Chapter 1612
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Inside the room, a hunched over figure was crouched with his body hunched over beside a medicine furnace. The four walls of the room were all pitch black, the colour looking like it had been left behind after it had been burnt.
The little old man holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand was solemnly squatting beside the medicine furnace, seriously waving the palm-leaf fan in his hand, fanning the flames vigorously in an attempt to make the flames burn a little more fiercely. In his other hand, was a crumpled up piece of paper. He would look at the paper for a while and then stare at the flames within the medicine furnace, his gaze so focused that when Tian Ze barged in and roared, his face that had always remained calm and composed suddenly flashed with a trace of shock, almost causing him to throw the paper in his hand into the medicine furnace.
"You little brat! What are you roaring for!? " The little old man held the treasure that he had obtained with much difficulty and carefully held it in his hand, his face filled with disdain as he stared at Tian Ze who had barged in. His white beard had been unknowingly tainted with some ashes from the furnace and his face was a patch of black and white. The clothes he wore were filthy and people who did not know him would just think that he was a beggar that had sprung out from nowhere. Who would have thought that this person was the Headmaster of the Cloudy Brook Academy!
Tian Ze immediately felt short of breath after being shouted at by the little old man and he subconsciously shrank his neck back, not knowing whether to laugh or to cry as he stared at his own Master's highly amusing demeanour.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have shouted so loudly. But Master, didn't we agree on this? We are only allowed to cultivate medicine during the academy's holidays? Tell me, if you were to set the place ablaze again and those disciples saw it, wouldn't it stir up another round of chaos? " Tian Ze was feeling extremely helpless. This Master of his was really the most unreliable Master under the Heavens. As the Headmaster of the Cloudy Brook Academy, he did not care about anything else and only knew how to dump everything onto this poor fated disciple of his.
It would have been fine if he had just been a shopkeeper who did not need to do anything. But the little old man who did not have any talent in the Art of Medicine was very infatuated with concocting elixirs and learning all sorts of medical skills. Every now and then, he would come up with a mess of herbs and herbs, carrying a prescription that he had swindled from a teacher in the Art of Medicine and secretly hide here to concoct elixirs.
If it was to cultivate elixirs, then so be it. But this Master of his, who did not possess the ability to successfully cultivate elixirs, had the ability to burn down a house. Tian Ze could no longer remember how many times his Master had burned down this house, and could not remember how many times he had been forced to consume those insane "poisons"!
Tian Ze still remembered that he had once contracted typhoid. After taking some medicine and resting for a few days, he would be fine. However, his master had smilingly held up a lump of unknown substance that he had refined and insisted that it was a medicine that he had just refined. It was specially used to treat typhoid and had miraculous effects. He had then forced Tian Ze to swallow it.
That had been really miraculous!
It had tormented Tian Ze's typhoid to the point of causing him to suffer internal injuries in mere minutes, causing him to vomit out blood for three whole days. The teachers in the medical faculty had then been thrown into a flurry before they managed to save his little life.
From then on, Tian Ze knew that his Master was not cultivating medicine, but was cultivating poison!
A person who did not possess any talent in Medicine at all was insisting on stubbornly. If that was not asking for abuse, then what was?
"Hmph! What Master! Call me Lord! You are really becoming more and more unfilial! You dare to doubt your Master's medical skills! Are you tired of living!? " The little old man was so infuriated by his disciple's incessant complaints that he glared at him, wishing for nothing more than to stuff this unfilial disciple of his into the furnace and burn him up.
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