My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 107: The Arrival of the Demon's Treasure

Chapter 107: The Arrival of the Demon's Treasure

Time flowed like a river, and four days passed quietly.

On the mountain road leading to Jinyang City, a carriage suddenly appeared.

Driving the carriage was a young man dressed in colorful attire, with long silver-white hair. His lips were narrow, and he squinted his eyes, giving him the appearance of a fox.

What caught attention was his face, with a Yin and feminine look. His complexion was pale as if coated with a thick layer of foundation.

Behind the carriage, there was a small square wooden house. It was not a sedan chair as it was too small to accommodate a person.

It somewhat resembled the wooden carts used by vendors on the streets of the city.

The young man drove the carriage leisurely, and even on the rocky mountain road, it remained remarkably stable.

Strangely, there were occasional creaking sounds from the carriage wheels, and inside the small wooden house, there were intermittent sounds.

Ahead on the mountain road, three people approached, appearing to be woodcutters going out to chop wood.

The silver-haired young man didn’t pull the reins, but the carriage came to a stop. He smiled and said, “Brothers, is Jinyang City along this road all the way forward?”

The woodcutters were stunned for a moment, surprised by the young man’s appearance. They had never seen someone dressed so peculiarly.

But one of them, out of politeness, replied, “Go forward for about a hundred miles, and you’ll see Jinyang City.”

“Thank you, brothers,” the silver-haired young man replied with a clasped fist.

Another curious woodcutter asked, “Brother, with your appearance, it’s quite unique. What are you going to do in Jinyang City?”

“Hey, I’m a wandering entertainer, traveling all over the place. I want to go to Jinyang City to show off some tricks and earn a meal.”

“That’s interesting, but unfortunately, we have to go into the mountains to chop wood. Otherwise, we’d love to see it ourselves,” one woodcutter said with a smile, then signaled his two companions to continue on their way.

“Don’t go, brothers. Meeting is fate. How about I show you a thing or two here?” the silver-haired young man suddenly said.

The three woodcutters looked at each other awkwardly. They were in a hurry to go into the mountains for work, and the previous conversation was just a formality. How could this person take it seriously?

“It won’t take much time,” the young man added.

The leader of the woodcutters sighed and said, “Alright, little brother, come on. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The young man got off the carriage, the corners of his mouth lifted. The split angle was quite intimidating, but unfortunately, he had his back turned, and the three woodcutters didn’t notice; otherwise, they would have found something unusual.

Clap, clap!

A crisp sound of slapping hands echoed. A small door appeared on the small wooden house, opening to the sides, revealing a pitch-black interior that was hard to see into.

Then, the young man’s right hand extended, and a green light flew into the small wooden house like a firefly.

The visibility brightened, and many small gadgets appeared inside the small wooden house.

A beautiful face covered with mist, a flaming wheel with a human face, and five bouncing and grinning human heads.

Lanterns with ghost faces, a black horse with sharp bone spikes and eyes spouting fire, and a skeleton without flesh and blood.

This was undoubtedly a hundred demon picture, a moving hundred demon picture!

“Good!” The three woodcutters clapped their hands in approval. This method was indeed novel and interesting.

After watching for a while, the leading man said, “Little brother, with this skill of yours, you can definitely make a big splash in Jinyang City! It’s getting late; we’ll go into the mountains to chop wood first. We’ll meet again!”

Three people were about to leave when they were stopped by a young man. “Brothers, please wait. In the martial arts world, there’s a custom. After watching a performance, those with money can contribute, and those without money can appreciate.”

Upon hearing this, the others’ expressions turned unpleasant. “Young man, this is a bit unreasonable. You forced us to watch your performance, and now you want money too?”

“No money?” The young man, with his narrowed eyes, slowly opened them. “Then leave someone behind.”

Suddenly, the three individuals were frightened. The young man’s eyes had no pupils but rather sinister blood-red patterns!

At the same time, flames emerged from the carriage wheels, forming faces and emitting eerie laughter.

The originally black steed lost its fur, flesh withered away, bones protruded, and its eyes glowed with green fire!

These two things were clearly the same as those seen in the Hundred Demon Chart before.

“Monsters!” The three exclaimed in shock and hastily fled.

However, a massive skeletal claw emerged from the small wooden house, dragging the three inside.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door closed, and everything returned to calm.

The silver-haired young man mounted the carriage, complaining, “That ghost and Buddha guy actually wants me to run errands for Qian Gui.”

This silver-haired young man was none other than Yao Zang!

At the entrance of the Bao Yi Hall, the city’s residents, hearing that Physician Qin had returned, once again formed a long line.

In addition to reading books in the Listen To Rain Pavilion, practicing medicine during leisure time, and accumulating Literature Qi had become Qin Feng’s daily routine.

“Physician Qin, when I urinate, I always feel weak, and although I want to urinate, I can’t.” A man confessed with embarrassment.

“You have kidney yang deficiency, with clear yang sinking, unable to transform water dampness, causing weak qi transformation,” replied Physician Qin in a low voice.

“To make the decoction, take dried ginger, Poria cocos, roasted licorice, cinnamon, and white atractylodes. Boil them in water for one hour and take them in the morning and evening. These are the specific quantities needed for each medicinal herb. Go to the back to find Physician Song for the prescription,” Qin Feng handed out a white paper and shouted, “Next!”

“Physician Qin, I often feel abdominal pain, chills, and my hands and feet are cold. Sometimes, my menstrual cycle is later than usual,” a charming woman with a flirtatious demeanor said, lifting strands of hair from her ear.

“Your symptoms indicate palace cold. I’ll give you a prescription. Go to the back to get the herbs, take it half an hour after meals, and you’ll see results within three days,” Qin Feng was about to write down the prescription.

The charming woman pouted, “Physician Qin, can I not take the medicine? I’m afraid it’s bitter. Moreover, I heard that the symptoms of palace cold can be treated through massage. I wonder if Physician Qin knows about it?”

Hmm? Qin Feng sensed that something was off. He looked up and saw the charming woman looking at him with affection.

Miss, don’t look at me like that; your gaze seems like you want to eat me.

Just then, a cold voice came from the side, “My master is busy. If you don’t want to take the medicine, you can go elsewhere for treatment.”

The woman turned her head and saw Lan Ningshuang with her icy face. She took the prescription and left in a hurry.

Actually, I know a bit about massage techniques, Qin Feng thought to himself and called, “Next!”

As the night approached, the line of patients did not diminish. Qin Feng wanted to finish early today, so he shouted into the Medical Hall, “Physician Song, I have something to do, so I’m leaving. Please take care of the remaining patients.”

Physician Song stuck his head out, took a glance, and thought about how much consultation fee he could earn. He readily agreed.

Not long after Qin Feng and Lan Ningshuang left, Physician Song finished arranging his hall and walked out.

But when he came out, he was dumbfounded.

Where did everyone go? They were clearly lined up to the street just now! Now, there’s only one young man left.

“Well, my medical skills are not as good as others, can’t blame anyone. At least there’s still one patient who believes in me,” Physician Song consoled himself and asked, “Young man, what’s bothering you?”

The young man scratched his head, smiled, and asked, “May I ask when Physician Qin will be available for consultation tomorrow?”