It was so quiet in the hall that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the thin figure, their eyes brimming with reverence.
A heaven-rank alchemist was a priceless treasure of the entire continent!
The higher the rank, the higher the requirements for a heaven-rank alchemist's constitution. As for heaven-rank alchemists, they were exceedingly demanding. It could be said that every sacred land had at least one or several heaven-rank alchemists passed down since the primordial times, but none of them could find a successor.
That was why the sacred lands were in such a predicament. Some sacred lands had one or two heaven-rank alchemists, but others didn't even have one.
It was clear how rare this constitution was!
Therefore, when they saw that Feng Hao was a heaven-rank alchemist, everyone's attitude took a 180-degree turn. No one dared show the slightest hint of disbelief. Even the two powerhouses hiding in the shadows came out.
"Master, we've offended you!"
Both of them had white hair. At this moment, both of them wore sincere apologies on their faces. Their etiquette was very considerate.
Offending a heaven-rank alchemist wasn't a wise move!
"Ruxian has been impolite. Please forgive me, master!"
A sweet smile hung on Liu Ruxian's enchanting face. Her voice flowed out of her mouth like flowing water, like a spring breeze sweeping through the hall.
Fenghao did not say anything. He only indifferently swept a glance at them and lightly nodded his head. Although his face was cold, he did not reveal much dissatisfaction. This caused them to heave a sigh of relief.
The heaven-rank alchemist seemed to be quite broad-minded. Anyone else would've fallen out long ago. Otherwise, the Nephrite Sacred Land would have no choice but to apologize.
There was another organization in this world that could rival the sacred land: the Alchemist's Guild!
Without a doubt, the Alchemist's Guild was established to protect alchemists, especially heaven-rank ones.
If Feng Hao went to the Alchemist's Guild for help as a heaven-rank alchemist, even the Nephrite Sacred Land wouldn't be able to handle it. Moreover, many people would be willing to owe them a favor.
That was the equivalent of having an extra life!
Alchemists, especially high-ranked alchemists, could not be offended. This was the consensus of the entire continent!
At this moment, the one who was the most excited was undoubtedly Wu Jiasheng.
He didn't expect a Heaven Rank Alchemist to appear. Even if he couldn't be cured, he could at least extend his lifespan by half a year.
However, when he thought of Feng Hao's request, Wu Jiasheng's burning heart slowly calmed down, and his eyes flickered with uncertainty.
As a master of Xiangshi, he naturally knew the value of his secret technique.
It was absolutely priceless!
"What do you think?Have you thought it through? "
Fenghao slightly raised his eyebrows as an indifferent voice spat out from his mouth.
"This …"
Wu Jiasheng revealed a troubled expression. Liu Ruxian and the other two Almighties also furrowed their brows.
Obviously, this request was a little difficult for them to accept.
"Master, I'm willing to pay twenty million Martial Crystals …"
"I don't lack Martial Crystals!"
Before Wu Jiasheng could finish speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Fenghao. Upon seeing their awkward expressions, Fenghao's eyebrows furrowed without anyone noticing. The corners of his mouth curled as he spoke. "What?Could it be that your father's health is not worth that secret technique? "
"Hmm?"
Wu Jiasheng blinked. "Master, you mean …?"
"Hmph!"
Without answering, Feng Hao snorted softly and headed straight for the side room.
Watching Feng Hao walk toward the room, Wu Jiasheng smiled and said something to the dozen alchemists in the hall. With a wave of his hand, he beckoned for the steward to serve him, then hurried after Feng Hao with Liu Ruxian and the two Almighties.
Slowly approaching the side room, Fenghao gently pushed open the door as a faint and gentle light shone out.
The interior of the room was quite spacious. A large bed was placed in the middle, and an old man with a somewhat shrivelled face was lying on it. A couple of female servants were busy around the bed. When they heard the sound of the door opening, they threw their gazes over. Soon after, they once again carefully took care of the old man, who had already fallen into an unconscious state.
Slowly approaching the bed, Feng Hao's gaze swept over the bed. He found that the old man's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. On his sleeping face, there was an aura of death.
"At most, he has two or three more days to live."
Glancing at the old man's face, which seemed to have one foot in the grave, Feng Hao said in a low voice.
"That's right."
Behind him, Wu Jiasheng sighed and shook his head. Then he said carefully, "Master, do you think we can buy him some time?"
By the side, Liu Ruxian also slightly nodded her head. Her bright eyes were staring at the skinny and indifferent young man beside her.
"You have two days to think about it. Prepare the secret method and I'll save him. Otherwise, there's nothing to talk about."
Feng Hao looked at Wu Jiasheng coldly and calmly.
"Master, don't tell me you …"
Wu Jiasheng's heart skipped a beat, his voice tinged with excitement.
Liu Ruxian and the two Nephrite Sacred Land experts also looked at him in astonishment.
"Hmph!A mere coronary heart disease is no problem for me! "
Under their expectant gazes, Feng Hao snorted coldly. His expression was rather haughty, but his voice was as indifferent as ever.
Fwoosh! Fwoosh!
With that, Feng Hao slowly took a few steps forward and extended a hand, sending a few strands of medicine into the old man's heart.
"Cough, cough!"
Not long after, a sickly flush surged onto the pale face of the originally sleeping old man. He opened his mouth and coughed out a few mouthfuls of purulent phlegm. When a few female servants saw this, they quickly passed over a spittoon and caught it.
Following which, the sleeping old man slowly opened his eyes. As if he was not used to the strong light in the outside world, he once again slowly closed his eyes. He only slightly narrowed his eyes. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. Within those dim eyes, there was some spirit.
Everyone in the room saw the old man's reaction. The maids, Liu Ruxian, and the two Almighties all stared in disbelief at the old man who was still struggling to get up.
The old man, who'd been abandoned by the sacred land's heaven-rank alchemists, seemed to have been resurrected from the dead and regained his vigor. They were speechless as they watched the two maids help him to his feet.
"Father!"
Wu Jiasheng let out a cry of extreme joy and walked up to greet his father. His gaze swept up and down the old man's body, and he asked worriedly, "Father, do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Oh, it's Jiasheng."
The old man glanced at Wu Jiasheng and dismissed the maids on both sides. He shook his limbs. "Nothing's wrong … it's just that my bones are a little sore …"
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