The news of Elder Du and Feng Luan ascending the mountain spread throughout Medicine King Valley.
"Senior Brother, do Master and Uncle have a rift?"
On the third peak of Medicine King Valley, Ji Feng squatted by the medicinal field, harvesting herbs while asking his senior brother. He had heard that his uncle brought the junior disciple into the sect today, and their master had severely reprimanded him. Although the junior disciple was a disciple accepted by his uncle outside the valley, logically, once his uncle took someone in, they were considered part of the valley. Why would they need further testing? Wasn't this a blatant slap in the face to his uncle?
Hearing his junior brother's question from behind, Ji Cheng looked up, his deep eyes falling on Ji Feng's face. Ji Feng instinctively flinched, almost crushing the Ganoderma he held in his hand.
Their master was a medical fanatic, and all the affairs of their third peak were managed by his senior brother. Whenever someone was lazy or negligent, his senior brother would punish them severely. Therefore, on the third peak, their master's authority was not as significant as his senior brother's.
Although Ji Feng didn't think he had said anything wrong, he felt a bit guilty under his senior brother's gaze. His eyes darted around, but he dared not meet Ji Cheng's eyes.
Ji Cheng slowly withdrew his gaze, carefully digging the soil and uprooting the entire ginseng plant before throwing it into the herb basket. He reprimanded sternly, "How can a disciple casually discuss the affairs of elders?"
Ji Feng was clearly a bit unconvinced, muttering softly, "I was just asking, where did I discuss it casually?"
Ji Cheng turned back, his gaze like a knife.
Ji Feng fearfully lowered his head.
Why so fierce!
It's precisely because your liver fire is too strong that you look so much older!
After staring at Ji Feng for a while, Ji Cheng lowered his eyes. Although he couldn't casually discuss elder matters, he still couldn't let his junior brother misunderstand the relationship between their master and uncle. So, he answered his previous question: "Master and Uncle have no rift!"
The relationship between Master and Uncle, how to put it.
Although Master was obsessed with medicine, his talent was average. Uncle, on the other hand, had excellent talent but did not diligently study. In Master's opinion, Uncle was wasting his talent, while in Uncle's eyes, Master was purely a blockhead.
A blockhead and a chosen one.
Logically, their relationship shouldn't be good, but these two did not despise each other.
Master did not feel jealous of Uncle's talent, nor did Uncle mock Master's dullness. When he was young, he often saw Master grabbing Uncle's trouser legs, forcing medical books into Uncle's hands. Uncle would scold him for a while, then resignedly pick up the medical book, and while grumbling, explain the medicinal formulas to Master.
Master wasn't making things difficult for Uncle; he simply didn't want to accept Feng Luan.
"Then why?"
Since his senior brother said so, Ji Feng was even more confused. If Master and Uncle had no discord, why make things difficult for each other?
Ji Cheng sighed, "Because of Feng Luan."
"Because Feng Luan participated in the court struggle."
Ji Feng belatedly exclaimed, "Oh, right! That Feng Luan is a genuine rebel!"
"That's indeed..."
Ji Feng clicked his tongue, utterly unable to comprehend why the junior disciple he had never met insisted on getting involved in court struggles that could lead to the annihilation of the entire family.
"Senior Brother, give me the "Myriad Herbs Collection" that Master gave you before. I'll let my disciple cram a bit before the fight, striving to dampen the junior disciple's sharp edge."
Ji Feng suddenly stood up, tossed the herb basket at Ji Cheng's feet, turned, and dashed away, his voice carried by the wind into Ji Cheng's ears.
Was this a request?
This was outright theft!
This bastard was going to snatch his "Myriad Herbs Collection"!
"You get back here!"
Ji Cheng roared angrily.
The sound caught up to Ji Feng, who covered his ears, pretending not to hear.
The "Myriad Herbs Collection," here I come!
...
"Bang~"
When a medical book as thick as a brick was slammed in front of her, Qing Ning felt like collapsing. She looked up at her panting and slightly excited master, her face drooping to her pectoral muscles. But she still held onto a glimmer of hope: "Master, this is yours..."
"No, it's for you!"
Ji Feng directly shattered his little disciple's fantasy.
"Call all your senior brothers, junior brothers, senior sisters, and junior sisters over. Study it together!"
Cramming knowledge, learning what you can learn.
While the Qing generation on the third peak was being forced to study the "Myriad Herbs Collection," Nan Shiying was drinking soup. Regardless of anything else, this chicken soup simmered with free-range chicken and wild ginseng was indeed fresh and sweet.
Qing Yuan drank three large bowls before reluctantly putting down the soup bowl.
"Burp~"
Full!
The third peak had gone mad, actually starting to study the "Myriad Herbs Collection." Did Uncle Ji Feng really think they could defeat the junior uncle with last-minute cramming? It was simply a huge joke.
Uncle Ji Cheng was also something else, actually giving the "Myriad Herbs Collection" to Uncle Ji Feng.
Qing Zhu put down his chopsticks and rice bowl, neatly aligning the chopsticks to the right of the rice bowl. Then he asked Nan Shiying, "Junior Uncle, would you like to go and see the "Myriad Herbs Collection"?"
"Pfft~"
Qing Yuan almost choked on her rice.
No, we finally avoided a disaster, why are you jumping back into the pit, Senior Brother.