Ling Xuanxiao turned back and glanced at Zhang Wenxuan.
Zhang Wenxuan flicked his abacus, calculating today's consultation fees.
"Don't look at me like that, young man. I mean you no harm. Or rather, if I did mean you harm, why didn't I just tell Liu Qiushui directly about your condition?
"I noticed it the first time I examined you. There's something very strange inside your body.
"An incomplete nascent soul, and a perfect golden core! What an eye-opener."
At this point, Zhang Wenxuan stopped moving the abacus beads.
"You might as well tell me what happened. Perhaps I can help you."
Ling Xuanxiao's heart tightened.
Ghost Hand Divine Doctor Zhang Wenxuan.
He used living people to test medicine on himself, and had even set a record for refining three thousand young boys and girls in a single breath.
To this day, no cultivator of the demonic sects had broken that record.
Zhang Wenxuan had once been close friends with an elder of Shushan named Liu Bantian. The two had grown up together since childhood, brothers in all but blood.
Later, Liu Bantian discovered what Zhang Wenxuan had done.
The two fought fiercely, and Liu Bantian was gravely wounded.
Zhang Wenxuan fled without a trace.
Shushan hunted Zhang Wenxuan across the world, but later, all traces of him vanished.
Who would have thought that the once-renowned Ghost Hand Divine Doctor would be in such a remote little town?
Zhang Wenxuan smiled and said to himself:
"You don't trust me? Fair enough... How could a Shushan Disciple possibly trust me? You only believe Liu Bantian's one-sided story, only believe what your Shushan people say!"
Ling Xuanxiao frowned slightly. From the sound of it...
There seemed to be more to this story.
Zhang Wenxuan angrily slapped the table before him.
He could not