CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 111 SU CHANGQING: I... HAVE CURED SOMEONE TO DEATH!

"Senior brother, not challenging the tower anymore?"

Seeing Su Changqing stop, Wu Yong asked with a big smile.

These days, he had witnessed Su Changqing’s madness.

Apart from using some resources to restore his vitality, he hadn’t rested for even a moment.

"Not for now."

Su Changqing shook his head and said, "There aren’t many resources left in the One Realm Resource Tower, and our resources are temporarily enough."

"We’ll wait until we’ve used them up. Next month’s resources will be updated, and then it won’t be too late to challenge again."

After speaking, Su Changqing walked straight to the small hill of resources emanating a misty glow, selecting rare spirit grasses from among them.

Most of these things were obtained from the Dan Peak Resource Tower, where the rewards for clearing levels were mostly spirit medicine for alchemy.

Now that he had the resources for cultivation, he wasn’t in a rush and planned to cure Fu Bo’s illness first.

"Why is senior brother only taking spirit medicine? Are you planning to learn alchemy?"

Wu Yong asked curiously, seeing the situation.

"No, Fu Bo is ill. I’m going to brew some medicinal soup." Su Changqing replied.

"Brew medicine? Senior brother knows how to heal?" Wu Yong asked with interest.

In this era where the Alchemy Dao flourishes, those who know medicine are indeed rare.

It’s not that medicine isn’t appreciated, but cultivators rarely dedicate themselves to learning such cumbersome things.

Isn’t it better to learn alchemy with that time?

"Just my own exploration, I hope it helps a bit."

Su Changqing continued selecting spirit medicine, answering casually.

In fact, he wasn’t even sure about the Celestial Doctor Miracle Scroll.

Calling it fake felt wrong, since back in the Sword Emperor Sect’s ruins, it had helped him embody heaven and earth, and it greatly contributed to his Divine Body cultivation later on.

But calling it real... yet Uncle Wen Lin couldn’t be saved back then.

Because of this matter, he hadn’t delved into the Celestial Doctor Miracle Scroll in a long time.

"I hope it works this time."

With a sense of hope, Su Changqing greeted Wu Yong and headed toward the stone hall atop the mountain.

"So it was just playing around."

Wu Yong shook his head with a smile, not taking it to heart, and turned to focus his fiery gaze on the pile of resources,

"Now, finally, no one can stop me from cultivating the Primordial Celestial Divine Body!"

...

At the mountain peak, the stone hall.

Fu Bo sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by powerful spiritual aura, tending to the injuries within his body.

At his level, minor injuries could heal in an instant, and even the pain of severed limbs was nothing.

The most crucial were internal injuries, damage to the origin, and shaky foundation, which even miraculous pills couldn’t remedy.

He could only patiently nurture them.

"Huff..."

After a while, as Fu Bo completed another cycle of internal circulation, he opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

The breath was faintly dark red, drifting through the stone hall into the air, piercing through the thick stone walls and dispersing into the void.

"Looks like in another year, this injury will be healed."

After introspection, a smile appeared on Fu Bo’s face.

"It’s just a minor injury. If I drink more of this wine, I can recover in half a year."

Wu Jiuling grinned, tossing a wine flask to Fu Bo.

His wine wasn’t ordinary; it was brewed with considerable effort by inviting a master of the Alchemy Dao, using numerous rare treasures.

"Minor injury..."

Fu Bo gave a wry smile, realizing that compared to Wu Jiuling, nothing seemed like a major injury in this world.

He looked at the other party, regretfully saying, "Haven’t you sought out a powerful figure in the Alchemy Dao for your injury, senior?"

"Perhaps there’s some miraculous pill that could suppress that Great Emperor Dao rhythm?"

Wu Jiuling waved his hand, "It’s useless."

"I went to the Celestial Pill Pavilion no less than ten times, and even the Pavilion Master personally came forward, yet there was no solution."

"Great Emperor, huh..."

He looked up and sighed, "Even a trace of Dao rhythm is beyond what we can bear."

Fu Bo also sighed gently upon hearing this.

The Celestial Pill Pavilion, one of the five dominant forces, is a sacred place for alchemists worldwide.

It gathers the strongest group of pill masters in the world, with countless people seeking pills every day.

If even the Celestial Pill Pavilion couldn’t do anything, then this injury... was basically beyond medicine.

Bringing up this topic, the atmosphere in the stone hall felt somewhat subdued.

But it was at this moment that footsteps sounded from outside.

"Fu Bo, I’ve brewed some medicinal soup for you. Drink it while it’s hot..."

As the voice fell, Su Changqing entered, holding a bowl of steaming medicinal soup.

"Young master, my illness isn’t serious, yet you still remember it?"

Fu Bo quickly stood up, feeling a warmth in his heart as he watched Su Changqing bringing the medicine, shaking his head with a smile.

His injury was not something a bowl of medicinal soup could cure.

"Illness, whether minor or major, is best completely cured." Su Changqing smiled slightly, handing over the medicinal soup.

"Accept Chang Qing’s goodwill and drink it." Wu Jiuling joked with a smile from the side.

Seeing this, Fu Bo shook his head with a smile and drank all the medicinal soup in one gulp.

A warm current surged from his stomach, but the mild medicinal power had no effect on his injury.

However, Su Changqing didn’t intend to cure Fu Bo with just a bowl of medicinal soup. The real effect would come from the needle technique.

"Fu Bo."

Su Changqing took out silver needles, his expression turning somewhat serious,

"I learned a set of needle techniques a few years ago, which have miraculous effects on various injuries and diseases."

"But..."

As he spoke, Su Changqing hesitated a bit.

"What’s wrong? Young master, feel free to speak." Fu Bo smiled.

"But, this needle technique... has killed someone."

Su Changqing looked a little embarrassed, but immediately said seriously:

"While I can’t guarantee to completely cure the illness, it definitely won’t aggravate it either."

"Last time... it was an accident, probably because the patient’s illness was too severe, untreated in time, so..."

After deciding to treat Fu Bo, Su Changqing pondered the Celestial Doctor Miracle Scroll for half a day again.

He turned it over and over, finding that no matter how he looked at it, nothing was wrong with his treatment back then.

Thinking back now, it was probably because Uncle Wen Lin’s disease had penetrated the bone, and the treatment was too late.

"Killed someone? Who?"

Knowing Su Changqing’s background, Fu Bo asked in great surprise.

"Ah, it was an uncle from the same village, named Su Wenlin."

Thinking of that familiar face, Su Changqing couldn’t help but show some sadness.

"Pfft...!"

Wu Jiuling, who was drinking, lost control, spitting out a mouthful of wine, and widened his eyes: "Who?"

"Su Wenlin?"

Wu Jiuling lightly rubbed his forehead, thinking he must have drunk too much.

Su Wenlin, wasn’t he the newly promoted quasi-emperor of the Su family, yet... he had been ’killed’ by Su Changqing?

Fu Bo also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, realizing just how shocking those words were.

But after a moment’s thought, he understood what was happening.

It must have been something important that required Su Wenlin to ’disappear,’ coincidentally having Su Changqing ’kill’ him.

Thinking of this, he shook his head, amused, and said:

"Young master, don’t worry. This old man is still robust, so feel free to proceed."

Inside, Fu Bo sighed.

Su Nan’s educational methods, while effective, also had some drawbacks.

At least with medical skills, it left Su Changqing with significant shadows, making him hesitant to apply them.

"Well, even if it has no effect, I’ll just say it’s healed."

"Helping Chang Qing overcome this inner shadow would be a good thing."

With that in mind, Fu Bo looked at Su Changqing and spoke with a smile:

"Young master, don’t be afraid. Prick with the needles however you wish; how could silver needles still kill someone?"

At this moment, Wu Jiuling also seemed to realize something, shaking his head with a laugh.

Pricking someone to death?

With one being a quasi-emperor and the other a great saint, even if Su Changqing held a saintly weapon, it wouldn’t be possible, let alone a few silver needles.

"I wonder who was bored enough to teach Chang Qing this long-abandoned medical art."

"It’s fine to play around, but don’t neglect proper duties..."

With this thought, Wu Jiuling looked up at Su Changqing.

Beside him, Fu Bo also sat cross-legged with a gentle smile, waiting for Su Changqing to take action.

"Fu Bo, let me know if you feel anything wrong."

Feeling a bit nervous, Su Changqing took a deep breath, and after opening his eyes again, his gaze became tranquil, a silvery radiance flashing by.