For the next several hours, Lu Changfeng examined and treated the poisoned female officials of Southern Mo one by one.
As he circulated Shennong Qi, he purged that trace of stagnation from each of their bodies.
Ji Lan recovered first, followed by Bai Sheng, then the female officials who had been responsible for clearing away the bird carcasses that day.
Whenever he cured someone, the Noble Physician's Canon produced a corresponding reward. The [Silent Shock Blade], "Purple Thunder Blade Technique," "Seven Spiral Slash," and various other martial techniques came pouring in.
The best of them was Ji Lan's reward—a max-level "Flame Dance Whirlwind Sword Art"!
Though its rank fell short of the world-shaking Heaven-Swallowing, Earth-Destroying Seven Limits, it was still an unrivaled martial art.
Lu Changfeng was quite satisfied. At least all his efforts had not been wasted.
Seeing that he genuinely wanted to help Your Majesty and Southern Mo, Ji Lan and the others had privately accepted this Sovereign Consort without reservation.
They had served Ji Xian for many years and seen far too many opportunists currying favor with the powerful, as well as plenty of supposedly extraordinary masters. Yet none had been like Lu Changfeng—possessed of world-shaking talent, but without the arrogance to lord it over others, able to treat both Your Majesty and subordinates like them as equals.
Ji Xian saw all of this and was happy to let it take its course.
The emptiness she had once felt was matched by the fulfillment she felt now. This man was like a wind blowing in from beyond the mountains, breathing new life into everything she had held fast to for seven hundred years. It was so perfect she thought she must be dreaming. No wonder Bai Qianqian was so utterly infatuated with him.
After treating every female