Dandy Pill God
Chapter 60 Elder Song’s Shock

Chapter 60: Chapter 60 Elder Song’s Shock

Seeing Song Yan’s current state, Zhu Fei was also slightly startled, then he reached out and gently touched Song Yan’s pulse.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Zhu Fei, my young friend, there’s no need to check any further. I’m well aware of my own condition. Just now, in order to kill that Blood Demon, I forcibly used the Energy Depleting Skill, overdrawing some of my cultivation,"

Song Yan said with a smile and waved his hand, then continued, "Actually, it’s nothing serious. My cultivation may drop a little, but as long as I recuperate properly, it shouldn’t have too much of an impact on my body."

"Oh, the Energy Depleting Skill?"

Zhu Fei’s eyebrows raised slightly, and then a smile of understanding spread across his face.

He said to Song Yan, "Elder, forgive my bluntness, but you have had old injuries from the years past, and now you’ve further depleted your cultivation. I fear that this matter is likely not as simple as you describe."

Zhu Fei’s words caused a mild shock in Song Yan’s heart.

He looked at Zhu Fei with some suspicion, and then suddenly burst out into a hearty laugh.

"Zhu Fei, my young friend, truly, you are a master of Medical Skill. When I heard that you pulled Old Meng back from the ghost gate, I knew you were extraordinary."

"Furthermore, I have seen you produce an exceptional Body Refining prescription. I believe your accomplishments in this field are certainly far beyond mine."

As he spoke, Song Yan’s gaze towards Zhu Fei showed unabashed admiration.

"Now, just from a simple pulse check, you could tell about the old injuries I’ve accumulated over the years, I really must express my admiration for you, young friend Zhu Fei."

"Old Meng?"

Hearing what Song Yan had just said, Zhu Fei showed a hint of confusion and couldn’t help but ask, "Elder, the Old Meng you mentioned, could it be..."

"Hehe, that’s right, it’s the old man whom you saved back at our Chunqiu Pavilion."

Song Yan affirmed with a smile, and then said, "Not to hide from you, my young friend, that Old Meng is an old friend of many years. Since you saved him, I owe you a favor."

With that, Song Yan took a light breath as if the effort of speaking that much had been taxing.

"Elder, your qi is in disarray right now. How about I regulate it for you first and secure your cultivation before we continue talking?"

Zhu Fei supported Song Yan with one hand, while the other hand had already produced several silver needles.

Seeing the silver needles appear in Zhu Fei’s hand, Song Yan’s expression first flashed with surprise, then he gave a wry smile.

"Zhu Fei, my young friend, it’s not that I don’t trust your medical expertise, but my current condition really can’t be managed by ordinary methods."

"As for securing my current cultivation level..." Song Yan said, shaking his head, but he didn’t continue.

Clearly, he didn’t hold much hope for what Zhu Fei had proposed.

"Hehe, Elder, how will you know if you don’t give it a try? If you trust me now, I will begin with the needles. If you don’t wish to, then naturally, I won’t insist."

Seeing Zhu Fei say this, Song Yan couldn’t help but laugh and gesture towards him, saying jokingly:

"You, young man... Alright, alright, since you’ve put it that way, what excuse do I have not to accept? Also, you don’t have to address me as ’Elder’ anymore. If you don’t mind, you can simply call me Brother Song, or Boss Song."

"Alright, Brother Song, since that’s settled, I’ll get started."

Zhu Fei spoke, and his silver needles swiftly descended.

Accompanied by a stream of Wood Spirit Power, Zhu Fei, through the silver needles, quickly regulated Song Yan’s disordered qi with their growing energy.

In just a moment, Song Yan felt.

The qi force that had been rampaging inside his body was gradually becoming smooth under the administration of Zhu Fei’s silver needles and eventually returned directly through the meridians back to his Dantian.

Simply put, his current level of cultivation was preserved, and there would be no further decline.

Realizing this, Song Yan was overtaken by a wave of shock.

When Zhu Fei pulled all the needles out of his body.

Song Yan immediately turned his head, looking incredulously at Zhu Fei, and exclaimed, "Zhu Fei, my young friend, you... you’ve really preserved my cultivation!"

This time, Song Yan was truly astounded by Zhu Fei.

He couldn’t imagine how Zhu Fei could possess such remarkable medical skills. And considering his current age, he seemed to be no more than twenty years old.

What sect could have nurtured such an exceptional talent? What kind of sect could produce someone so skilled?

Song Yan immediately took a deep breath, his expression serious, "Zhu Fei, my young friend, I have taken note of the favor you’ve done for me today. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know. As long as it’s within my power, I will not hesitate."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Forgive my ignorance, but the technique you just used, I don’t seem to have seen it before. May I ask, to which sect does your master belong?"

Song Yan’s expression was very serious and respectful. After all, in his eyes, any sect capable of producing a talent like Zhu Fei must have an extraordinary foundation.

His demeanor was entirely out of respect for the strong and reverence for the unseen sect behind Zhu Fei.

However, what sect did Zhu Fei have?

Even if he had some fortuitous inheritance, it was unrelated to this world.

So when he heard Song Yan’s question, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head, saying:

"Brother Song, you might have misunderstood; I don’t have any sect."

After a brief pause, Zhu Fei added, "If it must be related to that type of thing, then Boss Song, you might consider me just a Loose Cultivator with some good fortune."

"Loose... Loose Cultivator...?"

Upon hearing Zhu Fei’s answer, even with Song Yan’s composure, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

However, he quickly regained his composure and said with a carefree laugh, "Well then, I was presumptuous. Since it’s your fortune, I shall not inquire further."

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Just then, behind them, came a burst of brisk footsteps.

Both turned around to look, only to see seven or eight police officers, weapons in hand, hastening over under Qiu Ruoxue’s lead.

As the group approached, Song Yan seemed to remember something and couldn’t help but pull on Zhu Fei’s arm, saying with a smile, "Let’s go. You’ve been out for a while, and Ruoxue must be getting anxious."