My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 100: Shadow Spirit

Chapter 100: Shadow Spirit

“Young Master, where do we go next? To Listen To Rain Pavilion?”

Qin Feng shook his head, “The liquor is almost gone. We need to find Old Li to replenish it and, by the way, share this month’s liquor profits with him.”

Lan Ningshuang nodded slightly. For some reason, a faint worry hung between her eyebrows.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on your mind?” Qin Feng asked, turning his head.

“Young Master, the damage to the meridians in Young Master Ya’an’s right arm—do you have confidence in repairing it?”

So, she was worried about that. Qin Feng understood, “Although I would like to say I’m 70-80% sure, in reality, I only have a 50% chance.”

Half and half, this was his most optimistic estimate.

Although the Celestial Inner Canon provided a plan for treating meridians, in the end, it was just a not fully formed idea, and no one had succeeded.

He dared to say 50% certainty because of his unique dual pupils.

Seeing that Lan Ningshuang’s concern had not faded, Qin Feng smiled and said, “I said there’s a 50% chance of treating Young Master Ya’an’s right arm, but I didn’t say how confident I am in treating your young miss. Why worry so much?”

“Young Master, there’s no need to comfort me. Miss’s injury is much more severe than Young Master Ya’an’s. If there’s only a 50% chance of healing Young Master Ya’an, what about my young miss?” This was the main reason behind Lan Ningshuang’s worry.

“Not really. The most crucial thing in treating illness and saving people is experience. Why is repairing meridians so difficult? It’s because no physician has succeeded before. But I’m different; I can use Ya’an as a warm-up. If I can successfully treat him, won’t it be easy to handle your young miss’s meridian damage?”

At these words, Lan Ningshuang seemed to find it reasonable, her eyes brightening. But she still had worries, “But if Young Master Ya’an’s treatment fails, what should we do then?”

“What’s the big deal? Failure is the mother of success. If I fail once, I’ll naturally analyze the reasons for the failure and make improvements to the treatment technique. This way, my confidence will increase.” Qin Feng spoke confidently.

Moved by his words, Lan Ningshuang’s brow slowly relaxed. “So, wouldn’t that be a bit unfair to Young Master Ya’an?”

Qin Feng’s expression stiffened, pretending not to hear, and suddenly accelerated his pace. “Let’s go quickly, the sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll be back.”

On the other side, Ya’an, who was returning to the Qin residence, suddenly sneezed.

Wang Xu, beside him, concernedly said, “Young Master, did you catch a cold? Do you need an extra cloak?”

“No need.” Ya’an frowned slightly. The clothes on her were made of Heavenly silk from the Imperial Capital’s Divine Workshop, warm in winter and cool in summer. How could she catch a cold?

Casually, she glanced at her drooping right arm, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes.

Although she often pretended to be indifferent, who could truly accept the loss of a limb?

“Liu Jianli, how did you endure it back then?” Ya’an mumbled to herself.

Qin Feng and Lan Ningshuang arrived at Old Li’s residence. Looking around, it was still the same as before—old but clean.

Old Li was sitting on a chair in the courtyard, leisurely enjoying his drink. Every now and then, he would sprinkle some on the ground.

Qin Feng, witnessing this, felt his eyelids twitching. What a waste, truly a waste!

Hearing the movement, Old Li looked towards the main gate, “What’s the matter, young man, is the liquor sold out?”

“Yes, senior, where is the brewed liquor? The junior needs to take it away,” Qin Feng respectfully said.

“Wait.” Old Li burped, tapped his cane on the ground, and the corner of the courtyard cracked open.

Qin Feng looked curiously, and soon, numerous wine barrels floated out of the cellar, neatly arranged in the courtyard.

“Master, this is…” Lan Ningshuang widened her eyes and whispered.

Qin Feng also looked surprised; this mysterious method was not something a Hundred Ghost Grade Six practitioner could perform.

But the Puppet Shadow Realm of Grade Five also did not possess the ability to take things from a distance.

“Miss Lan, do you know what technique this is?” Qin Feng asked.

Due to the cooling weather, Lan Ningshuang could even feel the warmth of the opponent’s breath. Her face turned slightly red as she moved a little away, “I don’t know the specifics, but I heard that at the Fourth Grade of the Hundred Ghost Realm, one can attract and control Yin spirits. This technique seems quite similar to that ability.”

Fourth Grade of the Hundred Ghost Dao Lineage?! Qin Feng opened his mouth wide. Although he didn’t know the specific abilities of the Fourth Grade of the Hundred Ghost Dao Lineage, having such strength meant that Old Li must have had a considerable military rank in the Spirit Extinguishing Army.

He suddenly thought of something, activated his pupil technique, and saw a faint greenish blurry figure next to each floating wine barrel.

The more carefully he stared, the clearer these blurry figures became. They wore military uniforms, armor, and red-tasseled military caps.

These were clearly the attire of soldiers in a battle formation!

These Yin spirits were all soldiers, but why were there so many soldiers’ Yin spirits here?

Qin Feng widened his eyes, a thought emerging in his mind and lingering.

Senior Li was a soldier in the Spirit Extinguishing Army, surviving but choosing not to return to the imperial capital. Instead, he settled in Jinyang City and became a destitute wine brewer.

Jinyang City was a small city with no army, and there were no records of military personnel in the geographical records. Still, there were the Yin spirits of soldiers here.

There was only one possibility: these Yin spirits of soldiers were the Spirit Extingushing Army’s Yin spirits from back then, and the ashes of those soldiers burned by the Garuda curse fire had scattered here!

“Young Master, what’s wrong with you?” Lan Ningshuang saw Qin Feng’s expression and asked softly.

At the same time, those Yin spirits all looked over, startling Qin Feng.

“It’s nothing, I’m just amazed by this sight.”

Not long after, three hundred barrels of wine were neatly arranged in the courtyard. Old Li took a sip, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and said, “Take it.”

Qin Feng withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at those Yin spirits. He waved his right hand, and all three hundred barrels of wine were stored in the spatial ring.

“This is the profit from the liquor during this period.” Qin Feng placed a heavy money pouch on the table in the courtyard.

“Hmm.” Old Li responded without even looking, as if he didn’t care how much money was inside.

“There’s nothing else; you, young man, can leave. Don’t disturb my enjoyment of drinking.”

Qin Feng’s face twitched. It’s not even evening yet, and he’s already drunk like this. Is he trying to numb himself?

“Then this junior will take his leave.” Walking to the gate, Qin Feng added, “If Senior Li has nothing to do, you can visit the Moonlit Pavilion. Good wine requires good food. You’ve been sitting alone in this courtyard, drinking alone. Don’t you find it boring?”

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Qin Feng shook his head with a sigh.

Just as he was about to leave, the money pouch on the table flew into his hands.

Qin Feng looked surprised, turned around, and saw some silver coins left on the table.

“Senior, what does this mean?”

“Do you think you don’t need to pay for a meal? Consider that money as the meal cost. When I want to go, I will naturally leave.” Old Li said so.

Qin Feng wanted to refuse, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. “Senior, you should come often, or else to recover these costs, it will take ages.”

“Go, go, go, you brat. I won’t let you take advantage of me.” Old Li waved him off.

Qin Feng clasped his hands and left with Lan Ningshuang.

Clatter!

The cane tapped the ground again. The scattered silver on the table floated up and was distributed to the surrounding households.

Old Li tilted his head back, humming a tune, seemingly lost in thought.