Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 605: Betraying One’s Master and Ancestors

Chapter 605: Chapter 605: Betraying One’s Master and Ancestors

While Mu Weiwei floored the supercar, rushing to the residence of Painting Immortal, at the courtyard where Painting Immortal lived,

A fifty-year-old Martial Artist stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his profound eyes filled with a shock.

"How could there be a place in the Secular World where the Spiritual Energy is so dense?"

The Martial Artist murmured to himself, suddenly remembering something, and exclaimed in surprise, "This is a Spirit Gathering Array! It can continuously draw in Spiritual Energy from within a hundred miles radius."

Greed flashed through his eyes as he muttered to himself, "Indeed, the teacher has left the best things to that bitch."

As soon as his voice fell, he stepped forward, and in the next second, he was already inside the courtyard.

"Han Feng!"

Painting Immortal, who was busying herself in the courtyard, saw the suddenly appearing Martial Artist, her complexion drastically changed, and fear could be seen in her pupils.

"My dear senior sister, you really are not honest at all. The teacher obviously left the best things to you, yet you lied to me, saying there were none."

Han Feng’s eyes, sharp as an eagle’s, were filled with cold light. As he moved closer to Painting Immortal, he said, "Just hand over the Danqing Notes, and I can assure you, I will never disturb you again in this lifetime."

"Don’t you even dare tell me you don’t have it. I know the teacher’s Danqing Notes must be in your hands."

"If you don’t hand over the Danqing Notes today, then don’t blame me for not being courteous to you. Last time, I only injured your hands, although you can no longer paint, you can still continue to plant flowers and plants."

"Otherwise, I’m afraid you might not even get the chance to plant flowers anymore."

His words were filled with threats, Painting Immortal’s eyes burning with anger, she stared fiercely at Han Feng and said, "Even if you kill me, you won’t get the Danqing Notes!"

"Hmph!"

Han Feng said coldly, "Since you won’t eat the toast, you’ll have to drink the forfeiture. In that case, let me give you an appetizer to taste first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and two falling leaves from a nearby tree shot towards Painting Immortal’s hands like two sharp arrows.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

The two falling leaves instantly pierced through both of Painting Immortal’s palms.

"Ahhh~"

Painting Immortal let out a piercing scream, her face full of rage, enduring the pain of the leaves piercing through her palms, and glaring at Han Feng fiercely, she said, "If you have the guts, just kill me!"

Her eyes were full of hatred.

She loved painting and had devoted a lot to it. Yet a year ago, her hands were injured by Han Feng and since then, she had been unable to hold a brush to paint again.

It had been with great difficulty that her hands had recovered enough to allow for some minor movement, and now they had been pierced again by two leaves by Han Feng.

Han Feng was pushing her into a corner.

"To many people, death is the most terrifying thing, but I know, to an art fanatic like you, being unable to paint is the most terrifying."

Han Feng sneered and continued, "So why would I kill you? My dear senior sister, I advise you to hand over the Danqing Notes to me."

"Your hands have only been pierced by two leaves. If treated promptly, there is still hope for recovery; otherwise, these hands might truly become useless."

"You enjoy painting so much that even if you couldn’t paint anymore, you could still achieve new creations by planting colorful flowers and plants. But if your hands are ruined, then you really would lose all of that."

"Senior sister, I’m giving you one last chance. Do you really not intend to hand over the Danqing Notes?"

Han Feng seemed not at all worried that his actions would backfire, totally confident as if he had Painting Immortal right where he wanted.

However, he had miscalculated. When he uttered those threatening words, there was not a hint of fear in Painting Immortal’s eyes, just a chilling gaze fixated on Han Feng.

"Hmm?"

When Han Feng failed to see any fear in Painting Immortal’s eyes, he was instantly bewildered.

A year ago, when he approached Painting Immortal with threats to cripple her hands, her eyes were filled with fear, and she even knelt before him begging.

Yet despite her fear, Painting Immortal did not hand over the Danqing Notes, only telling him that her teacher had not passed them to her.

He had believed her then.

Throughout this past year, he continuously searched for the Danqing Notes to no avail, and after eliminating various possibilities, he realized that the most likely scenario was that Painting Immortal had them. That’s why he came to her again.

He originally thought that, like a year before, she would kneel and beg for mercy under his threat, but she did not.

"You lowlife, did you pass the Danqing Notes on to someone?"

Suddenly, Han Feng had a thought, and in almost an instant, he was in front of Painting Immortal, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her entire body.

Han Feng was very smart and quickly guessed the truth.

In his mind, Painting Immortal’s hands were already ruined, and she would never be able to paint again, so naturally, she would choose to pass the Danqing Notes on to her disciple.

Otherwise, why wouldn’t Painting Immortal show any fear when threatened by him?

Hearing his words, Painting Immortal’s heart immediately plunged into chaos. If Han Feng found out that she had passed the Danqing Notes to Mu Weiwei, he would never let Mu Weiwei go.

The reason she had chosen to pass the Danqing Notes to Mu Weiwei was in fact because of Qin Chuan, whom she saw performing Lotus in Every Step, which clearly showed his strength on the Martial Path.

But in her view, even if Qin Chuan was strong, he was no match for Han Feng.

She passed the Danqing Notes to Mu Weiwei because of Qin Chuan, but it was really because she valued Qin Chuan’s future. Given enough time, Qin Chuan could certainly surpass Han Feng.

What she hadn’t anticipated was that Han Feng would return so soon to confront her, and what’s more, he had guessed that she passed on the Danqing Notes to someone else.

"Indeed!"

Han Feng saw the panic and worry in Painting Immortal’s eyes, confirming his guess. Grinding his teeth, he said: "You lowlife, what right do you have to pass the Danqing Notes to someone else?"

"I’m also a disciple of our teacher. Even if you don’t want the Danqing Notes, there’s still me to inherit them. What gives you the right to pass them on to someone else without permission?"

"Let me guess who you might have given the Danqing Notes to. This person must be very close to you, and also, she must have strong talent in Danqing."

"My dear senior sister, if you’re smart, you’d better contact her and have her send the Danqing Notes over. Otherwise, you know what will happen."

After speaking, he flung her aside, and Painting Immortal’s body crashed into a cluster of flowers.

Struggling to her feet out of the flowers, Painting Immortal’s heart was filled with turmoil. She did not want to hand over the Danqing Notes to Han Feng, but if she didn’t, it would be easy for Han Feng to trace them back to Mu Weiwei.

At that time, Han Feng would still obtain the Danqing Notes, and moreover, Mu Weiwei would get dragged into this mess.

Yet for her to hand over the Danqing Notes to Han Feng, she truly could not do it—because her teacher was killed by that beast, Han Feng.