Medicine King Valley!

These three words undoubtedly startled everyone present. The elderly physician looked Bai Hehuan up and down. The current master of the Medicine King Valley was Medicine King Xin Baicao, but it was said he had only ever taken half a disciple—Sikong Changfeng, the current Third City Lord of Snow Moon City. They had never heard of a young girl from this generation, yet Bai Hehuan’s manner and tone didn’t seem feigned.

Bai Hehuan raised an eyebrow. “You don’t believe me?”

The elderly man hesitated. “Words alone carry no proof…”

“Then do you recognize my Thirteen Retrospective needle technique?” Bai Hehuan waved her hand, spreading out her roll of silver needles. Her fingers danced, and the needles flew to land before the elderly man.

When the needles fell to the ground, even laypeople could roughly make out a human form, but the renowned physicians stared in astonishment. To their eyes, it appeared as if a person lay there, with Bai Hehuan’s scattered needles precisely striking all the major acupoints of the body.

“Elder Xu…” the middle-aged physician from before called out to the elderly man.

The elderly man’s hands trembled slightly. “It truly is the Thirteen Retrospective…”

“Old master always taught me that a physician in this world may refuse to save the dying, may seek life in dangerous places, but must never lie. Today, I’ll teach all of you this principle!” Bai Hehuan declared sternly.

The middle-aged physician erupted in anger. “Even if you’re from Medicine King Valley, how dare a little girl like you order us around!”

“Xin Baicao must address me as Senior Aunt—what’s wrong with teaching you a few lessons?” Bai Hehuan swept her sleeve. “Su Muyu, we’re leaving!”

“Stop them!” The Governor’s voice suddenly rang out from behind them.

A group of guards carrying long sabers emerged from the corners, blocking their path.

Bai Hehuan gave a cold laugh. No wonder none of the physicians had dared reveal that the Governor’s son was already dead—clearly, the Governor wasn’t as gentle and courteous as he appeared. She turned around. “Governor, you don’t intend to let us leave?”

“Cure my son, and you can go!” The Governor’s eyes were bloodshot as he snarled.

“In our Medicine King Valley, we have a maxim: as long as there’s life, there’s hope for healing! But your son is already dead,” Bai Hehuan sighed deeply. “Your persistence is futile. Please end this quickly, Governor, and don’t let your son’s physical form suffer in this world any longer. Take a blade, pierce his heart, and the black blood infected with parasitic worms will stop flowing. Then he can finally rest in peace.”

“Kill them,” the Governor commanded furiously, unwilling to hear more.

“Why is it that people can never bear to hear the truth?” Bai Hehuan asked resignedly.

“Everyone only wants to hear what they wish to hear.” Su Muyu stepped forward, seizing a long saber from the nearest guard. With a gentle sweep, he released a blade energy that shattered all the other guards’ weapons into two pieces, sending them clattering to the ground.

The Governor stood frozen, pointing at them with violently trembling hands. “You… you…”

“Crane Rain Pharmacy will remain open in South’an City. I won’t speak of your son’s situation, but I warn you—if you don’t dispose of your son’s corpse soon, you too will be infected by the corpse poison. Then everyone in this governor’s mansion will become neither human nor ghost. If it can’t be controlled, all of South’an City will become a living hell,” Bai Hehuan said gravely. “I’m not deceiving you. I’ve seen it before.”

Su Muyu considered for a moment, then walked directly toward the Governor, carrying the blade.

“What… what are you doing!” The Governor’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

Su Muyu didn’t even look at him, instead turning and walking into the chamber. The Governor sat stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening and rushing toward the inner chamber. But it was too late—an anguished cry rang out from within, and then Su Muyu emerged, his blade stained with black blood.

The physicians of South’an City looked at each other in disbelief. None of them could believe he had simply walked in and killed the Governor’s son.

Su Muyu glanced at them. “All of you should leave. Stay, and he might kill you all in his rage.”

The elderly man who had been speaking was the first to react, hurriedly bowing to Su Muyu. “Thank you… thank you, noble heroes!” With that, he fled without looking back, and the other physicians scattered as well.

The Governor finally rushed out from the chamber, charging at Su Muyu. “I’ll fight you to the death!”

“I understand your grief at losing your beloved son,” Su Muyu turned, extending one finger to force him back. “But if you persist, I’ll have to use harsher methods.”

“Let’s go.” Bai Hehuan seemed weary, ignoring them and walking straight toward the exit.

Su Muyu threw down the long saber and quickly followed.

Outside the governor’s mansion, Bai Hehuan asked Su Muyu, “Why did you go back?”

“Even though you told them he was dead, to them, he was still their son. It’s too difficult for them to accept this,” Su Muyu shook his head. “It would have inevitably grown worse, as you said. Since no one else was willing to bear this sin, I took it upon myself.”

Bai Hehuan sighed softly. “I didn’t want you to be stained by such things again.”

“It’s fine,” Su Muyu said calmly. “But you’ve been strange since earlier. Does that walking corpse have something to do with Medicine King Valley?”

“That kind of living corpse is called a Medicine Person, created through very special methods. Years ago, when Western Chu fought against Beili, Western Chu used these Medicine People techniques to forcibly delay for a long time. This method violates natural law, but because it was so extraordinary, even the Western Chu Confucian Immortal couldn’t bear to destroy it. So it was passed to our Medicine King Valley, hoping we could find a way to transform it from evil to good,” Bai Hehuan explained slowly.

“But Medicine King Valley couldn’t achieve this?” Su Muyu asked.

“It couldn’t be done. The evil nature of this method was so profound that even Xin Baicao couldn’t fully comprehend it. But I had a nephew disciple, Xin Baicao’s junior brother, named Ye Ya. Because his wife died young, he became obsessed with these evil arts that could restore life, studying the Medicine Person technique day and night. Finally, one day, a village near Medicine King Valley experienced the corpse transformation I mentioned earlier. Ye Ya was behind it. Xin Baicao and I suppressed that incident, and afterward, Ye Ya left Medicine King Valley, disappearing without a trace.” Bai Hehuan turned to look back at the governor’s mansion. “And Ye Ya… is here now.”