Chapter Thirty-Three: Seeking Medical Attention from Hu Qingniu

  Chang Yun Chun stopped in his tracks when he heard Song Qing Shu say that, and didn't mention leaving again. In fact, he also knew that there were too many people in the Ming Cult, and it was said that "a big forest has all kinds of birds", with many people doing things without regard for methods, ruining the reputation of the Ming Cult, but they couldn't be bothered to explain themselves, so the Ming Cult's reputation on the Jianghu became even more notorious.

  At this moment, Zhang Wuji suddenly trembled all over and his face turned pale purple.

  "Not good, the cold poison is acting up again." Zhang Sanfeng was startled, and with a flash of his body, he appeared behind Zhang Wuji. One hand supported Zhang Wuji, while the other hand was pressed against his back, as pure yang true energy flowed continuously into Zhang Wuji's body.

  Half a time later, Zhang Sanfeng finally withdrew his hand and carried Zhang Wuji into the inner room bed, then returned to the outer hall.

  Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's tightly knitted eyebrows, Song Qing knew what was going on, but still asked, "Master Taishi, Wu Jue's cold poison hasn't been cured yet?"

  Zhang Sanfeng's heart sank, and he raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears that had flowed from the corners of his eyes. Zhang Sanfeng said, "The poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm is not so easily resolved? Without the Jiuyang True Classic, I'm afraid..."

  Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said, "This time I went down the mountain, I originally wanted to go to Shaolin Emei to exchange Jiu Yang Gong, but they closed their doors and refused to exchange. Wuji also didn't have much... This makes it difficult for me to report back to Cuishan!"

  Song Qingxue knew that Zhang Wuji couldn't possibly die like this, but seeing Zhang Sanfeng's gloomy and sorrowful expression also made her heart feel dim. She wanted to remind him of something, but didn't know where to start.

  Zhou Zhiruo said: "Ah. But Little Master Shifu looks fine, why say there's not much time left?" Zhang Sanfeng sighed and did not answer.

  Chang Chun said: "Zhang Zhenren, your old self has made great contributions to the creation of the universe, and your divine powers are vast. This young brother may have been poisoned severely, but I suppose he can still be saved?"

  Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said, "Indeed it is!" However, his left hand, which was stretched out under Zhang Wuji's body, lightly shook twice, meaning that he himself was also helpless, but didn't want him to know.

  Chang Chun saw him waving his hand and was startled, unable to believe that Zhang Sanfeng's formidable skills couldn't solve the problem. After some thought, he said: "I'm actually on my way to visit a senior fellow of our sect, who happens to be a divine doctor; why don't you come along with this young brother?"

  Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "The cold poison has entered his internal organs, it's not something that ordinary medicine can cure, only... only slowly dissolve." He thought to himself, even with my hundred years of cultivation, I couldn't dissolve it, how could an ordinary divine doctor do so.

  Chang Chun-qiu said, "But that divine doctor really has the ability to bring people back from the dead." Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback, and suddenly thought of someone, asking, "Are you referring to 'Hu Die's Medical Immortal'?"

  Chang Chun often met Zhang Sanfeng and unexpectedly knew Hu Qingniu, excitedly saying: "It's really him, it turns out that the old Taoist priest also knows my Master Hu's reputation."

  Zhang Sanfeng was half delighted and half worried, hesitating: "The delight is that he had long heard that the 'Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal' Hu Qingniu's medical skills were extremely high, with the ability to revive the dead. If Zhang Wuji could be treated by him, it would add another hope. The worry was that this person was a member of the demonic sect, and was despised by the martial arts community. Moreover, his temper was extremely eccentric, and he would only treat illnesses for members of the demonic sect with all his might, without charging a single penny. As for outsiders who sought his help, even if they piled up millions of gold in front of him, he wouldn't bother to give them a glance. Therefore, he also had another nickname 'See death but not rescue'. If Wuji were to enter the demonic sect, it would be better to let him die from poisoning than to allow him to fall into the demonic sect."

  He often met with Zhang and saw him frowning, understanding his intentions. He said: "Zhang Zhenren, although Hu Shibo has never treated outsiders before, first of all, Zhang Zhenren saved me, a great kindness; secondly, this young brother is the grandson of Bai Mei Ying Wang, which can be considered as someone from our Ming Cult. I think Hu Shibo should make an exception this time. If he really doesn't want to help, I won't let him off."

  Zhang Sanfeng said: "This Mr. Hu's medical skills are like a god, I've heard of it before, but the cold poison on Wuji's body is not ordinary..."

  Chang Yun-chun said loudly, "This little brother is beyond cure, at most he won't recover. Whether left or right, it's all the same, what's there to worry about?" He was extremely straightforward and spoke his mind without hesitation.

  Zhang Sanfeng was shocked by the six words "either way is death", and thought to himself: "Although this man's words are unpleasant, they make sense. With his current condition, Wuji won't live for more than a month. I have no choice but to try anything." He had always been honest with others, and people trusted him. Chang Yuchun was obviously a righteous man, but Zhang Wuji was the only flesh and blood of his beloved disciple. To put him in the hands of a demonic cult disciple notorious for being sinister and evil made him extremely uneasy, and he couldn't make up his mind for the time being.

  Song Qingchu watched from the side, knowing Zhang Sanfeng's concerns, and said, "Why not let the disciples follow Da Ge to send Wu Chou to Butterfly Valley together?"

  Hu Shi Bo waved his hand and said, "No need to, Zhang Zhenren doesn't want to see me, I understand that. Since the orthodox and evil paths don't coexist, how can Zhang Zhenren, the current great master of the Orthodox School, go to seek out an evil demon like me? My temper is eccentric, if I were to meet Zhang Zhenren, it's possible we'd both be embarrassed and things would become awkward. If Zhang Zhenren trusts me, then this Zhang brother will have to follow me."

  "After some thought, he sneered at himself, 'I suppose Zhang Zhenren doesn't trust me, a demonic cult member. Fine, I'll send Brother Zhang to Hu Shi Bo and ask him to slowly treat his injuries. Then I'll come down the mountain and serve as collateral. If anything happens to Brother Zhang, Zhang Zhenren can just kill me with one palm strike.'"

  Zhang Sanfeng was speechless and lost his smile, thinking that if he had a difference with Wuji, killing him would be of no use. If Wuji didn't come to Wudang Mountain, where else could he go to find him? But at the moment, Wuji's poison had entered his heart, and it was truly "either way is death". At the critical moment of life and death, one must make a decisive decision, so he said: "In that case, I'll entrust you with this matter. However, let's make one thing clear beforehand, Mr. Hu cannot force Wuji to join our sect, and my Wudang Sect will not owe him any favors." He knew that the people of the demonic sect were cunning and secretive in their actions, and if they got entangled, it would be difficult to shake them off, and there would be countless future troubles. Zhang Cuishan's near-death experience was a vivid example.

  Chang Chun said with a smile: "Zhang Zhenren looks down on us Ming Cult people too much. Everything will be done according to your instructions."

  Zhang Sanfeng said, "You take good care of Wuji for me. If the yin toxin in his body can be completely eliminated, please come to Wudang Mountain with him. You don't have to come first as a guarantee."

  Chang Hen said: "A petty man must exert his utmost efforts."

  The next day, Zhang Sanfeng took Song Qingyu and Zhou Zhiruo with him to bid farewell to Zhang Wuji and Chang Yuchun. Zhang Wuji had always regarded Zhang Sanfeng as his own grandfather, and now seeing him leave suddenly, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Zhang Sanfeng said warmly: "Wuji, after you recover from your illness, Big Brother Chang will take you back to Wudang Mountain. Good boy, don't be sad about parting for a few months." Zhang Wuji's hands and feet were numb, and his tears continued to flow down.