vitality. His entire being radiated vigor and a powerful life force.
There was not a trace of poisoning left.
"Ge'er, you... you've recovered?" Elder Feng's voice trembled with both excitement and profound disbelief.
"Master, all the poison in my disciple's body has been completely eliminated. Moreover, under the pill master's guidance, I seem to have gained some insight. I feel signs of a potential breakthrough in my martial cultivation."
"What?" Elder Feng's expression became exceedingly rich in an instant.