"Han Jia Tie Qi?"
The name sounded familiar for a moment.
Feng Yinwan frowned in confusion, then looked up to see the man observing the faint silver armor emerging below the mountain, his tone filled with pride.
"Han Jia Tie Qi are the most capable private troops under Ye Tinglan's command, capable of fighting a hundred to one on the battlefield, striking fear into all who hear of them. With them on guard, the manor will surely be safe."
He had delayed his departure for Yunzhou for these past two days precisely because he was waiting for the Han Jia Tie Qi to arrive. Now that they were in position, he could naturally leave with peace of mind.
Feng Yinwan only knew of Ye Tinglan's reputation as a God of War but was unfamiliar with these details. Seeing his exaggerated description, she was taken aback.
"Is it really that formidable?"
Ye Tinglan had personally led the battle on the border before. If they were truly so powerful, why would he have been severely wounded, and why would the army have been so easily defeated?
She felt he was blindly praising them.
Unexpectedly, Feng Wuxi glanced at her upon hearing this and let out a dismissive chuckle.
"So little faith in your ex-husband?"
"..."
Feng Yinwan found it pointless to argue.
After a day of bumpy travel, they arrived in Yunzhou.
Looking at the precipitous mountain terrain and the swirling mists around the peaks, Feng Yinwan instantly understood the meaning of "Yunzhou."
The mountain peaks were majestic, and a gentle breeze whispered through, gathering the essence of the sun and moon. It was indeed a good place to cultivate rare herbs.
Seeing her still in a daze, Feng Wuxi stepped forward.
"The headquarters of the Immortal Medicine Sect is located within Yunzhou City. We'll head there directly after entering the city."
Their sole purpose for this journey was the Ling Jiang grass.
Feng Yinwan nodded, about to agree, but suddenly thought of something and stopped.
Sensing a change in her expression, Feng Wuxi asked, "What's wrong?"
Feng Yinwan felt a pang of guilt under his gaze.
"Since we're already here, why not... buy another Qi Ling Pill to take back?"
The word "buy" was spoken with extreme uncertainty.
Earlier, at the Jiangzhou secret auction, Feng Wuxi had purchased the Qi Ling Pill for an exorbitant price of sixty thousand taels of gold. Although she had played a part in driving up the price, if they were to buy one now, it likely wouldn't be cheap.
After a moment's thought, she decided against it.
Saving Feng Yueli was more important. At most, he could sell a few more cultivation techniques.
Having made up her mind, she looked up and met Feng Wuxi's derisive gaze.
"Buy another one? That's a Qi Ling Pill, not candy! Do you think this is that simple!"
His expression clearly implied she was an idiot.
Feng Yinwan was angered, "If there's Ling Jiang grass, aren't you afraid of not having elixirs?"
She stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing.
Having heard Feng Wuxi talk about it so often these past two days, she had almost forgotten that the Ling Jiang grass was merely a vague rumor, the sole motivation for their trip to Yunzhou.
Realizing her slip of the tongue, she pursed her lips and said,
"I never go back on my word. Whether there's a Qi Ling Pill or not, I will continue to treat Miss Li's illness."
Having stayed in Wuxi Pavilion for so long, she could feel that Feng Wuxi bore no ill will. And after spending so much time with such genuine people, she had long considered them her own.
Feng Wuxi's expression faltered upon hearing this, and he uncomfortably averted his gaze.
After a moment, he spoke awkwardly.
"The matter of the Immortal Medicine Sect is not as simple as you think."
The so-called "Immortal Medicine Sect" was merely a general term, its internal structure complex, comprised of several sects of varying sizes.
The immortal medicines that appeared at the Jiangzhou secret auction had all originated from the Xuanmen within it. The Xuanmen held a crucial position within the Immortal Medicine Sect, and they were the most mysterious and elusive.
Qi Ling Pills were rare and hard to come by.
Not expecting this, Feng Yinwan was also slightly taken aback.
"Xuanmen?"
Upon hearing these two words, the image of a figure in black robes almost flashed into her mind.
That night in the dilapidated temple, the words "Zi Shen Xuan Dan" spoken by the person in black further corroborated this.
Her fingertips, pressed against her bracelet, tightened, and a hint of determination appeared in Feng Yinwan's eyes.
The bracelet, could it be related to the Xuanmen?
It was indeed a vast and deeply entrenched power. As Feng Yinwan saw the headquarters of the Immortal Medicine Sect, her legs felt distinctly heavy.
All the words in her heart condensed into two: "Wealth!"
She gazed longingly at the large, red-and-gold signboard, her saliva almost dripping. Feng Wuxi glanced at her with disdain.
"Can you put away that country bumpkin look?"
Embarrassing!
Feng Yinwan, her eyes dazzled by the aura of wealth, was nearly deafened.
"What did you say?"
"Look at your lack of ambition!"
Feng Wuxi truly couldn't bear to watch.
The next moment, a weight settled on her shoulder. Feng Yinwan saw him pat her shoulder, looking at her with the eyes of someone encouraging a youngster.
"You stay at Wuxi Pavilion and diligently treat Li'er. In the future, I, this Lord, will also give you a medical hall with a golden signboard. How about it?"
He was already feeling the pain of uttering these words, yet Feng Yinwan was still not satisfied.
"Forget the medical hall. Just give me the cultivation technique pavilion directly."
As a sole physician, what use would she have for a medical hall? Was she to become a donkey grinding at a millstone?
Feng Wuxi: Deceased, do not disturb.
Unlike the jade token of Jiang Rumao they had used at the Jiangzhou secret auction, Feng Wuxi possessed a special jade token, which he referred to as a symbol of status.
Feng Yinwan, lacking such status, merely cast a covetous glance before he put it away. His warning gaze clearly indicated she should not harbor any ideas.
"This way, please."
After waiting for a short while at the entrance, a young attendant in medicinal robes came to guide them. Feng Yinwan followed, her nearly completed drool starting to flow again.
Seeing this scene, she truly couldn't help but exclaim at its magnificence!
Indeed, those involved in medicine in ancient times were rolling in wealth!
Firmly believing this principle, Feng Yinwan stroked her chin and set a small goal: within five years, she would take over the headquarters of the Immortal Medicine Sect!
The moment this thought emerged, it was immediately quashed by Feng Wuxi.
He narrowed his eyes and shot her a cold glance, almost directly calling her unambitious.
"Please wait here for a moment, the two of you. Our president will be here shortly."
The attendant finished speaking and withdrew. Feng Yinwan took the opportunity to break free from Feng Wuxi's grasp, her eyes scanning the rows upon rows of herb storage shelves that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The moment she entered the lobby, she had smelled a potent medicinal aroma. Based on her many years of professional experience, the shelves must contain good things!
As her thoughts raced, her steps had already moved forward. Feng Wuxi's temple twitched, and just as he was about to step forward to stop her, a sound of footsteps reached them first.
Immediately after, a man in medicinal robes appeared.