Chapter 47: Putting on an Air

  Whether it was Lin Fan or Ling Meng'er, both of their cultivations had reached the War Master realm, and their speed was several times faster than that of ordinary people. Before long, they arrived at the City Lord's Manor, in front of the Wang Tian City Lord's Manor, one of the Eight Great Wonders of the Dayless Empire.

  Outside the gate of the castle, four spirited guards were standing. Without waiting for Lin Fan and the other to ask, they seemed to have already guessed the purpose of their visit and asked: "Are you two here to take down the notice?"

  What's the point of checking the rankings? Looking at his empty hands, Lin Fan had a helpless expression. He hadn't planned on coming to the City Lord's Manor in the first place; if it wasn't for the girl beside him insisting on it, he might still be enjoying a good meal at the tavern.

  "Go and inform the city master, tell him I have a 100% guarantee to save his daughter", before Lin Fan could speak, Ling Meng'er spoke first, her face full of confidence.

  Although there was no banner, the guard saw that the two people in front of him seemed not to be joking anymore. One of them returned to the city master's mansion to report, and soon the guard came out with an invitation: "The city master has invited the two of you to come in."

  There was no way to turn back, since they had already come this far. Lin Fan would not choose to retreat again. The two of them followed the guards quickly into the City Lord's Manor, passing through a long corridor and a pond of lotus flowers before arriving at the grand hall of the City Lord's Manor.

  The entire castle is divided into two parts, the front part is an open-air design, and the back part is a 100-story spiral skyscraper. When Lin Fan stood outside the main hall and looked at the high-rise building in front of him, he found that it was another visual effect. Standing under the 100-story skyscraper, he felt very small.

  "Two of you can go in, the Lord is receiving a noble guest", and sent the two to the outside of the main hall. The guard did not continue to take them further inside, turned around and left the outside of the main hall.

  "Meng'er, do you know medicine?" Lin Fan finally asked the question that had been on his mind. No matter what, this was the residence of the city lord, and now the city lord's daughter was seriously ill, with many doctors unable to do anything. What if Ling Meng'er couldn't cure her? Wouldn't it be troublesome later on? He himself had the Five Elements Escape technique to leave at any time, but Ling Meng'er didn't, and his own Five Elements Escape couldn't take people away with him.

  "Can't you cure it?"

  When Lin Fan heard Ling Meng'er's words, he was completely speechless. When would he have medical skills? Why didn't even he himself know, and even if he did have medical skills, he had never told anyone else, let alone Ling Meng'er, so how could the girl beside him possibly know?

  "Meng'er, I don't know any medical skills, it's better for me to leave," Lin Fan thought that the girl beside him didn't know any medical skills either, and neither did he. Later on, not only would they be unable to cure the city lord's daughter, but this was also a deception, and what's more, it was a deception of the city lord himself. If things went wrong, there would be endless trouble.

  "There's nothing to do, if you don't try, you won't know it won't work, let's go," after finishing speaking, Ling Meng'er took the lead and walked in, feeling helpless until now, Lin Fan also had no way out and followed her in.

  The main hall of the castle is not too big, with a neat layout. There are about ten or so people in the entire hall, including old and middle-aged men. Among them, standing in the center is a middle-aged Confucian scholar, wearing a white robe that flows like a cloud, with his sword-like eyebrows standing upright, giving off an aura of being powerful without being angry.

  The two of them entered without causing much of a stir, as if everyone treated them as if they didn't exist, each one just staring at the door curtain on the left, especially the middle-aged Confucian scholar who was anxious and uneasy.

  Soon, an old man with white hair walked out from the left curtain, a bit hunched back, walking with a limp, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. He came to the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said with a helpless expression: "City master, young lady's illness is quite stubborn, I have no way to cure it, really sorry about that".

  "Mr. Kang, it's serious, come on, take Mr. Kang out," The middle-aged Confucian scholar seemed to have already known the result, his face was somewhat solemn, and then a guard walked into the main hall and took the old man away quickly.

  "Is there anyone else who wants to try?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar spoke up, seemingly somewhat unwilling, but among the dozen or so people in front of him, not a single person responded. Every face looked uncomfortable, and it was worth noting that all the dozen or so people present were famous doctors in Wàntiān City, yet no matter who it was, they were all at a loss when it came to the young mistress's illness.

  "Can we give it a try?" Just then, a female voice suddenly came from among the dozen or so people, and everyone turned to look at the speaker. It was a woman, and a hint of mockery appeared on everyone's face.

  "Alright, please," the middle-aged Confucian scholar did not show any prejudice towards Ling Meng'er just because she was a woman. However, when he saw the black giant sword behind Lin Fan, his face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

  Soon, a maid walked out slowly, leading the two away. Behind the door curtain was another long corridor, with a wooden pillar standing every meter, and on each pillar was carved a strange and bizarre creature.

  Through the long corridor, the two followed the maid to a Danfeng-colored pavilion outside. The entire interior of the pavilion was pure white, and on a large white bed lay a young woman with a fresh and elegant appearance. Her face was pale as paper, quietly lying on the bed, as if she had been asleep for thousands of years.

  Walking slowly to the bedside, Lin Fan said without any reserve: "Meng Er, you don't know medicine, and I also don't know medicine. How are we supposed to save this woman in front of us now?"

  Lin Fan was extremely depressed, thinking to himself that the two of them were truly looking for trouble. Instead of enjoying a good meal at the wine house, they had come to this place to treat illnesses. The most infuriating thing was that neither he nor the young girl beside him knew even the slightest bit about medicine.

  "'I don't care about this, you figure it out yourself'," Ling Meng'er didn't even glance at the woman on the bed, she just stood quietly in front of the window, lost in thought. This time Lin Fan was thoroughly helpless, thinking to himself what's going on, clearly you were the one who came to treat someone's illness, now suddenly saying you don't care, what does this mean?

  "Please let the two of you see Miss Ling", they were not in a hurry but someone was, the maid on one side urged, her face slightly sinking, because Lin Fan had already basically confirmed that Ling Meng'er did this completely intentionally, although he didn't know what kind of purpose the girl had.

  No matter what, now is not the time to be stingy, everything will have to wait until we leave the city lord's manor. Although I don't know any medical skills, at this moment I can only force my way through.

  Lin Fan reached the bedside, stretched out his right hand and placed it on the woman's right wrist, feeling her icy pulse. He pretended to take her pulse, but time passed slowly, Lin Fan didn't say a word, only furrowing his brow tightly.

  On the surface, Lin Fan seemed to be concentrating on taking her pulse, but in fact, at this moment, Lin Dashi had not put his mind on the sick woman at all. He really couldn't understand why Ling Meng'er would do such a thing and what benefits it would bring to her.

  Was it just to get her first time? After thinking about it, Lin Fan could only think of this result. In the end, Lin Fan came to a conclusion that Ling Meng'er hated herself for getting her first time and wanted his life. He sighed helplessly in his heart, even if he guessed correctly, what could he do? Could he still kill Ling Meng'er?

  After guessing Ling Meng'er's true purpose, Lin Fan was worried about the woman in front of him. He didn't know any medical skills, but a set of pill-refining techniques suddenly flashed into his mind.

  Since he cultivated the second layer of Jiu Zhuan Sheng Si Jue, Lin Fan had obtained several sets of alchemy pill formulas from the black tower. When he first cultivated the first layer of Jiu Zhuan Sheng Si Jue, he learned Tong Ling Dan and Xi Mao Dan from the black tower, but perhaps because things were too busy, Lin Fan didn't even have time to carefully ponder the pill formulas.

  From the black tower, a total of five elixirs were obtained, one of which was called Qingling Dan. The Qingling Dan required six medicinal materials to refine and its effect was to eliminate all poisons. Although Lin Fan didn't know if the woman on the bed had been poisoned or not, he still wanted to try it out.

  Heaving a soft sigh, Lin Fan said in a pretentious tone: "Although it's a bit difficult to cure, there are still some ways to do it. The only problem is that the required medicinal materials are very hard to find."

  When Ling Meng'er heard that Lin Fan had a way to cure the woman on the bed, she was completely disbelieving and seemed unwilling to believe it. She asked: "Can you really save her? Don't talk nonsense."

  Lin Fan didn't respond to Ling Meng'er's words, but instead told the maid beside him: "You go and report to the city master, just say that I have a way to save the young lady, it's just that some of the medicinal materials are very hard to find."

  Upon hearing this, the maid's face lit up with joy and quickly left the pavilion. Lin Fan and Ling Meng'er also didn't continue to stay and soon returned to the main hall. As soon as they entered, the middle-aged Confucian scholar asked excitedly: "Do you really have a way to cure my daughter's illness?"

  Lin Fan nodded and said, "I don't dare guarantee whether I can cure the young lady's illness or not, but I have a method that can be tried, with a success rate of 50%." He had never really seen the effect of Qingling Dan, nor did he dare to confirm that the girl was poisoned at all, so Lin Fan didn't say anything absolute.

  "Only a fifty percent success rate? And who knows if it's really going to cure the young lady's illness, or just a waste of time and resources, merely seeking to curry favor." Before the middle-aged Confucian scholar could say anything, an old man with white hair and a crown-like hairstyle suddenly sneered.

  "Oh, so you're saying I'm not good enough? At least I have a 50% chance of success, while some people don't even have a single layer of confidence, yet they still dare to mock others here. It's truly laughable."

  Lazy and not far away, the old man said a lot. Lin Fan was most disgusted with this kind of person who had no skills himself but always liked to mock others. He turned his head to look at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said: "I have six kinds of medicinal herbs here. If the city master can find them all, I am confident that I can cure Miss's illness."

  He listed all the six herbs he needed, and Lin Fan wasn't afraid of others hearing it. Even if others got the six herbs, what could they do? Who else in this world besides him could refine elixirs?