Chapter 90: 90. Middle Profound Realm – Mo Yue

However, before joining the Hundred Sects Alliance, he was notorious among the various forces at East Lake, and everyone avoided him, with no one daring to have a conflict with him. Because no one wanted to risk life and death with a madman.

After being recruited into the Hundred Sects Alliance, although he became more well-behaved and no longer had the peculiar habit of killing others at first sight, he became extremely fond of life. All day long he was busy with things related to his health.

Over the years, he spent countless gold coins, not to mention nearly bankrupting the Mo Family, a large Two-star power.

When a person becomes fond of life, they change. Now Mo Yue is no longer mad, but he started killing healers. Every healer who treated him, without exception, ended up dead.

Afterwards, he went around proclaiming that all the healers at East Lake were quacks, while actively seeking renowned physicians. In the end, anyone who understood medical skills would break into a cold sweat upon hearing Mo Yue’s name, wishing desperately to change professions.

Han Zhiyu was also aware of this, so when he heard Li Kongshan’s suggestion, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

“Do you mean that Wenping is a physician?”

Li Kongshan shook his head, “Wenping is just an idle guy who wanders around Cangwu City with nothing to do. Let alone the art of medicinal cuisine, he probably doesn’t even recognize basic things like reishi or cordyceps. His visit to treat Mo Yue this time is surely Huaikong’s plan; Huaikong’s knowledge of medicinal cuisine is unfathomable, and perhaps there’s really a way to cure Mo Yue. Huaikong’s ultimate intention is surely to give the credit to Wenping. In this way, there’s no reason for the Immortal Sect’s Star Promotion application to be rejected.”

“What sheer wishful thinking,” Han Zhiyu snorted coldly, silently noting Huaikong’s name in his heart.

Li Kongshan continued, “Rest assured, Senior Han, I will not let their plan succeed. If they want to achieve One-star, they still need a hundred thousand gold. They may think well, but I doubt he has the luck to get it.”

After speaking, Li Kongshan smiled slyly.

Han Zhiyu, seeing Li Kongshan’s smile and gaze, also began to smile.

…

Upon arriving at the location of the Hundred Sects Alliance branch, as soon as Wenping mentioned who he was to the guard at the entrance, the formerly stern and immobile guard immediately turned and led Wenping inside, completely different from the day he came to submit his Star Promotion application.

Led to the third floor by the guard, the guard pointed to a room at the end of the corridor and said, “Sect Leader Wen, the chairman is waiting for you there.”

Wenping nodded.

He stepped forward, walking along the corridor, step by step, hearing only the echo of his own footsteps in the ear, with everything around being quiet. But after walking about ten more steps, he heard voices coming from the depth of the corridor.

The voices were not loud, but there were many different tones in conversation. As Wenping stood at the doorway, all the voices ceased.

Mo Lin, sitting by the bedside, whispered in Mo Yue’s ear, “Father, Sect Leader Wen has arrived.”

The sound of a body rubbing against the bedding followed, producing a crushing, grinding sensation like sand being squeezed and rubbed together.

Mo Yue slowly sat up, glimpsed at Wenping from the corner of his eye, then leaned back against the bed and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, “I’ve been looking forward to your arrival.”

These brief seven words, however, seemed to deplete all of Mo Yue’s strength. After finishing these seven words, his breathing became labored and crude as if he were near death.

Wenping stepped forward, with Mo Lin beside him whispering, “Sect Leader Wen, please, we rely on you.”

Wenping nodded, responding, “Rest assured, since I’ve set the price, I won’t come here for nothing. I have a way for the illness; I just hope Chairman Mo Lin won’t go back on his word then.”

“I, Mo Lin, am not someone who breaks promises. Sect Leader Wen, please save him; I’ve already ordered people to prepare the gold tickets.”

Upon saying this, Mo Lin’s brows slightly twitched along with Mo Yue’s heavy breathing beside him, but he dared not continue speaking and instead made a gesture to please.

Wenping took two steps to come before the bed, where personal information popped up in front of him.

Mo Yue

Gender: Male

Age: 55

Realm: Middle Profound Realm

Talent: 3-star

…

There was a detailed chronicle of Mo Yue’s illness from its beginning to its current stage, providing information unnecessary to recount.

Ultimately, according to the personal information data, Mo Yue does suffer from a serious illness that threatens his life, though it could also be said he doesn’t, as his current condition is caused by external factors.

However, Wenping didn’t rush to speak, first pressing around Mo Yue’s body a few times and checking his pulse. Overall, Wenping did everything he could think of to pretend he understood medical skills.

Checking the eyes, checking the tongue coating, and so on.

After being busy for quite some time, Mo Yue, observing Wenping’s expression, dared not even breathe heavily. Eventually, unable to hold back, he asked, “Doctor, is there still hope for me?”

“Luckily you found me early, else the consequences would have been unthinkable,” Wenping stood up, exhaling deeply and putting on a thoughtful facade. In Mo Yue’s view, Wenping’s expression confirmed the critical state of Mo Yue’s health.

Two words–Not Good.

Just as he was about to speak, an angry shout abruptly came from outside the door, “Young whelp, what gives you the courage to spout such nonsense here?”

Both Huaikong and Yang Zongxian, as well as Jiang Yueye and a few stewards standing in the room, looked outward.

They saw a middle-aged man with graying temples stride in, his eyes scanning everyone before settling on Wenping, a barely noticeable cold smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Wenping felt quite helpless in his heart.

Indeed, making some extra cash isn’t that easy; someone would definitely come out to disrupt it.

Though he didn’t recognize this person, Wenping knew that if he dared to intrude directly, his identity was certainly not simple.

Mo Lin was standing beside the bed, his face showing displeasure upon hearing the voice. Upon turning around and seeing a familiar face, he looked at Li Kongshan with anger and said, “Li Kongshan, I don’t have time for you today; you better not look for trouble here.”

Li Kongshan displayed an innocent smile and quickly explained, “Chairman, you misjudge me; I’m here to visit the old master.”

Before Mo Lin could speak again, the cold voice of Mo Yue, lying with eyes closed by the bedside, was heard.

“Speak up, how do you want to die?”

Once these words came out, Li Kongshan’s face immediately turned ghastly white, secretly thinking: This old man is even madder than the rumors. Yet he soon laughed in his heart, thinking that the more extreme Mo Yue’s character, the faster Wenping would meet his end.

Li Kongshan quickly knelt down, kowtowing to show fear as if truly worried Mo Yue would act.

“Master Mo Yue, spare my life. I’m also a member of the Hundred Sects Alliance; I wouldn’t dare to intrude if there wasn’t something important. I sneaked in to help you, to specifically expose certain people’s plots.”