Chapter 332 - 128: Towards the Dao (3)

Chapter 332: Chapter 128: Towards the Dao (3)

But Fang Rui had no such restrictions. "Even if my future students were to beg me to come out of retirement and get me a government position, I still wouldn’t go!"

’Yes, that settles it. But there’s no rush to open the school. The most urgent matter is to first break through beyond the First Grade.’

’My previous line of thought, inspired by watching Old Yuan shatter his Celestial Heart Seal, was to use Spiritual Power to form a seed, replacing the Spirit Seed, and detonate my Gang Essence...’

’A method like that would be far purer than the so-called Seed Path!’

Fang Rui mused, his eyes glinting. ’After more than ten years of painstaking research and inference, I have the foundation and a new line of thinking. All I’m missing is a genuine Seed Path Martial Saint to use as a reference.’

"But where am I supposed to find a Seed Path Martial Saint?!" he sighed.

"Young friend Fang Rui!"

Just then, Zhou Changfa’s voice called from outside. "Quick, come with me! An order came from on high, summoning all the renowned physicians in the city for a consultation with a major figure!"

"Is it that Qi Martial Saint?"

"Hm? Young friend Fang Rui, how did you know? Oh, silly me, I forgot. You were Old Yuan’s neighbor..."

Zhou Changfa leaned in and whispered a warning, "Young friend Fang Rui, you can’t get out of this one. And whatever you do, don’t do anything foolish. At most, just go through the motions."

He spoke the last part of his sentence in an extremely hushed voice.

"I understand. Thank you for the reminder, Brother Zhou. Just a moment, I’ll get ready and be right with you."

Fang Rui informed Mrs. Xue of the Fang Family and Third Lady, then grabbed his medical kit and hurried away, thinking to himself, ’Old Yuan, I really owe you one. You even left me a huge parting gift!’

’With this piece of the puzzle, my new technique for breaking past the First Grade should be complete very soon.’

Fang Rui returned at midnight.

Well, not because the patient was cured. It was because Qi Ba, the Martial Saint, had passed away.

Fang Rui hadn’t pulled any tricks, because there was no need.

By now, his Medical Skill was on par with even the legendary Bian Que from his past life. After just one look, he had immediately made his diagnosis: incurable, beyond saving, just wait for death.

’Truth be told, a Seed Path Martial Saint’s life force is exceptionally resilient. If I had truly gone all out, there was perhaps a ten or twenty percent chance of success. But how could I possibly have made a move?!’

Setting aside his personal feelings, Fang Rui wouldn’t have taken the gamble anyway.

He was a master of the art of self-preservation. With such low odds, a successful treatment wasn’t guaranteed to win him any favors, while failure would most likely cost him his life.

’Why would I enter a bet I’m guaranteed to lose?!’

Of course, that didn’t stop him from putting on a show of making a diagnosis, all while collecting data on the Qi Martial Saint’s physical condition.

「The next day.」

Caozhi Hall did not open for business.

An apprentice came out to greet the crowd. "Our master has announced that the clinic will no longer be open. Instead, we’re opening a private school. Everyone is welcome to send their children to study here!"

To his face, the crowd offered their congratulations, but the moment they turned away, the gossip began.

"What a tragedy! Without Divine Doctor Fang’s Dragon Essence and Tiger Fierce Kidney Supplement Pills, how will I continue my nightly conquests? My thirty-six concubines, won’t they be..." Lord Ximen wailed, his face a mask of sorrow.

"I know, right? Giving up being a perfectly good Physician to become some kind of tutor... Has he lost his mind?" another person huffed.

"Heh, if he were sick, wouldn’t Divine Doctor Fang be the first to know? Who’s to say that under the Elder’s influence, Divine Doctor Fang hasn’t also become proficient in the Holy Books!" The words seemed to defend Fang Rui, but the tone was dripping with sarcasm.

"He’s just making a scene. Once his school fails, I bet Divine Doctor Fang will come crawling back to his clinic."

"Dear, I don’t think Divine Doctor Fang is the type to do things on a whim. What if we send our son over to try it out?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if that Doctor Fang came to our door and got on his knees to beg me, it’s still absolutely impossible..."

"A physician teaching the Holy Books?! He’ll corrupt the youth! What utter nonsense!" an old scholar declared, shaking his head sagely.

"If there are those in the world who slander me, insult me, laugh at me, belittle me, and look down on me, how should I handle it? Just you wait thirty years and see how they are then!"

"For me, if thirty years isn’t enough, then I’ll wait three hundred."

Hearing the public’s criticism, Fang Rui simply smiled, unconcerned. "Besides, how could they possibly know? My true purpose for reopening Caozhi Hall in Shangluo City has already been achieved!"

He opened his status panel and looked at the Cultivation Technique column. One for Martial Arts and one for Spirit Master—two techniques were shining like starlight.