Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 391: The Promotion of Wang Miaomiao

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: The Promotion of Wang Miaomiao

Fang Bai passed on his cultivation methods and medical skills to Wang Miaomiao, which were considered the most common in the Cultivation World back in his time, but for Wang Miaomiao, they opened up an entirely new Martial Dao World and a realm of medicinal techniques, deeply captivating her at once.

After Fang Bai finished imparting what he wanted to teach Wang Miaomiao through his Divine Sense, he sat back on his original stone stool. Seeing that Wang Miaomiao was immersed in it, unable to extricate herself, he wore a slight smile on his face and did not disturb her.

The master leads the student to the door, but progress depends on the individual.

Fang Bai had taught all that he could, and whether Wang Miaomiao would be able to improve greatly in her cultivation level or make substantial progress in her medical skills—all of that was up to her now.

About half an hour later, Essence Energy around Wang Miaomiao fluctuated strangely, her aura surged, reaching a peak, before slowly settling down. In this rise and fall, her entire demeanor had undergone a great change.

"Reached high rank Yellow Level, not bad."

Fang Bai watched Wang Miaomiao with shining eyes, feeling quite content in his heart.

Wang Miaomiao had an average constitution, so the elixirs that Fang Bai had her consume were all of the lowest grade with mild medicinal power, to prevent her meridians from being damaged by a too potent medicinal impact.

Fang Bai did not have high expectations for Wang Miaomiao originally; performing the Marrow Cleansing for her and passing on a Cultivation Method were merely about giving her a chance.

He had thought that with his help, it would be good if Wang Miaomiao could improve by a small realm, but he had not expected her to rise two levels, advancing from low rank to high rank Yellow Level, which was somewhat beyond Fang Bai’s expectations.

In just half an hour, Wang Miaomiao achieved what other martial artists might need years to reach; such a speed was a miracle in the eyes of many.

Therefore, it can be said that for martial artists’ cultivation, talent is necessary, but so is opportunity. Without that chance, one may never achieve the realm they aspire to in their lifetime.

Having advanced in strength, Wang Miaomiao did not leave her cultivation state but continued to immerse herself in the marvelous medical techniques that Fang Bai had imparted to her.

Even though it was still the art of acupuncture and massage, what Fang Bai taught her was something she could never learn in the "Doctor Pavilion", some even completely overturned Wang Miaomiao’s understanding of medical techniques.

Suddenly, in various corners of the "Doctor Pavilion" estate, an electronic broadcast simultaneously echoed, informing the guests wandering around the mountaintop to attend the meeting in the conference center at nine o’clock sharp.

Wang Miaomiao was also awakened by the broadcast. When she opened her eyes, she felt the world in front of her was incredibly clear, and her senses were doubly keen, as she could even capture the faint Heaven and Earth Origin Energy moving around her.

"How is it, feels good, doesn’t it?"

Fang Bai looked at the pleasantly surprised Wang Miaomiao and asked with a chuckle.

"I will never forget the help Doctor Fang has given me," Miaomiao said.

Knowing that the changes in herself were all thanks to Fang Bai, Wang Miaomiao’s admiration and reverence for him were truly like the endless rolling river or the overflowing Yellow River, unable to be contained once unleashed.

She did not know how to thank Fang Bai enough, so she repeatedly gave him deep bows.

"Whether it is martial arts or medical skills, it’s like sailing against the current: advance or fall behind. The things I’ve passed on to you are just a bit of help. From here on, if you want to achieve greater improvements, you will need to ponder, comprehend, and diligently cultivate and study on your own," Fang Bai said seriously.

"Mm, Miaomiao will remember!"

Wang Miaomiao nodded vigorously, hesitated for a moment, and then said cautiously, "Doctor Fang, the ’World Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference’ is about to start, I’ll take you to the conference center."

"Good."

Fang Bai nodded and, guided by Wang Miaomiao, arrived at the mountain summit’s central area where a conference center capable of accommodating thousands of people was located.

Actually, Fang Bai had no interest in meetings, but since he had accepted the invitation from the "Doctor Pavilion" and had come here, he wouldn’t refuse to participate in the conferences he was supposed to attend, otherwise, it would appear somewhat unconventional and might give others the impression of being aloof and arrogant, as if he looked down on everyone.

After entering the conference center, Fang Bai, who held a golden invitation, was arranged to sit in one of the most prestigious seats in the front row center as one of the most honored guests of this year’s "World Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference."

Those qualified to sit in the front and center rows, besides the four renowned doctors of Huaxia and the Sect Leaders of the five great Ancient Medicine Sects, were several world-renowned medical experts and high-ranking political officials from Huaxia who had come to attend the conference.

The stalwarts of Huaxia’s Chinese medicine world, authoritative experts in the world medical community, and important political figures—when these people sat in the VIP area in the center of the front row, others found it natural and had no objections.

However, when Fang Bai took his seat there, it caused a stir in the conference center, drawing the attention of nearly a thousand people. Almost everyone was whispering to each other, murmuring in low voices as they speculated about the identity of this young man who had received such high regard from the "Doctor Pavilion."

Fang Bai sat in his seat with composure, oblivious to the strange looks and various disapprovals cast by the people around him.

While Fang Bai’s seat was excellent, an icy chill that pervaded his surroundings made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

And this chill came from the black-shirted man sitting next to Fang Bai.

The man in black was none other than the hooked-nose, thin-lipped fellow with a malicious gaze who had appeared earlier on the cliff.

In fact, the man in black had been suppressing his aura all along. The martial artists around him, whose cultivation realms were too low, had not sensed his aura and thus were not affected.

But Fang Bai’s sensitivity was extremely keen; the cold and chilly aura from the man in black inevitably affected him, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Moreover, mixed within the man in black’s aura were traces of evil qi and malevolence, clearly indicating that he had blood on his hands and that his cultivation techniques were not of a righteous and bright nature.

This made Fang Bai’s impression of him turn increasingly sour.

Fang Bai quietly released a thread of his essence energy, gently expelling the icy aura of the man in black from around him. Seeing that the conference had not officially commenced, he then sat there with closed eyes, cultivating in peace.

The seat the man in black now occupied was originally meant for Sikong Lieyang, the Sect Leader of the Ghost Doctor Sect. However, given the man in black’s special identity, Sikong Lieyang did not dare to offend him and had willingly given up his seat, opting to sit in the row behind instead.

Sikong Lieyang treated the man in black with utmost respect and was exceedingly cautious around him. Pavilion Master Wen Yu and others from the "Doctor Pavilion" observed this with even greater surprise.

If Fang Bai’s seating in the first row of the conference center had sparked controversy among the guests, then the man in black, who had taken the place of Sikong Lieyang, was equally the center of everyone’s attention.

In the eyes of the guests around, Fang Bai and the man in black shared one thing in common: both were very young, dressed casually, and out of step with the other guests. They did not exhibit the somberness expected of those attending a world-class conference.