"This..."
It was better not to bring it up. At the mention of the matter, the despondency on Lin Ruhai's face deepened.
"Cough—!"
He let out a long sigh, then slumped helplessly against the back of his chair and shook his head. His voice carried a deep note of scorn and weariness.
"What else could I do?"
"Just a few more incompetent charlatans, fishing for fame and hoping to get lucky!"
"Those fools couldn't even figure out the cause of Daiyu's illness, yet they dared to boast and recklessly use dangerous medicines and sinister spells."
"If not for the wards and guards in the manor noticing and stopping them in time, they might have caused a terrible disaster!"
As he spoke, he rubbed his brow. A long while passed before he continued.
"It's laughable!"
"Even the few immortal officials sent by the Heavenly Court's Bureau of Immortal Physicians were helpless. What miraculous remedies could those reclusive cultivators from the mountains or wandering warlocks possibly have?"
"I was just grasping at straws in my desperation."
With that, Lin Ruhai shook his head again, dejected.
"Oh?"
"The Heavenly Court's Bureau of Immortal Physicians?"
Jia Yucun heard him and put on an appropriately astonished expression.
He naturally knew the Bureau's importance. The immortal physicians who came from there might not have the highest cultivation, but in the way of medicine, they were among the best in the Three Realms. They possessed countless secret immortal prescriptions and divine arts. Treating the sick and saving lives was ordinary work for them; refining miraculous elixirs was their true specialty.
It was said that the Bureau of Immortal Physicians had not only immortal pills that could advance one's cultivation by leaps and bounds in a single day, but also the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, which could bring the