Very few people knew which era the Huatian Palace was founded in. It was rumored that before the nation was founded, the Huatian Palace had already existed for many years. It specialized in supervising the various sects of the ancient martial arts world and managing the disputes of the martial arts circle.
Over the years, no matter how strong the martial arts circle's factions were, when faced with Huatian Palace, they all compromised.
There were four branch halls under the Huatian Palace, namely the Azure Dragon Hall, the Vermillion Bird Hall, the White Tiger Hall, and the Black Tortoise Hall. They were named after the Four Divine Beasts, implying that they guarded the four directions, bringing prosperity to the universe and peace to the world.
After the two women talked for a while, they left one after another. Not long after, the two corpses were also moved away.
Half an hour later, the alleyway where the murder took place became peaceful again. The people left after discussing for a while.
A figure slowly walked out from the corner. His expression was calm as he looked at the alley that had returned to its original state. There was no emotion in his eyes.
This person was none other than Mo Wen. After killing the two of them, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he hid nearby.
This was the first time he had killed someone in the city, so how could he not be cautious? Especially now that it was a society governed by law, killing someone would definitely cause some trouble.
Therefore, he did not leave. Instead, he hid in the dark and wanted to know what kind of things would be attracted by killing people in the city.
If it was an ordinary police station investigating, he wouldn't care. No matter how bad an ordinary person was, they wouldn't be able to find out anything about him.
However, as he had expected, a special murder scene had attracted some special people.
"Vermillion Bird Palace Hall?"
A look of contemplation flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. It could be said that he did not understand the situation in the country at all. He did not know much about the origins of the Vermillion Bird Palace Hall.
However, he knew that no matter which dynasty it was, martial artists would not be allowed to run amok. No one cared about the conflicts in the martial arts world, but they could not harm ordinary people. That had always been a taboo in the martial arts world and the imperial court.
Therefore, he had some idea of the origins of the Vermillion Bird Palace.
"I will have to be more careful in the future."
Mo Wen stroked his chin. The Vermillion Bird Palace Hall would file a case and investigate a fight between ancient martial art practitioners. If it happened to a normal civilian, they would definitely pay more attention to it.
However, he did not care too much. With his ability, he did not believe that the Vermillion Bird Palace Hall would be able to find him based on clues.
After returning to school, Mo Wen went into seclusion and locked himself in his dormitory. The most important thing now was naturally to concoct the Blood, Vitality, and Qi transmuting powder.
The steps to concoct the Blood, Vitality, and Qi transmuting powder was a little complicated. It required a lot of things and tools. First of all, there must be an alchemy furnace. Without a good alchemy furnace, the effect of the Blood, Vitality, and Qi transmuting powder would be greatly reduced.
However, Mo Wen was not worried about the Alchemy Furnace, because in the Ming Cult historical abode, he had already brought out the Alchemy Furnace that had been used by the Miracle Physicians of the Ming Cult for generations. It was called the Purple Sun Furnace, and its quality was not inferior to the Alchemy Furnace that he had used in his previous life.
Fortunately, refining the Blood, Vitality, and Qi transmuting powder did not require a high-temperature fire. With the internal fire produced by his Nine Yang Manual, he could barely refine the Blood, Vitality, and Qi transmuting powder. Otherwise, with his current cultivation, he might not be able to refine another type of pill.
At night, Mo Wen went out and headed to the Leading Military Hospital to give acupuncture treatment to Qin Xiaoyou's mother. He estimated that after two more treatments, her condition would be stabilized. After that, she just needed to recuperate in the hospital.
"Mo Wen, you are here."
In the ward, Wang Huiru smiled at Mo Wen warmly. Her gaze towards Mo Wen was filled with fondness.
After the previous treatment, the two of them had become more familiar with each other. After knowing that Mo Wen was Qin Xiaoyou's high school classmate, Wang Huiru was very warm towards Mo Wen.
"Auntie Wang, let's start the treatment."
Mo Wen smiled and nodded, getting straight to the point. There was still the Blood, Vitality, and Qi transmuting powder in the dormitory that had yet to be refined. Naturally, he could not waste too much time in the hospital.
After a round of treatment, Wang Huiru's complexion looked much better. Mo Wen gave her a acupuncture point on her sleep acupoint, and she immediately fell asleep. As he was in a hurry, he was afraid that Wang Huiru would nag at him about her family.
"Brother Han, in the future, Auntie Wang can just receive regular treatment. Please take care of her," Mo Wen said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Mo Wen said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. He had just arrived at the hospital and Han Jiangong had followed him. He had been standing quietly at the side, observing him performing acupuncture.
"Brother Mo, don't worry. Leave this to me. There will definitely not be any more problems."
Han Jiangong said with a smile. He was completely convinced by Mo Wen's medical skills. He even thought of the many diseases that could not be cured in the medical field, and wondered if Mo Wen could cure them.
Unfortunately, Mo Wen came and left in a hurry, so he did not have the chance to have a long talk with him.
"Brother Han, there are still some matters at home. I will leave first."
Just as Han Jiangong was about to invite Mo Wen to his office for a cup of tea and a chat, Mo Wen spoke up first.
Han Jiangong laughed bitterly and could only send Mo Wen out of the hospital.
"Brother Mo, if you have the time, you must come visit me. I will welcome you with open arms."
Before he left, Han Jiangong did not forget to remind him.
That night, Qin Xiaoyou came to visit her mother with a basket of fruits. She sat in the room for a long time until Wang Huiru woke up from her sleep.
"Mother."
Qin Xiaoyou held her mother's hand and called out in a daze.
"Silly child, why are you still in the hospital so late at night? Go back quickly, you still have classes tomorrow."
Wang Huiru patted Qin Xiaoyou's head pitifully. She looked at the time and realized that it was already past midnight.
"It doesn't matter. There are no classes tomorrow morning, so I can sleep in." Qin Xiaoyou placed her little face on her mother's hand and said in a gentle voice.
"Go back early, don't delay your studies. Don't worry, I have thought it through and will cooperate with the hospital for treatment. Director Han Jiangong said that there is no problem with your illness. "
Wang Huiru looked at her daughter kindly. In the cold city, she was her everything and the mental support that allowed her to live on. Mo Wen was right, sometimes people did not live for themselves.
"Mother, do you know why the hospital takes care of us so much? Director Han Jiangong even treated you personally?"
Qin Xiaoyou asked hesitantly. She really hoped that it was because the hospital suddenly showed kindness and took special care of her and her mother, and not because of Su Boyu.
"Because you have a friend who cares about you. Your friend is amazing."
Wang Huiru looked at Qin Xiaoyou doubtfully. How could she not know?
"Mother, you know?"
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