My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 70: The Injury of the Right Arm

Chapter 70: The Injury of the Right Arm

After listening to what was said, Qin Feng fell into contemplation. He hadn’t expected that there were so many intricacies in the Literature Saint Dao Lineage. Fortunately, he had encountered someone knowledgeable today.

Ya’an paused for a moment and spoke again, “You have entered the ninth rank of the Literature Saint, so you must have memorized at least ten thousand volumes of medical texts. Although it may sound cruel, I still suggest that you… .If you want to reach a higher level, you might consider changing direction and spend time memorizing other books. This will prepare you for entering the court as an official or becoming a strategist in the military.”

Qin Feng scratched his head, unsure of how to respond.

In the Great Qian Empire, where demons and ghosts roamed freely, there was a preference for martial strength. There were no civil service examinations like those in the past. If one wanted to become an official through the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, they had to enter the Grand Literature Academy first and then be assigned a position.

As for joining the military, there were fewer restrictions. As long as one had genuine talent and knowledge of military strategy, the generals would be willing to accept you into their ranks, just like back then when Xing Sheng had hoped he would join the army of the Divine Marquis.

However, the key issue was that regardless of the path he chose, he would have to leave Jinyang City and be separated from the people he cared about. This was something Qin Feng absolutely couldn’t accept.

After all, his initial intention to improve his strength was twofold: first, for self-defense, and second, to protect the important people around him. If he had to be separated from his family in order to enhance his strength, wouldn’t that be putting the cart before the horse?

Moreover, he possessed a pair of extraordinary mystical eyes. Memorizing a book took only a moment for him; perhaps he could explore a cultivation path that no one had ever walked before.

For example, the Literature Saint guiding a Martial Cultivator? Who else could do that besides him?

Qin Feng thought complacently.

Wait a minute, she just said to memorize ten thousand volumes of books?

Qin Feng noticed something strange and couldn’t help but ask, “To reach the ninth rank of the Literature Saint, shouldn’t one memorize a hundred thousand volumes of books?”

The waterfall of Literature Qi in his divine sea had clearly been compressed tenfold before successfully filling it, turning into stairs leading to the Heart Questioning Platform!

Upon hearing this, Ya’an frowned slightly, “I don’t understand why you’re asking this. Even the most talented individuals would need several years to memorize ten thousand volumes of books, let alone a hundred thousand volumes. Are you trying to say that when you reached the ninth rank of the Literature Saint, this was the number of books you memorized?”

Qin Feng was dumbfounded and nodded blankly.

Nothing was worse than sudden silence. The expressions of the people became somewhat strange.

After a moment, Wang Xu tried to smooth things over, “Doctor Qin, don’t joke around. Even with my young master’s exceptional talent, he has only memorized just about a hundred thousand volumes of books since he started reading. Even so, his teacher praised him as a rare genius of the decade. You see, the one who said this is the current…”

“Be cautious,” Ya’an interrupted, and Wang Xu realized his mistake and fell silent immediately.

Ya’an looked at Qin Feng, her disappointment not concealed in her eyes. “Scholars have their pride, but they should also be realistic.”

Qin Feng curled his lips. It seemed that these people didn’t believe his words at all. They probably thought he was showing off.

Huh, if memorizing less than a hundred thousand volumes of books made one a rare genius of the decade, then what was he? An unparalleled genius throughout history?

Forget it. It was just a chance encounter anyway; there was no need to take it seriously.

Moreover, exceptional people like him were destined to endure others’ suspicions and doubts.

Qin Feng shook his head slightly, recalling that saying once more: “The higher you climb, the colder it gets at the top; being invincible is the loneliest existence.”

“Perhaps I remembered it wrong,” Qin Feng said, choosing to shoulder everything in order to save face for everyone and giving up the opportunity to appear saintly in front of others.

Meanwhile, the servants in the Qin family had already prepared the cold soup, which Qin Feng gave to the thirteen people. The venomous insects within them were thoroughly eliminated.

Everyone expressed their deep gratitude and took their leave.

Seeing this, Ya’an nodded slightly. Although this person was a bit vain, his medical skills were indeed extraordinary.

She turned her head to look at the basin.

The thirteen Heart Devouring Gu inside were still terrifying and horrifying. She gently opened her red lips, “It’s extremely difficult to kill the Heart Devouring Gu. Even if it is smashed to pieces, it might still resurrect using another host. The best method is to freeze it. After forty-nine days, its vitality will be completely extinguished.”

This statement was not false. The “Strange Insects” also described this method of exterminating the Heart Devouring Gu, but it was too slow.

“I have a better method.” Qin Feng took out a Vermilion fruit from his Spatial Ring and threw it into the basin.

Ya’an furrowed her brows in confusion, not understanding his intentions, until she saw the Heart Devouring Gu in the basin turn into black blood and dissipate. Her narrow eyes widened in astonishment.

“What is this? How can it eliminate the Heart Devouring Gu?”

Qin Feng glanced and his lips curled up slightly, “This item is called Vermilion Red Fruit, it grows in the south. I discovered its efficacy by chance.”

Yaan’s eyes showed a hint of shock, “But it’s not mentioned in the book.”

“Brother Ya’an, trusting the book entirely is not as good as having no book at all. Previous generations paved the way, not to make it rigid for the later ones to follow.”

The young man in white clothes was shaken by these words.

Seeing the expression on his face, Qin Feng didn’t say much. His words were a bit beyond the understanding of people in this era.

Casually, he glanced at the young man’s right arm. Qin Feng’s thoughts started again. He turned to Wang Xu and Mo Lintian, asking in a low voice, “Have you mentioned the matter of the right arm to Brother Ya’an?”

He had been practicing medicine in Jinyang City for so long and had not encountered a case of shattered meridians. Now, he had a chance to practice, and naturally, he didn’t want to miss it, especially since it concerned his beautiful wife.

Wang Xu and Mo Lintian looked at each other, shook their heads. Mo Lintian pondered for a moment and then walked up to the young man in white, whispering something to him.

Ya’an listened quietly, her expression unchanged. Only after Mo Lintian finished and stepped back did she raise her head to look at Qin Feng, walking over casually.

Regarding a matter as important as the right arm, anyone would experience inner turmoil and struggle. Qin Feng didn’t expect the young man to agree immediately. He had already planned many wordings in his mind, intending to guide the other party step by step to let go of his guard.

However, what he didn’t expect was the young man’s casual response, “When can we start?”

Qin Feng was stunned and surprised. He asked, “Hasn’t he explained it clearly to you? I only have fifty percent certainty. If it fails, there will be no chance of recovery for your right arm. Don’t you need to reconsider?”

“My life was saved by you. I trust your medical skills, and besides, a fifty percent chance is worth a try,” Ya’an said calmly.

She was clearly a woman, yet she was so decisive, without any hesitation. This made Qin Feng look at her in a new light.

“The medicinal ingredients needed to repair the meridians are all precious and rare. It will take a considerable amount of time and money to gather them. If you are really determined, I will write down the ingredients, and you can prepare in advance.”

Seeing Ya’an nodding, Qin Feng asked Qing’er to get a pen and paper, and wrote down one precious medicine ingredient after another in crooked handwriting on the paper.

Wang Xu and Mo Lintian looked at it and their expressions froze. This handwriting is really amazing.