"Young Master Ling, you've arrived."
Mu Renmin offered Ling Fan a gentle smile, like a kind elder.
Ling Fan nodded slightly at Mu Renmin.
Mu Renmin said, "Young Master Ling, I have some rudimentary medical knowledge. If you don't mind, I can take a look."
Ling Fan pondered for a moment and revealed his injuries.
Spiderweb-like cracks covered Ling Fan's body, making it seem as if he could shatter into countless pieces at any moment.
At that instant, Mu Renmin was dumbfounded!
Even though she had seen it once before, Mu Yiyi was once again stunned.
What a terrifying and dreadful injury!
And to endure such an injury and still be alive, what a formidable physique that must be.
Everything before them had shattered the father and daughter's understanding.
Ling Fan put on his clothes.
Casually, he said, "This cannot be healed by medical arts."
Mu Renmin also sighed, "Young Master Ling's physical body is truly the strongest I've ever seen in my life. Even the flesh of those in the Giant Spirit Realm might not be comparable. It's a pity, a pity that Young Master Ling's cultivated precious body is almost half-ruined..."
"Young Master Ling, if you need anything at all, as long as I, Mu, can do it, please do not hesitate to ask. Although I don't have any particularly great abilities, I don't wish to see such an unparalleled genius perish."
Ling Fan thought for a moment and said, "Please, City Lord Mu, give me all the remaining hundred-year-old medicinal herbs."
"Don't worry, I won't take them for free. I have some spirit cores here, which can be exchanged."
Ling Fan took out twenty spirit cores.
Instantly, extremely pure spiritual energy permeated the air. The radiance emanating from the spirit cores made Mu Renmin and his daughter widen their eyes in shock.
"Spirit cores... they are actually spirit cores!"
Mu Yiyi exclaimed, covering her small mouth with her hand.
Mu Renmin was also full of surprise.
The identity of this young man seemed far beyond his imagination.
Not only had he cultivated such a powerful physique, but he could also casually produce such rare heavenly treasures.
"Is that enough?"
Ling Fan asked indifferently.
"More than enough! Actually, such large spirit cores, just eight or nine would be worth the value of those spirit herbs. I'll go arrange it now."
Soon.
All the thousand-plus spirit herbs of hundred years or older, reserved by the City Lord's mansion, were delivered to Ling Fan.
An ancient, simple-looking cauldron flew out from Ling Fan's body.
The Samsara Divine Cauldron appeared. The moment it was aimed at the thousand-plus hundred-year-old spirit herbs, countless thread-like essences of the herbs were stripped away from them.
Soon.
A pool of liquid, as green as jade, appeared at the bottom of the Samsara Divine Cauldron.
"The hundred-year-old spirit herbs in the Upper Heaven Realm are as effective as three to five hundred-year-old herbs in the outside world..."
Ling Fan was very satisfied.
He opened his mouth and swallowed.
Drops of green liquid flew into his body, like sweet rain after a long drought, nourishing Ling Fan's parched physical body.
Even the cracks in his body and the hidden injuries deep within his flesh began to heal under the efficacy of the essence from these hundred-year-old herbs.
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The City Lord's Mansion of Maplewood City.
Mu Renmin was handling some tedious affairs.
Suddenly, Mu Liouma and his grandson Mu Tianlang appeared, full of anger.
The two did not announce themselves and barged in rudely.
"What's going on!"
As soon as Mu Liouma appeared, he questioned Mu Renmin head-on.
"What's going on? Uncle, what are you talking about?"
Mu Renmin asked in astonishment.
He didn't know what had gotten into Mu Liouma to be so furious.
Mu Liouma said, "You dare to play dumb? I'm asking you, where are all the hundred-year-old spirit herbs in the treasury! Where did they go! Were they all given by you to that good-for-nothing your daughter brought back!"
"You, Mu Renmin, your guts are too big! Confess honestly, did you collude with that good-for-nothing to embezzle funds in this way? Speak, what's your split with that good-for-nothing, one-nine? Two-eight? Or three-seven?"
Mu Renmin frowned, "Uncle, you've misunderstood. It's not what you think."
"Then what is it! If you don't give me a satisfactory answer today, I'm not done with you! Separation! Separation! If you continue to run the City Lord's Mansion like this, it will be ruined sooner or later!"
"I'd better take my rightful share and leave the City Lord's Mansion as soon as possible, lest I be implicated by you later!"
Mu Liouma's outburst, even for the good-tempered Mu Renmin, ignited his anger.
"Uncle, don't be so unreasonable! I, Mu Renmin, have always acted uprightly and with a clear conscience! When have I ever done anything to betray Maplewood City or the City Lord's Mansion?"
"Yes, I gave all the hundred-year-old herbs to Young Master Ling, but Young Master Ling didn't take them for free. Instead, our City Lord's Mansion benefited from him!"
"Ridiculous!"
Mu Liouma said, "Damn it, this brat took so many precious spirit herbs from the City Lord's Mansion, and you say we benefited from him? How outrageous! I'd like to hear what he exchanged them for."
"Twenty spirit cores, and they were the size of human heads."
Mu Renmin uttered these words coldly.
In an instant.
Mu Liouma and his grandson Mu Tianlang were struck by lightning, frozen on the spot.
They simply couldn't believe their ears.
"Twenty... spirit cores! And the size of human heads..."
"How is that possible!"
"That kid looks so shabby, how could he possibly have such treasures!"
Mu Tianlang exclaimed.
"Tianlang, don't judge people by their appearance! You don't know that there's always someone better. Although your talent is good, it's only within Maplewood City. If you look down on Young Master Ling so much, how do you know that Young Master Ling might be a genius you can never catch up to!"
Mu Tianlang sneered, "Are you trying to tease me? That sickly weakling who can't even fart with a slap, how can he be better than me? Laughable! I'm a genius with the hope of entering the Four Symbols Sect!"
Mu Renmin shook his head.
He knew that no matter how much he advised, his arrogant nephew would never listen.
Mu Renmin was too lazy to argue further with the grandfather and grandson.
He directly sent someone to fetch a spirit core.
When this human-head-sized spirit core was placed before Mu Liouma and his grandson, they finally believed it.
"Spirit cores of this quality... did that kid really give twenty of them!"
Mu Liouma said, his voice trembling.
"I wouldn't miscount twenty, would I?" Mu Renmin said with a cold smile.
"Hiss!"
Mu Liouma immediately gasped.
"If they were indeed spirit cores of this quality and weight, let alone twenty, less than ten would be worth the value of our spirit herbs. Speaking of which... it really is us who benefited from that kid!"
"Benefited from what, Grandfather? This kid still owes us! You know, a man is innocent, but jade brings about sin. If this kid wasn't protected by our Maplewood City, how could he possibly withstand such treasures!"
Mu Tianlang's eyes flickered with envy, jealousy, and hatred.