The mad martial artist regaining consciousness wasn’t due to the pill, but rather because Jun Changxiao had infused a wisp of Fire Soul power into it beforehand. After consumption, it successfully purified the fire toxin that had been controlling his thoughts and nerves.
For the record, it was just a very ordinary pill, not a mud ball rubbed from his chest. Gou Sheng wasn’t that dirty.
Of course.
He should praise Miao Saifeng.
Her diagnosis and treatment of poisoning symptoms was even better than Sun Bukong’s.
Those who specialized in the poison dao naturally had skill in detoxification.
After saving the mad martial artist, Jun Changxiao instantly realized this was definitely a great business opportunity!
From the middle-aged man’s words earlier, he learned that this fire toxin had a very high incidence rate in the Crimson Prison Realm. Since he could easily neutralize it, he could completely help them treat the disease to earn Flame Stones!
Sure enough.
After spouting some deceptive talk on the street, the passersby all believed him.
The mad martial artist being cured—this was something that truly happened before their eyes. They couldn’t help but believe it!
Moreover, the rescued person was a local resident of the city. Neighbors who knew him were aware that he had previously shown signs of the disease. There was no possibility of deliberately staging a performance.
“Divine physician!”
“This is a divine physician!”
In an instant, news of the mad patient not dying but being cured spread throughout Revered Martial City, even alarming the City Lord. That very evening, he personally came to the inn to visit Jun Changxiao.
Did it really need to be this exaggerated?
Readers who had studied the Crimson Prison Realm’s history for years should understand that this fire toxin disease had existed for ages. Once contracted, it would be defined as a terminal illness. Unless one’s cultivation realm was extremely high, there was no method of treatment.
…
The Revered Martial City’s City Lord was surnamed Wang, around fifty or sixty years old, with graying temples.
After walking into the inn’s private room, he lowered his posture and clasped his hands, saying, “Mister Jun, my son has also contracted this terminal illness. Please extend your aid!”
“Saving lives and healing the injured is my responsibility.”
Jun Changxiao needed to build his reputation as quickly as possible so he could treat more patients, so naturally he wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
Thus, that very evening, he went to the City Lord’s mansion and saw the City Lord’s son locked in a dark room. This person sometimes grinned foolishly, sometimes talked to himself—like a mental patient.
“Sect Master.”
Miao Saifeng, aboard the Eternal, spoke through the special glasses transmitting the images, “This person should be in the early stage of poisoning, in a state of mental derangement. If he doesn’t receive treatment, sooner or later he’ll go mad and die violently.”
“…”
Sun Bukong shed tears.
Treating illnesses should have been his specialty, yet Hall Master Miao had stolen the limelight.
“City Lord Wang.”
After carefully observing with the demeanor of a divine physician, Jun Changxiao said, “Your son’s illness can be resolved with a single pill.”
City Lord Wang’s heart filled with great joy upon hearing this.
“However.”
Jun Changxiao said, “The medicinal ingredients needed for the pill are extremely precious, so…”
City Lord Wang was, after all, an old veteran who had weathered many storms. Before he could finish speaking, he said straightforwardly, “Mister Jun, I’ll buy the pill. Name your price!”
“Ten First-Grade Flame Stones!”
Jun Changxiao wasn’t one to beat around the bush either. He craved the Crimson Prison Realm’s energy resources. He was just that base.
City Lord Wang was stunned.
What?
Too much?
City Lord Wang’s expression changed, and he said with displeasure, “If Mister Jun’s pill can cure my son’s terminal illness, giving just ten First-Grade Flame Stones would be insulting a divine physician like you, so it should be at least a thousand stones!”
“…”
The corner of Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched violently.
Ten stones versus a thousand stones—the difference was huge!
The System couldn’t help but complain, “Why do I feel like the author is deliberately trying to whitewash the host?”
…
City Lord Wang was very generous, promising a thousand First-Grade Flame Stones.
However, the prerequisite was that he could cure his beloved son’s terminal illness. Otherwise, he would be treated as a charlatan and thrown into prison to eat prison food.
It wasn’t heartlessness—throughout the ages, many people had gone around the Crimson Prison Realm under the banner of curing fire toxin, swindling and deceiving.
Of course.
Jun Changxiao had real ability.
He took out a pill he had previously infused with Fire Soul power from his chest and tossed it into the City Lord’s son’s mouth. After about a moment, the other party gradually recovered from his dementia to normalcy, saying, “Father… what happened to me?”
“My son…”
“He’s awake!”
City Lord Wang immediately shed tears of age.
Although he had many wives and concubines, he only had this one precious son. Now seeing his eyes clear and behavior normal, his emotions naturally couldn’t be controlled.
“Mister Jun!” He immediately bowed to Jun Changxiao and said, “You are truly a divine physician!”
Jun Changxiao then instructed, “Your son has just recovered from a serious illness and is physically weak. He needs careful recuperation for several months.”
“Understood, understood!”
While speaking, City Lord Wang gave several accompanying physicians a look. The latter hurriedly went to support the young master, taking the opportunity to diagnose his internal body, then transmitted, “City Lord, the violent power within the young master’s body has been completely removed!”
…
With the young City Lord’s terminal illness cured, the City Lord’s mansion became lively. Jun Changxiao, who was called a divine physician, naturally received a feast.
At the banquet.
City Lord Wang presented a thousand First-Grade Flame Stones and raised his cup, saying, “This terminal illness has troubled the Crimson Prison Realm for many years. Sir, being able to cure it will surely bring merit to the present age and benefit thousands of years to come!”
“City Lord Wang is too kind!”
Jun Changxiao said modestly, “Jun is merely a rural physician who only hopes to use his meager ability to save more patients. I don’t care about fame or profit.”
If it weren’t for seeing how quickly he pocketed the money, City Lord Wang would have almost believed him.
“Mister Jun.”
“This terminal illness has an extremely high incidence rate, especially among the wealthy and noble. With your ability to cure it, you will surely achieve great success in the future.”
Jun Changxiao appeared indifferent on the surface, but inside he was delighted.
The more patients, the more money he could make!
…
Jun Changxiao temporarily stayed at the City Lord’s mansion.
When night fell deeply, he expelled the alcohol and took out a First-Grade Flame Stone from his spatial ring, saying, “Let’s see how effective it is.”
“Swish!”
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he released his spiritual sense.
Strictly speaking, Jun Changxiao also belonged to fire cultivation, after all he had the Holy Flame Body and the Fire Soul Spirit. This type of martial dao resource with extremely high fire attributes could completely be absorbed.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Wisps of fire energy drifted into his dantian, gradually merging with the energy core.
“Hm?”
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao’s brows furrowed.
Although the energy from this Flame Stone was extremely pure, it actually contained a trace of volatile power mixed within.
“Could it be…”
Gou Sheng speculated, “The reason martial artists in the Crimson Prison Realm contract this terminal illness is due to long-term absorption of Flame Stones, and when it accumulates, it causes an outbreak?”
“This terminal illness has an extremely high incidence rate, especially among the wealthy and noble.”
The words City Lord Wang had spoken at the banquet earlier echoed in his ears, allowing him to confirm, “It should be pretty close!”
The wealthy and noble could definitely obtain Flame Stones more easily, and their absorption rate was far higher than ordinary people, so it made perfect sense that they were the main affected group.
“Tsk tsk.”
Jun Changxiao sighed, “This is truly a wealthy man’s disease.”
“Whoosh!”
With a thought, Fire Soul power spread out, purifying the trace of volatile power present in his dantian.
“The cause of the illness has been found.” Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and said, “If I could research a preventive medicine that restrains the volatile power, wouldn’t I become wealthy overnight?”
“Hall Master Miao.”
Jun Changxiao inquired via sound transmission, “Can this fire toxin be prevented?”
“It can.”
Miao Saifeng said, “However, it requires Sect Master to provide Fire Soul power, and it will take some time.”
“How long?”
“At the fastest, three to five months. At the slowest, three to five years.”
“This fire toxin terminal illness can only be resolved by addressing it at its source, so I’ll leave it to you. Make sure to research the preventive medicine as soon as possible.”
…
Jun Changxiao stayed at the City Lord’s mansion for several days in a row. When news of the City Lord’s son’s recovery spread, prominent families also brought patients for treatment, all preparing a thousand First-Grade Flame Stones.
Honestly.
Fire toxin terminal illness really was a wealthy man’s disease.
Jun Changxiao had treated so many patients and hadn’t encountered a single one with ordinary status, showing that those unable to absorb Flame Stones were basically unlikely to contract the disease.
“Mister Jun.”
One day, returning from shopping outside, City Lord Wang approached with a panicked expression and whispered, “A distinguished person has come to visit you.”
“How distinguished?”
“The Azure Mist Empire’s imperial house!”
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