Reborn Medicine King

The cultivator was taken aback by these words, clearly surprised by the identity of the person in question.    

The young sect leader slapped his forehead in frustration. "You don't even recognize Wan Chengfeng? Don't call yourself a cultivator anymore."    

With that, he turned on his heel and left, clearly upset.    

The cultivator was left standing there, stunned at the mention of Wan Chengfeng's name. How could he not know who Wan Chengfeng was? He was the top genius of their generation, a Juvenile Sovereign, with countless titles to his name. He was a top talent on the Star Sea List, his aptitude so high that he would stand out even in the higher realms. But he had disappeared for so long—why was he here now? And his level was the same as his own, something unimaginable back then.    

Gathering his thoughts, he quickly chased after the young sect leader.    

"If that was Wan Chengfeng, then who was that young guy with him? Why is he hanging out with Wan Chengfeng? Wasn't he known for being a lone wolf, never associating with anyone?"    

"You're asking me? How should I know! If you're curious, investigate it yourself. I can't afford to offend Wan Chengfeng, but do I have to tolerate every random kid that pops up?"    

After he finished speaking, the monk continued, "I'll go gather some information now. Young Master, you should head back and get some rest."    

Wan Chengfeng found a medicine bottle, carefully placed a pill inside, and then put it away with great care, showing just how much he valued it.    

"Wan, why do you stay in the city and not return to the Valley?"    

Wan Chengfeng shook his head. "I won't go back until I've made a breakthrough. I had almost given up, but you brought me a glimmer of hope."    

"The Valley put in so much effort to bring you back; they don't care about your current level."    

"It's just that I can't accept myself as I am."    

Jiang Fann was genuinely happy to see Wan Chengfeng. They got along well, and Jiang Fann saw him as a spirited hero. Seeing him like this, Jiang Fann wanted to offer some encouragement and help if he could.    

With the pill in hand, Wan Chengfeng seemed more spirited and had a great conversation with Jiang Fann. When he learned Jiang Fann would be leaving in a few days, he directly asked about his destination.    

"Do you already have your next target? A secret realm or a dangerous place? I don't have much going on lately. How about I tag along?"    

Jiang Fann replied, "If you want to join, you're welcome to. But we need to wait for Fang Xiang from the Heaven Pavilion. He's gathering some leads over the next few days. I'm here to make some noise because someone has their sights set on me, and I want them to know I'm in the city."    

Hearing what Jiang Fann said piqued Wan Chengfeng's interest.    

"Who's giving you trouble? Could it be that little punk from earlier? He didn't seem like much. You could handle him easily."    

"That was just a passerby. I didn't even pay him any mind. A while back, at the auction in the capital, I..."    

Jiang Fann recounted to Wan Chengfeng the details of the day he and Fang Xiang bid on the immortal gold.    

After listening, Wan Chengfeng burst into laughter.    

"If I were that guy, I'd hate you too. But immortal gold is a rare treasure. If he wants it, he's got to pay up. I have to say, you handled it brilliantly."    

Jiang Fann replied, "That guy is the second prince of the Sui Dynasty, so I want him to know I'm here."    

"The second prince of the Sui Dynasty? You really aren't afraid of anyone, are you? But knowing his identity, instead of avoiding him, you're letting him know where you are? Isn't that just asking for trouble?"    

"I figure we'll be searching for secret realms soon, so we won't be out in the open much. Why not give him something to keep him busy?"    

Wan Chengfeng chuckled, "You really are someone not to be messed with, or else you'll outsmart anyone. So, what's your plan? I'm in."    

"Great, let's set up a stall in the trading area tomorrow, shall we?"    

"What are you planning to do with a stall?"    

Jiang Fann downed a glass of wine and chuckled, "I've got a clever plan."    

After eating and drinking their fill, the two went to the counter to settle the bill. The manager returned Jiang Fann's card and paused when he saw Wan Chengfeng, noticing that his demeanor was completely different from before.    

Once they left, the manager went to the back room to report to the owner.    

The beautiful owner stood at the back room's entrance, gazing toward the door. Watching Wan Chengfeng's retreating figure, her eyes showed a hint of resignation. She shook her head slightly and sighed, clearly lost in thought.    

...    

Wan Chengfeng and Jiang Fann made their way to the inn. After learning where Jiang Fann was staying, Wan Chengfeng planned to head to the market area, knowing the stalls were limited. Since Jiang Fann had a plan, he was ready to help with all his might.    

Back at the inn, Jiang Fann entered his personal space. He gathered some herbs and explained the situation to Guo Lin before returning to the inn.    

Guo Lin soon joined Jiang Fann, who needed to quickly craft some pills. The quality didn't have to be top-notch. Guo Lin assisted while Jiang Fann got to work. The herbs he had gathered earlier floated around them, and together they began nurturing them.    

The night passed without incident, and before he knew it, it was already the next morning. Jiang Fann suddenly heard Wan Chengfeng's voice coming from the spirit-attached jade.    

"I've found a spot for the stall, and it's a good location. Get here quickly."    

In high spirits, Jiang Fann put away Guo Lin, packed the pills into bottles, and took them along. Most of these pills were of the highest quality, but for this market day, they were just supplementary items.    

Arriving on the bustling street, Jiang Fann headed straight to the trading area and located Wan Chengfeng. To his surprise, Wan had managed to secure a spot in the busiest section. Though the area wasn't large, it was enough for Jiang Fann to display the bottles.    

Noticing Wan Chengfeng, Jiang saw that the wine gourd he usually carried was gone, indicating he was trying to turn over a new leaf, though he hadn't explicitly said so.    

Seeing the bottles on the stall, Wan Chengfeng reminded him, "Have you checked the prices for these pills? If you sell them recklessly, you'll offend more than just the second prince. The Pill Sect will come after you too."    

Jiang Fann chuckled, "I'm not selling the pills. This time, I'm showcasing my medical skills."    

With that, he used his spiritual strength to write in the air: "Consultations for all ailments, remedies guaranteed!"    

Having finished, Jiang Fann pulled out a chair and lounged lazily beside the stall.    

Wan Chengfeng didn’t say much and simply sat down to meditate. He knew he had been slacking off for a while, wasting a lot of time. Since he planned to go on a journey with Jiang Fann to gain experience, he needed to be in his best condition.    

In the world of cultivators, being an apothecary is a highly esteemed profession. However, most apothecaries are part of major factions, and many only focus on making potions. Those who truly understand how to use medicine arts for healing are quite rare.    

On a typical day, it’s unusual to see an apothecary setting up a stall on this street. So when Jiang Fann started offering consultations, he naturally drew the attention of some cultivators. However, upon seeing Jiang Fann’s youthful appearance, many hesitated to say anything further, as he seemed too young to be a skilled apothecary.    

The silence was finally broken when a man approached with a question. "I was out on an adventure and injured my arm. Ever since then..."    

He was the first cultivator at the stall who wanted Jiang Fann to heal him. He openly shared his issues with Jiang Fann, figuring there was nothing to lose if Jiang Fann couldn’t help. But right in front of everyone, Jiang Fann used his medicine arts to heal the man’s injuries, resolving old wounds that hadn’t fully healed. With the aid of the Natural Aura, the cultivator felt as if he had been reborn, witnessing the transformation of his injuries firsthand. Jiang Fann didn’t even use any of the pills from his stall, yet he successfully healed the man. This rapid healing astonished the onlookers.    

The monk didn't hesitate to pull out a card and transfer $2,000 to Jiang Fann, thanking him before quickly leaving. Seeing this, others were eager to be next, asking Jiang Fann to help heal their injuries.    

Jiang Fann was straightforward, asking each person to describe their issue. He would then examine them, identify the problem, and use his skills to heal them, often quickly resolving simple ailments. As he successfully treated several people, a long line began to form in front of his booth. His abilities soon caught the attention of experts and even distant guards, who reported the situation up the chain, recognizing the value of such talent.    

For Jiang Fann, healing others was a natural duty, but he also wanted to draw attention and spread the word about his skills. His reputation grew rapidly, as having a healer of his caliber setting up a booth was rare, even in the capital.    

Many were curious about Jiang Fann's identity, and he was open about it, telling everyone his name without hesitation, likely on purpose. Meanwhile, Wan Chengfeng sat quietly in the back, focused on his training, saying nothing.    

As the crowd grew larger, someone recognized Wan Chengfeng, sparking a buzz of whispers. This recognition piqued their curiosity about Jiang Fann even more.    

"Have you heard? Wan Chengfeng from the Valley is setting up a stall with a young man in the market area. They claim to cure any ailment on the spot, and the results are impressive."    

"But what's the point of impressive results? For those of us who spend years training in the field, temporary fixes are useless. When we're out there honing our skills, distractions can be detrimental. It's often better to let minor injuries heal naturally..."