Yao Qi Surging to the Heavens

"My surname is Jiang, and because I am quite old, people from all around call me Grandpa Jiang!"

"The remedy isn't particularly mysterious; you'll know once you try it!"

"I heard about this when I went into the city to beg for food, but I was blind and couldn't find the way to the prefect's mansion, so I stumbled and bumped along the way!"

Later, a girl gave me a lantern and told me to carry it with me!

"I said, 'What am I, a blind person, supposed to do with a lantern?' She said that people walking at night can see me, won't bump into me, and can even ask for directions. That's when I realized it was nighttime!"

There are really very few people on the streets at night; I've walked for so long and you're the only one I've met.

"I am not a barefoot doctor!"

"I was simply given a surgical technique by someone, and that technique is somewhat effective for ailments like fright!"

"To be honest, I've cured at least eight or ten children who were frightened!"

As they walked with the blind man toward the Zhao family's house, Zhang Xuezhou also did some preliminary research.

Whether it works or not, you'll only know by trying.

Compared to the many onlookers, at least this blind man actually dared to go for a medical checkup.

Moreover, since the treatment involves using techniques rather than drinking medicinal soup, it is highly unlikely to cause any physical trauma.

Although this blind man named Jiang Taigong has only ever treated children, there's no guarantee that he might also be effective for Zhao Liang.

When someone is desperate for a cure, they'll try anything, regardless of its capabilities.

Zhang Xuezhou carried a lantern and led the other person slowly through the streets of Shu County. Only after entering the area where the Prefect's Mansion was located did he turn two corners.

"Zhao Liang is right here!"

Upon entering a grand and spacious mansion, Zhang Xuezhou, carrying a lantern, knocked on the door.

A burst of noisy musical instruments drifted through the room, and after a moment someone came to inquire.

"I am Zhang Xiushi, whom your Master Zhao has met," Zhang Xuezhou shouted. "I met someone on the road who said he has a technique that I could try to use to cure Zhao Liang!"

"Please come in, please come in! You tactless idiot, why aren't you opening the door yet!"

Master Zhao's booming voice rang out, and then the heavy door was pulled open.

"What, are you having a wedding here?"

Zhang Xuezhou peeked inside the door and saw that it was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and there was a band of musicians playing music.

He even saw a woman in elaborate attire wearing a red veil.

"It's just to bring good luck to my son," Mr. Zhao said awkwardly.

"Efficient!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

Zhang Xuezhou was somewhat amazed that it took less than three hours to carry Zhao Liang home and hold the wedding to bring good luck.

But he couldn't interfere in other people's business. After glancing at the bride from a distance, Zhang Xuezhou pointed to the blind man.

"This man is called Jiang Taigong. He says he has a way to cure Zhao Liang. I figured no one would dare to take up the challenge, so I brought him here to have a look. Whether you want him to treat you or not is up to you," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Please, someone wise, save my son!"

Master Zhao extended the invitation after only glancing at Jiang Taigong twice.

His attitude was sincere yet humble.

As the eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Liang possessed considerable bravery. Through various connections and maneuvers, Zhao Liang rose through the ranks in Shu County, eventually becoming the Commandant serving alongside the Prefect.

Zhao Liang was arguably the most accomplished member of the Zhao family in terms of official career. As long as Zhao Liang was in the prefectural governor's office, few people in the Zhao family would try to suppress him.

The Zhao family Not Short of Money, and Zhao Liang would not embezzle or accept bribes, much less bend the law for personal gain at the expense of the greater good.

As long as Zhao Liang is in the prefect's mansion, the Zhao family will have a living signboard, and all parties will have to give them some face.

But with this once-prominent figurehead gone, the Zhao family will undoubtedly suffer a great loss.

Given that Master Zhao has six sons, it's not surprising that he devotes most of his attention to Zhao Liang, even working tirelessly without rest until now.

After the introductions, Master Zhao sincerely invited Old Master Jiang.

He personally took the cane and felt a chill surge into his heart. Only after his Qi and Blood and qi surged through his body did Master Zhao expel the chill.

"I've gone astray in my spiritual practice, and I suffer from an ailment of icy coldness within my body. Don't touch me; just hold onto my cane!"

Jiang Taigong spoke in a calm, deep voice, which made Master Zhao nod repeatedly.

"This way, sir/madam!"

After crossing a courtyard nearly fifty meters long and entering the main hall, the bride stood helplessly at the door, while Zhao Liang lay on the soft bed in the center of the hall.

Eighteen oil lamps were lit around the soft bed, illuminating the main hall.

A shaman with a wrinkled face, dressed in a grass skirt, was performing a ritual, muttering incoherently every now and then, and occasionally scattering grass talismans smeared with red and yellow colors.

"Old Mrs. Chen, you should rest for a while," Master Zhao said.

"Another fellow traveler has arrived?"

The shaman, who was singing and dancing, turned her head and looked at the blind man carrying a lantern.

"He's obviously not a proper blind person; what blind person wears such a white veil!"

The old sorceress muttered something under her breath before reluctantly ending her shamanic ritual.

"My new white wedding dress is from today!"

Old Master Jiang touched his pocket and responded unhappily before following Master Zhao, who was leaning on his cane, across the threshold.

He reached out and touched Zhao Liang's body, tracing his arm to find his head.

After touching his forehead, he reached out and called out to Master Zhao.

"Bring me a ladle of clean water!"

This small request was quickly fulfilled.

Jiang Taigong muttered incantations, and when he spat out a mouthful of water, the mist transformed into a five-colored curtain.

As the water droplets fell, Zhao Liang, lying on the bed, cried out.

"Snakes, all snakes... it terrified me!"

As if waking from a nightmare, Zhao Liang's face was filled with panic when he awoke.

It took him several seconds to look around and finally calm down.

"Alright!"

With just a sip of water, Zhao Liang regained his senses, much to the delight of Master Zhao.

"Your son's condition is quite serious. My current technique only involves slight adjustments. To achieve a full recovery, further medicinal treatment is needed," said Jiang Taigong. "Bring me angelica root, ginseng, he shou wu, dragon blood fungus, and cinnabar fruit that are over a hundred years old. You need at least ten complete plants of each type!"

"Angelica sinensis, ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum, Ganoderma lucidum, and Cinnamomum cassia—all over a hundred years old! Quickly write down the names of these medicinal herbs for me, then go to the pharmacies in the city and find them. Don't worry about whether they're asleep or not, you have to gather all the herbs for me!"

Overjoyed, Master Zhao quickly directed his servants.

Old medicinal herbs are hard to find, but money makes things easier. Even without enough herbs, herb gatherers will flock to the deep mountains and forests in search of them after hearing the news.

"Money talks!"

Looking at the medicinal herbs that Master Zhao had requisitioned for over a century, Zhang Xuezhou's impoverished eyes gleamed with envy.

But he quickly put aside his worries about poverty.

If Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang were to host a thank-you banquet together and provide him with a few strings of cash as a token of gratitude, Zhang Xuezhou felt that this would at least solve his financial problems for the next six months.

He was happily scheming in his heart when he heard Kong Ning's impatient voice transmission, which brought Zhang Xuezhou back to his senses.

"You've already made a round trip so quickly?"

Although he possesses the ability to fly, Zhang Xuezhou's flying ability is nowhere near that of Kong Ning, Feiyu, and other demons.

From last night to tonight, in less than twenty-four hours, Kong Ning had clearly flown back and forth between Shu County and the Xieluosi River Holy Land, and the other party had even found him again when he was not at the county governor's mansion.

Zhang Xuezhou raised his head, not immediately understanding why Kong Ning had run back.

However, the Zhao family's matter had a chance of success, so he said hello and then happily left the Zhao family's gate.

"Which demon king are you messing around with in there, causing this place to be filled with Yao Qi energy, and killing and setting fires?"

Less than twenty meters from the Zhao family's gate, following the direction Kong Ning had indicated, Zhang Xuezhou spotted Kong Ning, who appeared both bored and wary, huddled in the darkness.

She asked Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou a casual question, which immediately startled him.