Reborn Medicine King

Jiang Fann soon spotted a lone figure. The man was holding a flask, walking unsteadily, and looked quite disheveled.    

"What are you doing here?"    

Hearing Jiang Fann's voice, the man was initially taken aback. Then, with a look of surprise, he turned around and his eyes lit up with joy.    

"Jiang, my friend!"    

It was none other than Wan Chengfeng, whom Jiang Fann had rescued from the ant nest. Despite expecting to return to his sect for some rest after the trial, he was surprised to see Jiang Fann again so soon, and in the capital city of the Central Kingdom, no less.    

At that moment, the man from the inn had caught up to Jiang Fann. His abilities were on par with Wan Chengfeng's, but his attention was entirely on Jiang Fann.    

"My master would like to invite you over for a drink."    

Wan Chengfeng raised an eyebrow and asked Jiang Fann, "Trouble?"    

Jiang Fann chuckled, "Nothing major. I barely know him. I'd rather spend the time having a drink with you, my friend."    

"Haha, you're absolutely right. Ever since the trial ended, I've really missed you. I'm in a good mood today, so let me take you to a tavern. It's got the best drinks in the whole city," he said, pulling Jiang Fann along as they prepared to leave.    

Just then, a monk stepped in their way, trying to stop them. "Please, come with me. I don't want to make things difficult for you two."    

Wan Chengfeng, growing impatient, tapped the monk a few times. "You're really being a hassle. Your master wants a drink, right? Tell him to find us at the Drunken Immortal Tavern. If you keep blocking us, I'll have to call the guards."    

Hearing that Wan Chengfeng was about to call the guards, the monk didn't dare say more. Though still displeased, he turned and left.    

Half an hour later, Wan Chengfeng had brought Jiang Fann to the Drunken Immortal Tavern he mentioned. It wasn't just a tavern; it was a full-fledged restaurant, and a large one at that.    

As they reached the entrance and were about to go in, the manager stopped them. "Young Master Chengfeng, you owe us two thousand nine hundred coins. Our boss said we can't serve you until you settle your bill."    

From that single sentence, Jiang Fann realized the Drunken Immortal Tavern's prices were exceptionally high. He wondered what kind of drinks could be so expensive. It also seemed like Wan Chengfeng was in some sort of trouble. Given his status as a prodigy, he shouldn't be in such a predicament.    

Upon hearing this, Wan Chengfeng didn't get upset. He directly addressed the manager, "Get your boss out here to see me. If you don't let me in, I might just forget about what I owe you."    

The manager remained steadfast, his expression unchanged. "Even if you decide not to pay, I still can't let you in."    

At this point, Jiang Fann pulled out his gold card and handed it over. "This one's on me. Can we go in now?"    

Seeing the gold card, the manager's smile widened. "As long as someone covers the bill, you're more than welcome."    

With that, he ushered the two of them through the main entrance. Wan Chengfeng, still a bit tipsy, nearly stumbled.    

The owner of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was a striking woman. Upon seeing Wan Chengfeng, she frowned slightly, clearly displeased. Wan Chengfeng waved at her, obviously trying to get her attention, but she ignored him, whispered something to the manager, and left the counter, choosing not to engage.    

Thinking Jiang Fann was picking up the tab, Wan Chengfeng didn't hold back and chose a private room. The room was soundproofed, ensuring their conversation couldn't be overheard. He knew Jiang Fann had a unique status.    

Once they were settled, Jiang Fann asked directly, "Brother Wan, you managed to survive in that ant nest environment back then. How come you're like this now? I thought you'd return to the valley and rise again, soaring high. But it doesn't seem that way. Did something happen?"    

Upon hearing Jiang Fann's words, Wan Chengfeng's eyes regained a hint of clarity, giving off a slightly different vibe than before. His gaze revealed a touch of helplessness, clearly struck by Jiang Fann's remarks.    

"Jiang, my friend, maybe I shouldn't have left the trial back then, or perhaps I shouldn't have come out as Wan Chengfeng. The expectations on me were high, but I've wasted two hundred years. I'm stuck at my current level, and I've tried three times to inherit the legacy back home, only to find that my ancestors no longer recognize me as their successor. But now, it's not so bad—eating and drinking without a care, no expectations, no worries. It's freedom, in a way."    

Jiang Fann chuckled, "Two hundred years wasted, yet you're still among the best of your peers. Are you too strong, or are they too weak? Why get hung up on some so-called successor status? Are you trying to become the heir of your old home? The Wan Chengfeng I know isn't some prodigy from there."    

Wan Chengfeng was clearly surprised by Jiang Fann's perspective. Although Jiang Fann was smiling, there wasn't a hint of mockery in his tone.    

Wan Chengfeng shook his head, "It's not the successor status that bothers me. It's that I've hit a dead end in my cultivation."    

"As a practitioner, hitting a bottleneck is normal. Even I, at the Dao Understanding Stage, don't worry about it. So why should you?"    

The server came in to serve the wine and dishes, which were exquisitely prepared. There were only two pitchers of wine, and then the server quietly left without saying a word.    

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At that moment, Wan Chengfeng extended his hand to Jiang Fann, clearly wanting him to check his condition. Being an alchemist, Jiang Fann understood immediately. He grabbed Wan Chengfeng’s wrist and carefully sensed his condition, channeling spiritual energy into Wan Chengfeng's body. His eyes showed a hint of surprise.    

Seeing Jiang Fann's reaction, Wan Chengfeng gave a self-deprecating smile. "My meridians are damaged, and there's only one way to fix it. Unfortunately, the Alchemy Sect can't help, and neither can the royal family here. So, it's hopeless."    

Jiang Fann released his hand and calmly said, "The Nine-Turn Meridian Pill?"    

Wan Chengfeng was taken aback by Jiang Fann's words. "How do you know about that? Yes, it's an emperor-grade pill, but the recipe has long been lost. The Alchemy Sect told me the only option is to seek help in a higher realm or find an alchemist or the recipe. My sect is trying, but we don't have much hope. Emperor-grade recipes are incredibly rare, and no one would share them. As for the pill itself, I've searched through several royal cities with no luck. I've given up."    

After finishing his sentence, he poured himself a drink and downed it in one go. For someone as obsessed with martial arts as he was, not being able to continue training was pure torture, which explained his current state.    

As the two were chatting, a figure walked in—it was the young man from the inn who had tried to take Jiang Fann’s room. Surprisingly, he actually showed up.    

The young man wanted to sit down, but Wan Chengfeng stopped him and looked at him with a mocking smile.    

“Is this your seat? I’m having a drink with my buddy. Are you here to make trouble?”    

Hearing this, the young man’s temper flared instantly.    

“I’m Li Qingyang, the Young Master of the Sea Sand Sect, and you—”    

Before he could finish, Wan Chengfeng raised his hand to cut him off.    

“Young Master of the Sea Sand Sect? I’m Wan Chengfeng from Immortal Valley. Do you want to continue this conversation?”    

Li Qingyang froze at the mention of Immortal Valley. He knew the reputation of such a powerful sect. In his memory, the cultivators from Immortal Valley were always meticulous and ethereal, inspiring awe and fear.    

But the Wan Chengfeng in front of him was unkempt, a stark contrast to the legendary Immortal Valley cultivators.    

Yet, Wan Chengfeng casually tossed him a token to play with. It was an Immortal Valley token, something that couldn’t be faked and was a symbol of identity, rarely seen outside the sect.    

Li Qingyang quickly handed over the token with both hands, returning it to Wan Chengfeng. "I apologize for any offense earlier. Had I known who you were, I wouldn't have dared to act so foolishly."    

Wan Chengfeng couldn't be bothered with him, and the young man promptly retreated. He was clearly aware of Wan Chengfeng's reputation and strength, and knew he was no match for him, so he dared not be disrespectful.    

Once the man left, Jiang Fann chuckled, "Dealing with unreasonable folks is easier with your reputation."    

"Enough about me, let's talk about you. It seems like your abilities have improved significantly. You haven't been idle on your journey, have you?"    

As Wan Chengfeng was commenting, Jiang Fann suddenly took out a small bottle and handed it to him.    

Wan Chengfeng looked at the bottle with some confusion. "What's this?"    

"Recently, I helped a genius from Fire Valley recover from an injury and made a batch of Nine-Turn Meridian Pills. I have two left, and you can take one."    

Wan Chengfeng was in the middle of drinking when he heard Jiang Fann's words, and he nearly spat out his drink in surprise.    

"What!"    

Luckily, Jiang Fann reacted quickly, using his fire skills to instantly evaporate the spilled liquid, leaving no trace.    

Wan Chengfeng eagerly opened the bottle, and the fragrance of the pill wafted out. He couldn't hide his excitement, his hands trembling slightly as he stared at the pill, clearly overjoyed. It was evident that something significant had happened to him recently.    

"You actually managed to craft an imperial-grade elixir. I'm genuinely surprised. I've searched everywhere for this, and here you are, offering it to me. What can I even say?"    

Jiang Fann spoke up, "Reconstructing your meridians requires the help of a skilled alchemist. Trying to do it on your own might lead to problems. I'll help you repair and rebuild them when the opportunity arises."    

Despite having had a drink, Wan Chengfeng was now completely sober.    

Outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Li Qingyang relayed the events from the private room to his two subordinates. The one who had previously interacted with Wan Chengfeng was clearly skeptical.    

"How could there be such a scruffy practitioner in the valley? Young Master, are you sure you weren't deceived?"