CHAPTER 329: CHAPTER 329

Changgui also didn’t like the way they spoke to Huo Ting. Who do they think they are? Huo Ting was merely born from the wrong womb; it’s not something she could choose. Although they didn’t explicitly say she, as a concubine, didn’t deserve to be so arrogant, there was always a ridiculous air of superiority in their words.

What’s wrong with being a concubine? Huo Ting’s cultivation is higher than anyone else present, and her knowledge is extensive. How can they look down on her?

This Feng Tian too, just got hit once, and as a cultivator, he still hasn’t woken up? Changgui even suspected he wasn’t knocked out by the hit but fainted from fright.

"Alright, stop crowding around here. Aren’t you feeling cramped? Move Feng Tian to his seat. He’ll wake up in a while, it’s nothing serious." Changgui said with a frown.

Learning about Elixirs inevitably involves studying some pathology for emergency diagnosis and treatment through prompt Alchemy.

Changgui considered Feng Tian most likely fainted from being startled by Huo Ting’s sudden attack and just hadn’t come to yet. He thought squeezing the pressure point under his nose for a while would do the trick, but since they were crowding around Feng Tian, he was too lazy to deal with someone provoking him.

"It’s easy for you to say!" someone retorted, "You’re not the one injured, you’re not the one who fainted, and you’re not the one who got hit. Do you think you can stay out of this? I think you’re the root cause of this!"

Changgui was baffled by these inexplicable accusations. Excuse me, but are you blind or deaf? Wasn’t Feng Tian the one looking for trouble? All he’s done so far is just walk over and sit down!

The ragged boy who suddenly transferred in, yet backed by a powerful figure, with astonishing Alchemy skills and the teacher’s admiration, was secretly regarded by everyone as a rival, although they didn’t say it aloud.

The young masters and ladies of the Celestial Class are all prodigies outside, though only in the mortal realm. They mostly deal with earthly matters, so when they were accustomed to being superior and suddenly overshadowed by a boy, they were only thirteen or fourteen years old—how could their hearts stay calm?

"Didn’t you say his injury is not worth worrying about? Then why don’t you heal him now? Anyway, you’re so amazing, you can definitely do that, right?" someone suggested opportunistically.

He didn’t believe it; no matter how capable the ragged boy was, he wouldn’t carry all kinds of Elixirs with him, right? He had observed it; this boy was truly poor, with just one shabby Storage Bag, from which he usually only took out some small snacks.

And when everyone is making Elixirs, they definitely aim to constantly train in more difficult areas. For Elixirs that treat such light superficial injuries, this boy probably couldn’t produce one, or maybe never even practiced, because such injuries don’t require Elixir-level treatment—a regular doctor could handle it.

Hearing this proposal, everyone began to clamor with a spirit of watching the spectacle: "Exactly, exactly, since you’re so amazing, healing him should be a piece of cake!"

Changgui frowned slightly, indeed unable to produce an Elixir to treat such a bump for the moment—such a bump, in his view, would heal itself in a few days, why would it need healing?

Kids from the countryside often bump their heads while roughhousing; the treatment he had seen was—"Don’t cry, mom will blow on it and it won’t hurt anymore!"

However, seeing everyone’s varied expressions, Changgui stood up.