Chapter 713: Treating the Sick Beauty

Outside the room, the handmaiden paced back and forth, waiting anxiously.

Beside her stood a square-faced, middle-aged man. He was the shopkeeper of this Trading House, named Huang He.

“Shopkeeper Huang, why aren’t they out yet?!”

The handmaiden had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that no one had come out, she was just about to break down the door when, with a CREAK, it opened.

Ye Wushuang walked out, followed by the Sick Beauty.

She had changed into a beautiful set of clothes, and the color in her face had improved considerably. There was even a faint blush on her pretty cheeks.

She stole a glance at Ye Wushuang, still embarrassed about what had happened earlier. But there was no one to blame; she could only blame the domineering nature of the Ultimate Yang True Fire.

Fortunately, however, the White Lotus Ice Heart Purifying Flame was temporarily suppressed by the Ultimate Yang True Fire. Her pain had subsided, bringing her a new hope for life.

Of course, it wasn’t a complete cure. That mass of Exotic Fire had already fused with her heart, and forcibly dispelling it would be counterproductive.

Therefore, Ye Wushuang chose to use the Ultimate Yang True Fire to suppress it, helping her with the Refinement of this Exotic Fire so she could make it her own.

This way, not only would her illness be resolved, but she would also come to possess a powerful Exotic Fire.

An Exotic Fire ranked eighteenth on the Exotic Fire List was a rare find, practically a treasure.

“Miss, did he offend you in any way?” Upon seeing the Sick Beauty emerge, the handmaiden rushed forward, looking her up and down.

“Xiaohuan, do not be rude to the Young Master.” The Sick Beauty shot Xiaohuan a glare, then turned to Ye Wushuang. “Young Master, Xiaohuan is my handmaiden. We’re as close as sisters. She was just overly concerned for me, which is why she offended you. I apologize on her behalf.”

“It’s fine.”

Ye Wushuang said coolly, “Your illness is temporarily suppressed. It’s nothing serious. A few more treatments and it can be completely cured. Remember to come find me tomorrow. I’ll take my leave now.”

‘Completely cured?’

Hearing those two words, both Xiaohuan and Shopkeeper Huang He stared intently at Ye Wushuang, thinking they must have misheard. It was unbelievable.

Xiaohuan in particular, her round eyes wide in disbelief. As her Miss’s handmaiden, she knew exactly how difficult the illness was. It was considered a terminal disease!

Yet, coming from Ye Wushuang, it was ‘nothing serious’!

Shopkeeper Huang He was even more stunned.

“Young Master…”

He snapped back to his senses and had just stepped forward when Ye Wushuang turned back to him and said, “Right, Shopkeeper, your Trading House should have a good stock of medicinal herbs. Could you help me collect the herbs on this list? The more you can gather, the better. I will purchase them with Spirit Stones.”

Ye Wushuang handed Huang He a list—it was the formula for the Nine Spirit Heavenly Essence Pill.

“Rest assured, Young Master, I will do my utmost to find them. You can come pick them up in three days.”

Huang He took the list and promised.

“Then I thank you in advance.” Ye Wushuang clasped his fist, glanced at the Sick Beauty once more, and turned to head downstairs.

Gazing at Ye Wushuang’s departing figure, the Sick Beauty recalled the scene in the room, and her face turned red again.

“M-Miss… what did… what did he just say? Is it true that he can cure your illness? And that it’s ‘nothing serious’?”

Xiaohuan was only now coming to her senses. An illness that even the Pill King couldn’t cure was really ‘nothing serious’?

Huang He also turned his head and asked, “Qianqian, he wasn’t lying to you, was he?”

“Uncle Huang, can’t you see that my condition has already improved? If he says it’s nothing serious, then it must be true. I believe him.”

The Sick Beauty said with certainty.

“Hahaha, in that case, it seems Qianqian has truly met a benefactor.”

Huang He immediately burst into hearty laughter.

“It must be that the Young Miss’s kindness moved Emperor Xuan Yang,” Xiaohuan chimed in. The Emperor Xuan Yang she mentioned was the ‘heaven’ of the Profound Sun Domain.

How could she know, however, that it wasn’t some Emperor Xuan Yang? But she was right about one thing: it was her mistress’s kindness that had moved Ye Wushuang to help.

Earlier, Ye Wushuang had already realized that the Sick Beauty was the Second Miss of the Wu Family, Wu Qianqian.

He originally couldn’t be bothered to intervene, but she had helped him at a critical moment. For that reason alone, he decided to act.

As she watched Ye Wushuang’s figure disappear, a smile appeared on Wu Qianqian’s face.

However, a thought occurred to her, and she felt a pang of regret.

‘I forgot to ask his name!’

She hurried to the top of the stairs, but Ye Wushuang’s figure was already gone.

‘But it’s okay. When I go to the Gao Yang residence, I’ll be able to find out his name.’

She murmured to herself. Ye Wushuang had already given her the address of the Gao Yang residence; she was to go find him once every day until her illness was cured.

“Qianqian!”

Just as Wu Qianqian was smiling to herself, three figures came up the stairs.

One was the Patriarch of the Wu Family, Wu Rongyuan. Another was the Eldest Miss, Wu Lanlan. And the last was a handsome and elegant young man.

They had all heard that Wu Qianqian’s illness had flared up and had rushed over from the Wu Family estate.

“Qianqian, how are you?!”

Wu Rongyuan walked up, looking extremely anxious.

“Father, Sister, I’m fine now.” Wu Qianqian gave a small smile, signaling for Wu Rongyuan not to worry.

“Master, the Young Miss met a benefactor today who suppressed her illness,” Xiaohuan said with a joyful smile. Although she had been hostile toward Ye Wushuang before, she had to admit that he was the one who had treated her mistress.

“Suppressed?”

The young man beside them frowned.

“What, are you unhappy to hear that the Young Miss is getting better?” Seeing the young man frown, Xiaohuan huffed in displeasure.

“Xiaohuan, hold your tongue!”

Wu Lanlan snapped coldly, then immediately turned to the young man. “Young Master Ming Lang, this handmaiden speaks without thinking. Please don’t lower yourself to her level.”

“It’s no matter. I am the Second Miss’s attending Pill Master. I only hope for her recovery, so how could I be displeased? I am merely curious as to who was able to treat the Second Miss’s illness. If we could find him and work together to find a method, perhaps we could completely cure her!”

Ming Lang said, his words earnest, as if all for the Second Miss’s sake.

Hearing this, Wu Lanlan couldn’t help but feel pleased.

Ming Lang was the number one genius of the Wutang Alchemist Guild, a Ninth-Grade Genius Alchemist, and the idol of every young woman in Wutang City.

At the same time, he was her idol as well.

She knew that Ming Lang was interested in her, and that he was treating Qianqian for her sake.

“Ming Lang, I believe that you alone are capable of refining an elixir to cure Qianqian’s illness,” Wu Lanlan said softly.

However, she didn’t see the sinister expression that flickered across Ming Lang’s face the moment he lowered his head.

“Master, there’s no need to worry about the Second Miss’s illness at all. That person said that her illness is nothing serious and will be cured after a few treatments.”

Xiaohuan hurriedly added.

“N-Nothing serious? Xiaohuan, are you telling the truth?” Hearing this, Wu Rongyuan’s face lit up with wild joy.

“‘Nothing serious’?” Wu Lanlan said, skeptical. “Xiaohuan, are you sure you didn’t just run into some arrogant fool? I met one just today when I went out. He also claimed he could cure Qianqian, but I exposed him on the spot. He was utterly useless.”

“Eldest Miss, what I’m saying is the absolute truth! If you don’t believe me, ask Shopkeeper Huang.”

She turned to Huang He, and Wu Rongyuan’s group of three turned to him as well.