Strongest Medical Saint

After a thousand years in the Immortal Realm,

Shen Feng's temperament had undergone a revolutionary change; he was no longer the ordinary and shy boy he used to be.

As an Immortal Emperor who ruled over a world of his own, there were countless Heaven's Favored Daughters who admired him, and he had even taken on three female disciples of ravishing beauty.

"Is there anything else?" Shen Feng halted his steps.

He wanted to see his parents as soon as possible, but now all his cultivation was gone, and he was not even able to Soar Through the Sky.

He had no other choice but to travel by train or airplane, yet he was penniless at the moment and had to think of a way to make money.

This time, he had crossed vast expanses of Nothingness at any cost; only three years had passed on Earth. He wanted to improve his parents' lives and make their future carefree and comfortable.

Therefore, he needed to earn a large sum of money in the shortest time possible before returning to see his parents.

He couldn't help but touch his left index finger and sighed inwardly, "Crossing through Nothingness this time destroyed my storage ring; I truly have to start from scratch."

Su Jingyu, who had caught up, could sense the indifference in Shen Feng's voice, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Had her charm decreased?

In her high school days, she was the belle of the school, and she maintained that status into her college years. After graduation, men continuously pursued her. When had anyone ever grown impatient with her?

Feeling defiant, she thrust out her ample chest, "Shen Feng, you haven't attended a single school reunion before. How about we have a meal together today?"

After blurting out the words as if possessed, Su Jingyu somewhat regretted it. It was always men who asked her out; when had she ever taken the initiative with a man?

Shen Feng looked at Su Jingyu standing before him.

She was wearing a white dress, with her black hair cascading over her shoulders, looking pretty as she wrinkled her nose, like a lotus flower unsullied by the mud.

What a pity.

Shen Feng was no longer the naive youngster he had been,"I'm not hungry."

As an Immortal Emperor, although his cultivation was entirely dissipated, he wouldn't feel hungry even if he went without food for several days.

Moreover, in the Immortal Realm, he had people who took care of his diet. After getting used to the delicacies of the Immortal Realm, the food on Earth was likely hard for him to swallow.

Su Jingyu, who was waiting for Shen Feng's answer, widened her beautiful eyes slightly in disbelief at what she had just heard.

Shen Feng had actually refused?

This bastard actually turned down her first initiative?

After being stunned for a couple of seconds, she heard Shen Feng speak again,"Don't believe the swindlers on the streets in the future, it's better to rely on oneself than to seek others' help."

Coming back to her senses, Su Jingyu saw Shen Feng walking forward without any reluctance, which made her so angry that she almost wanted to bite him. Many men had chased after her since she was young, and yet she hadn't seriously dated anyone till now.

Shen Feng had no interest in paying attention to Su Jingyu.

He had stopped abruptly because he felt a strong fluctuation of Spiritual Energy in the air.

The Spiritual Energy on Earth was too thin; he needed a large amount of dense Spiritual Energy to heal his body, worthy of an Immortal Emperor.

Now his body couldn't even store Spiritual Energy, so how could he think about embarking on the path of Cultivation again?

Su Jingyu was about to blow up, clenching her lips tightly, and demanded, "Shen Feng!"

But Shen Feng was already walking toward the east of Antique City, completely ignoring Su Jingyu's cries.

This time, Su Jingyu was so frustrated that her breathing became erratic. Being completely ignored by a man, and that man was just an inconspicuous classmate from the past, how could she bear it? She quickened her pace to catch up with Shen Feng.

Heading east.

In front of an antique shop named "Rare Treasures Pavilion," Shen Feng stopped, having just sensed a strong spiritual energy emanating from this place.

Su Jingyu, sulking, did not speak and merely stood beside Shen Feng.

The Rare Treasures Pavilion was quite deserted.

There was only a fat man with a face full of flesh and a frail-looking middle-aged man.

Shen Feng's gaze settled on the left wrist of the middle-aged man, where there was a strand of white jade beads.

To the common eye, these beads were unremarkable, but Shen Feng could feel that the rich spiritual energy came from the beads.

He stepped into the Rare Treasures Pavilion; he had to have those beads.

The fat man with a face full of flesh was the owner of the antique shop. Seeing a customer enter, his eyes shone with a bright light.

However, upon seeing Shen Feng's attire, his chubby face wrinkled. Wanting to turn a profit harmoniously, he asked, "Can I help you find anything? My shop, run by Fatty Qian, is known throughout Antique City for honest dealings with all."

Shen Feng ignored Fatty Qian, his gaze still fixed on the frail middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man felt the stare and met Shen Feng's eyes, "May I know what guidance the young brother has for me?"

Shen Feng had already made up his mind; not only was the middle-aged man frail, but his complexion was also sallow.

When Shen Feng first arrived in the Immortal Realm, he began his journey with medical skills, and for a time, he was known as the medical saint in the Immortal Realm.

Later on, after delving into higher levels of Alchemy, and once he embarked on the path of an Alchemist, he practiced medicine less and less.

With his skill in diagnosing by sight, he could tell at a glance that the middle-aged man was ill.

This diagnostic skill relied on perceptive awareness, needing no aid from spiritual energy, which was well-suited for Shen Feng's current situation.

"I want the strand of jade beads on your wrist," Shen Feng said bluntly.

After a brief moment of surprise, the middle-aged man smiled, "Young brother, although these jade beads aren't worth much, the price is not something you can afford. I acquired them at an auction for 5.8 million."

He had assumed that this oddly dressed young man, who looked no different from a beggar, would back down when faced with difficulty.

But the next second.

All those present stared at Shen Feng with peculiar looks.

All they heard him say was, "I won't buy your jade beads, I want you to give them to me."

The middle-aged man's face showed displeasure; did this young man have some problem with his brain?

Fatty Qian spoke up to drive them away, "Please leave, the two of you. There's nothing here suitable for you."

Clearly, the middle-aged man was a valued guest of Fatty Qian's.

Su Jingyu's expression changed slightly; she recognized the identity of the middle-aged man, and as she was about to pull Shen Feng away,

"Your sense of taste has been malfunctioning for two years now, hasn't it? You can no longer taste any flavors."

"I can help you recover your sense of taste. In return, you will give me the strand of jade beads on your wrist," Shen Feng stated astonishingly.

Fatty Qian, Su Jingyu, and the middle-aged man were all momentarily stunned.

Su Jingyu, an intern at The First People's Hospital in Wuzhou, had seen this middle-aged man at the hospital before.

The largest and most luxurious ZY Club in Wuzhou City belonged to this middle-aged man.

Wang Anxiong could be said to have a certain influence in Wuzhou, with an extensive network of friends.

Because she was an intern, Su Jingyu knew about Wang Anxiong's loss of taste, and all the doctors at their hospital were at a loss about his condition.

She had heard that Wang Anxiong visited many famous doctors over the past two years, but the sense of taste on his tongue never returned.