I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1692 - 131: Utmost Evil

Chapter 1692: Chapter 131: Utmost Evil

Barking dogs seldom bite; without Fu Baibu’s request, Fu Yuanzhi would have surely been content with his lot, his eyes fixated on his small plot of land in Apricot Yellow City, impervious to the outer world’s alluring tales.

But should Fu Baibu make a request, this well-praised eldest son of the Fu Family would not hesitate to risk his own life.

If one can forsake their own life for the sake of others’ requests, then the lives of others are deemed worthless in their eyes.

In the art of healing, the concept of Yin and Yang changes is extremely significant. Is it better to use a strong dose or a light dose of medicine?

Tailor the treatment to the individual, the illness, and the situation.

While using the proper dosage of medicine for an illness sounds like a trivial truth, it is the skill a healer dedicates a lifetime to master.

Once, a sage physician said that illness is like an uninvited guest shedding its skin, intending to settle in the room; however, the rightful owner of the abode would surely resist, and when neither yields, the body becomes a battlefield, giving rise to external symptoms.

The so-called cure of an illness is to settle the dispute between the homeowner and the unwanted guest, either by mediating between them or by helping one side to overpower the other.

But if one merely pretends peace, treating the head when the head aches, the foot when the foot hurts, using medicines only to eradicate superficial symptoms without addressing the crucial internal strife, then when the conflict eventually erupts, it engulfs both sides in a fight to the death.

At that point, one must resort to drastic measures, to demand life from impermanence, and even if one emerges victorious by chance, it leaves the house collapsed and the foundation deeply damaged.

Over the years, from afar in the Divine Sect, Fu Baibu kept summarizing medical theories and sending letters to Apricot Yellow City. Albeit mere scraps from a sect’s corner, to the common world, they were indeed miraculous divine practices.

The Fu siblings stood in the pharmacy, handling the small scales as they reopened the packages of epidemic relief herbs, carefully picking out the quantities of a few critical medicinal ingredients with copper tweezers.

Perhaps still influenced by the lingering alcohol, Fu Dongqing’s right hand holding the tweezers shook terribly, making the simple task of picking herbs a clumsy repeated endeavor.

"Let your elder brother handle the herbs; you just repackage them," suggested Fu Yuanzhi to his younger brother, who was still struggling with the first package. He calmly took the copper tweezers from his hand and patted his arm, adding, "Wipe off the sweat so it doesn’t drip on the medicine bags."

Fu Dongqing, with a wooden expression, handed over the tweezers and stepped aside, inadvertently causing the sweat beads hanging from his forehead to drop, large drops piercing his eyes through the scarce lashes.

The man grunted and covered his eyes, tears mixed with sweat cascading down uncontrollably and trickling into his mouth, tasting both salty and bitter.

He felt he should say something; perhaps it was because of the widow’s eyes, as gentle as water, or maybe it was the eggs the villagers insisted on pressing into his hands each time he delivered medicine, but more likely, it was those children who would always crouch at the village entrance, watching him with eyes full of longing.

They saw him as a role model, aspiring to be someone like him...

Someone like himself?

His fingers rubbed his eyes, but the stinging didn’t subside. Harboring discomfort, Fu Dongqing, covering his face, pleaded, "We could think of another way."

"There’s not enough time."

Fu Yuanzhi bent over, pinching the small scale in one hand, and unceasingly picked and placed the medicinal herbs into the tray with the other, his precision unnerving.

"But that’s Octagon Village!"

Fu Dongqing suddenly became agitated, dropping his hands to reveal bloodshot eyes. "Have you forgotten everything?"

The man with his back to Fu Dongqing seemed to freeze momentarily, stiff for a couple of breaths before thawing peacefully.

Continuing his work, he said distantly, "Life is what we saved; to take it back now is only fair."

Fu Dongqing felt a cold numbness wash over him, looking numbly at his busy elder brother’s back, hardly daring to acknowledge him.

Time seemed to blur until Fu Yuanzhi finally put down the small scale, stood up to stretch his back, and deftly folded and sealed the medicine bags.

A formula to suppress chicken plague, needing only a change in the quantity of twenty-some herbs, could be tweaked to suppress and restrain, rather than completely obliterate, the unwelcome guest.

The common village doctor only thought the old officials in Apricot Yellow City were being conservative in their use of medicine, how could they detect the undercurrents? By the time the resentful evil guests made their return, already aware of the epidemic medicine methods, it would be too late to solve the problem by simply increasing the dosage.

"Send these medicines to Octagon Village."

When Fu Dongqing came to his senses, his elder brother’s figure had long disappeared from the room, leaving only several dozen neatly arranged paper packages on the medicine counter.

Powerful enemies are not frightening, it’s the short dagger stabbed from one’s side that truly wounds.

So-called trust, is handing over the right to harm oneself.

The greater the trust, the greater the damage the betrayal causes.

When Fu Dongqing brought the medicinal herbs to Octagon Village, the village doctor didn’t even bother to ask about the medicine shop or to check the contents of the packages; he distributed them like treasures to every household as soon as he got them.

Facing the enthusiasm of the villagers, Fu Dongqing excused himself saying he had urgent matters to attend to, and left without looking back.

In the village, people joked that the pretty widow had lost favor and had been scolded by a feisty woman in return.

"Let him rest for two days."

There was laughter and teasing, after all, for the villagers of Octagon Village, the Fu Family’s medicinal herbs arrived just in time. As long as it could help the village survive the spreading chicken plague, the coming year would be good.

As for Fu Dongqing’s slight panic and regret, who would notice?

...

"So it is said, Medicine God Sect is the utter evil of the Undying World!"

"These noble families wave the banner of Medicine God Sect to commit injustices, simply because they have the backing of Medicine God Sect, so neither the fortress nor the government officials intervene."

"Today, this old man shall act righteous to overcome calamity, letting these scumbags know, the Heavenly Dao’s net is vast, loose yet letting nothing through!"

"If Heavenly Dao turns a blind eye and fails to see, then this old man shall deliver the punishment!"

"Who dares to join this old man in this endeavor!"

Outside Danggui City, dozens of knife-wielding men listened to the malevolent man who had called them together, their faces drained of color.

Yes, they are desperados with nowhere to live, dealing in trades that lick blood from the knife’s edge.

But damned, within these three thousand miles of the Undying World, dare to extend the trade of killing to Medicine God Sect, even if it’s just a branch family, that’s not conducting business, that’s seeking death!

The dozens of people quietly retreated, a movement that couldn’t be missed at all.

Yet the malevolent man standing on the boulder seemed to see nothing of it, rolling up his sleeves and speaking more vigorously.

And as a number of knife-wielders walked away, what remained were truly those with deep-seated vendettas against the noble families.

"Only the three of you left, huh? Well, quality over quantity in our soldiers!"

The malevolent man lazily slumped onto the rock, one foot on top, and said indifferently, "Tell me, which family do you want to start with?"

"First, go to the Hua Family!"

The man with a face full of scars said coldly, "As long as you kill Hua Shechuang, my life is yours!"

"Is it that same Hua Family that can turn a minor illness into a serious one, and a serious illness into a terminal disease?"

The malevolent man cocked his head, smiling, "Fine, we’ll go to the Hua Family tonight!"