Urban Peerless Expert
Chapter 1615 - 1635 - Able People Dislike Being in Debt_1

Chapter 1615: Chapter 1635 - Able People Dislike Being in Debt_1

Fang Wubing scrutinized it carefully, then passed it to a red-robed maid next to him.

The red-robed maid held the paper, glanced at it, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Lin Chen gave it a glance and didn’t mind, if elixir prescriptions were that easy to figure out, they wouldn’t need people to teach them.

Forget about figuring out the correct dosage of the pill prescription, even if you gave the other party the correct prescription, without the pill-refining techniques from the Primitive Alchemy Scripture, refining medicinal pills would only result in failure.

Fang Wubing explained, "Don’t take offense, Brother Lin. This is Zhulan, she’s good at pill refining. The pills I usually consume are mostly overseen by her."

Lin Chen said with a laugh, "It seems that the maids around you are not only incredibly attractive but also have their own unique skills."

Fang Wubing laughed, "Yes, Autumn Tea is skilled in medical skills, adept at making tea and brewing tea. Xiari is good at pill refining, Chunhe excels at cooking, Dongmei is good at socializing, and Bailan, Qingyuan, Jujian, and Zhudao are all adept at the four arts of the qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Then there’s Cold Aunt, who is in charge of leading us to escape when we encounter trouble..."

Lin Chen complimented with a smile, "Your life is truly enjoyable, Young Master Fang, truly deserving of being a young master of one of the ten wealthy families in the Immortal Realm!"

Fang Wubing laughed lightly, "Don’t mock me, Brother Lin. Although they are handmaids, I treat them like family. They have been with me since my childhood. If they offended in any way, Brother Lin, I hope you won’t hold it against them for my sake."

Lin Chen said with a laugh, "That’s a bit excessive."

Fang Wubing picked up the teacup, "My health isn’t good, so I always abstain from alcohol. I can only quench my thirst with some tea. Today, Brother Lin diagnosed my condition and pointed out my path. I will toast you with tea instead of wine."

Lin Chen raised his cup, "It’s merely a small gesture, don’t think too much about it."

With the matter of treating the illness, the two men became more casual in their conversation, chatting about things near and far.

Lin Chen chose to listen more than talk, yet the atmosphere wasn’t awkward at all.

Lin Chen didn’t inquire about Fang Wubing’s specific identity within the sect, and Fang Wubing also didn’t delve into Lin Chen’s background, both maintaining their politeness.

After drinking tea, the two of them became quite familiar with each other.

Fang Wubing returned to his room, and the handmaid Xiari followed him in, helping Fang Wubing to tidy up the bed.

"Young Master, do you believe that the Phoenix Vermillion Blood Pill can cure you?" she asked.

Fang Wubing smiled faintly, "Why don’t we give it a try and see?"

Xiari worriedly said, "I’m still a bit skeptical."

After a pause, Xiari added, "Of course I hope that Young Master can recover. However, I feel that there’s something cryptic about what he says. I’m worried that after finding out your identity, he wants to use you to get Phoenix Blood."

Fang Wubing said with a laugh, "Are you worried that after we gather the medicinal herbs for him, he will claim the refining failed, and then swallow all the herbs himself?"

Xiari nodded, "I do have such a worry. After all, we’ve never heard of the Phoenix Vermillion Blood Pill. Calling it an exotic elixir makes me somewhat distrustful."

Fang Wubing shook his head, "He’s not that kind of person."

Xiari asked curiously, "Why do you say that, Young Master? You’ve only just met."

Fang Wubing smiled, "Eyes, the eyes of people cannot lie... How would ordinary people react after knowing about my status?"

Xiari replied, "They would probably be very enthusiastic?"

Fang Wubing reached out and pulled out a handkerchief, covering his mouth, and lightly coughed a few times. His face turned even paler.

Xiari walked over worriedly and supported Fang Wubing, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Fang Wubing shook his head, sighed, "This broken body is indeed troublesome. His description is quite accurate, a water jar with leaks. If there weren’t any leaks, how could I, the Son of the Multi-Treasure Dao Sect, fail to breakthrough to the Golden Immortal stage?"

Xiari helped Fang Wubing sit down by the side of the bed. Fang Wubing ordered, "Once the flying boat reaches the next city, find someone to deliver a message to my father. Attach this prescription and ask my father to obtain Phoenix Blood. Once all the medicinal herbs are collected, send them to the North Profound Sect."

Xiari agreed, but couldn’t help asking again, "Young Master, do you really believe him?"

Fang Wubing laughed, "Just as I said, a person’s eyes cannot lie. Ordinary people, upon knowing that I’m from the Multi-Treasure Dao Sect and seeing all my grandeur, would definitely want to know more about my identity and then enthusiastically make friends with me. But he didn’t."

"Why didn’t he ask? On one hand, maybe he doesn’t care what my identity is. To him, it doesn’t matter. On the other hand, by him not asking about me, he was also hoping that I wouldn’t ask about him."

Xiari frowned, "Why?"

Fang Wubing sighed, "You girls, mostly spent time on the mountainside, you know so little about human nature. Dongmei definitely won’t ask why."

"The White Crane Immortal Sect has produced a genius like Su Shaoling, who shone brightly for a time, but that glory mostly belonged to Su Shaoling alone, apart from him, the White Crane Immortal Sect is insignificant."

"Lin Chen treated me like a stranger, polite but keeping a distance, showing that he is wary of me in his heart. In fact, he originally did not want to have anything to do with me."

"People like this tend to be talented, powerful and confident. They’re not willing to curry favor with anyone..."

Xiari muttered, "Then why did he offer to treat you?"

Fang Wubing laughed lightly, "Because I invited him for tea, those who are capable hate to be indebted to others..."