Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 407: It’s as easy as flipping his hand to kill you!

Chapter 407: Chapter 407: It’s as easy as flipping his hand to kill you!

While Wang Miaomiao was busy at her end, Nangong Ming, likewise, carried out his concoction work methodically, and his speed was much faster than hers.

In the Hidden Sect World, the various sects and factions fought and competed against each other for their own interests, often resulting in casualties; therefore, disciples of the Hidden Sects always carried healing medicines on them.

Especially for a Hidden Ancient Medicine Sect like "Ghost Doctor Valley," its disciples were all capable of gathering materials from their surroundings and concocting various healing medicines as easily as if it were a common household task.

The medical skills Wang Miaomiao had learned before were very basic, only capable of treating minor ailments like colds and fevers, and she knew nothing about how to treat burn injuries. Although in the last two days under Fang Bai’s guidance, she had touched upon treatments for various ailments, it still felt like a last-minute preparation for battle.

However, Wang Miaomiao firmly believed that as long as she followed Fang Bai’s instructions carefully in preparing the ointment, even if it were a last-minute effort, she could achieve both speed and precision, advancing smoothly to the next round.

"The medicinal ingredients Nangong Ming is using to concoct burn healing medicines are all low-grade Spiritual Medicines with over two hundred years of medicinal age. I wonder if these Spiritual Medicines belong to the ’Ghost Doctor Sect’ or if Nangong Ming brought them from the Hidden Sect..."

Fang Bai looked at the Spiritual Medicines displayed before Nangong Ming, considering whether he should find the time to plunder the lair of the "Ghost Doctor Sect" and also rob Nangong Ming to see if he could get some good items.

Back in the day, as the Immortal Emperor, Fang Bai had dominated the nine domains of the Immortal Realm, using Cultivation Resources that were of Imperial Grade and Immortal Grade. He had shown disdain for any Cultivation Resources of a lower grade.

But now, having reincarnated and starting from scratch, even the lowest-grade Cultivation Resources were indispensable treasures to him.

Moreover, the Cultivation Technique Fang Bai practiced was extraordinary, and each time he advanced a rank, he needed several times or even tens of times more Cultivation Resources than a regular Martial Artist for assistance.

The stronger his abilities became in the future, the more astonishing the amount of Cultivation Resources he would need for advancing.

On the presiding stage, five disciples from the Ancient Medicine Sect worked nervously yet orderly, distributing the medicinal ingredients in front of them according to certain proportions, then weighing, chopping, and finally placing them into the cauldrons to simmer the ointment.

Before long, various scents of medicine began to permeate from the cauldrons, some rich and some refreshing.

The medicinal ingredients used by the five Ancient Medicine Sect disciples were mostly Spiritual Medicines with a medicinae age of over a hundred years, each containing strands of Essence Energy, making one feel refreshed and invigorated upon smelling them.

The dozen or so Spiritual Medicines used by Wang Miaomiao, although slightly inferior in medicinae age compared to Nangong Ming’s, resulted in an ointment under Fang Bai’s secret guidance that was superior in treating burns.

Of course, only Fang Bai knew this fact; even Wang Miaomiao could not imagine the effectiveness of the treatment, she simply believed that following Fang Bai’s instructions would keep her from being eliminated.

After the ointment was ready, it was set aside, and the five disciples from the Ancient Medicine Sect began acupuncture for the patients to stimulate the meridians and blood vessels of the burned areas before gently applying the ointment to the wounds and carefully wrapping them.

With all this completed, today’s medical skill exchange session also temporarily came to an end. Next, everyone would wait until this time tomorrow to unwrap the bandages off the five patients’ burn wounds to check the recovery.

To prevent any cheating during this period, the five burn patients would be arranged to stay together, guarded by ten highly respected judges.

Thousands of guests stood up and dispersed, and the five contestants on the chairmanship stage returned to their respective Medicine Sects.

Nangong Ming returned to the "Ghost Doctor Sect" with a gloomy face and exchanged a look with the Sect Leader, Sikong Lieyang; both of their expressions were somewhat grave.

"Brother Nangong, that woman from the ’Doctor Pavilion Sect’ called Wang Miaomiao is not simple! Might there be any surprises in our contest for first place?"

After returning to their lodging, Sikong Lieyang had a disciple offer Nangong Ming a cup of tea and asked cautiously.

"That woman... she has guidance from a master!"

Nangong Ming sat in the chair, frowning as he spoke.

"Is Brother Nangong talking about Fang Bai?"

Many guests knew about Fang Bai advising Wang Miaomiao before the medical skill competition; of course, Sikong Lieyang had heard about it, too. However, like most of the guests, he did not take the matter to heart until Wang Miaomiao’s stunning performance today made them realize Fang Bai’s remarkable abilities.

"I suspect that Fang Bai might also have a Hidden Sect background!"

Nangong Ming said slowly.

"That can’t be?"

Sikong Lieyang’s expression changed slightly.

From the information he knew, Fang Bai had grown up among ordinary folk, coming from a very common family background. It was said he had suddenly risen to prominence in recent years after receiving guidance from a mysterious master. The likelihood of him being a Hidden Sect disciple was slim.

Could it be that the mysterious master who taught Fang Bai medicine and martial arts was a master from the Hidden Sect?

Nangong Ming glanced at Sikong Lieyang, his face expressionless as he said, "Can you discern Fang Bai’s true strength?"

"He... isn’t he a Profound Level junior rank Martial Artist?"

As Sikong Lieyang spoke, he noticed the mocking look on Nangong Ming’s face and exclaimed in shock, "Could it be... could it be that he is concealing his true strength?"

Nangong Ming did not answer directly but smiled wryly and said, "It would be as easy as flipping his hand for him to kill you!"

Sikong Lieyang was currently a Profound Level mid-rank Martial Artist. For Fang Bai to kill him with ease, he must be at least a Profound Level high-rank Martial Artist.

And a twenty-something Profound Level high-rank Martial Artist was considered a prodigy even in the Hidden Sect. How could such a talent possibly be nurtured in the Secular Ancient Martial World?

The thought of Fang Bai possibly having a Hidden Sect background made Sikong Lieyang break into a cold sweat, feeling a sudden chill across his back.

The remarkable performance of Wang Miaomiao in the medical skill competition had prompted Sikong Lieyang, just like Nangong Ming, to develop an assassination intent towards her, aiming to eliminate this major obstacle on the "Ghost Doctor Sect’s" path to victory.

If Wang Miaomiao were indeed taken out by the "Ghost Doctor Sect," and Fang Bai found out, he would likely intervene. The situation could then become very difficult to manage.

Although the "Ghost Doctor Sect" had the "Ghost Doctor Valley" as a supporting Hidden Sect, Sikong Lieyang was well aware that "Ghost Doctor Valley" prioritized its interests above all. Unless motivated by significant benefits, they would not likely clash with a Hidden Sect backing Fang Bai over a minor secular sect like the "Ghost Doctor Sect."

"If Fang Bai really is a Hidden Sect disciple, what should we do? If Wang Miaomiao wins first place, all my efforts will have been in vain!"

Sikong Lieyang, who had been full of ambition, was now feeling somewhat disheartened.

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