Chapter 759: Unable to Treat

Bian Huo thought about it carefully and guessed that the people of Ziqiong Sect wanted to hide in Centipede Valley for a while because they were afraid of being hunted by their enemies. So they followed the example of Venerable Fengxue and claimed that they were sick and had not recovered. In this way, they could stay in Centipede Valley.

When he said this, most of the firewood had burned down and the light became dim. Li Changxiao chopped some firewood and threw it into the fire. In a moment, the fire became bright again.

Li Changxiao poured a few bowls of wine from the gourd and hung it on the fire to warm it. The faint aroma of wine filled the air. He also took out the sweet dried melon seeds from his left and right sleeves and gave half to Wang Ruyi. The two of them ate melon seeds, drank wine, and listened to the past. That leisurely feeling was enviable.

When Bian Huo thought of this, his eyes were solemn. He didn't like drinking, but for some reason, he still drank a few sips of wine and found that he was very drunk. He asked, "Boy, your medical theory contradicts mine. Tell me, are they real or fake illnesses?"

"Now I figured it out. Just like this woman, you can't see the symptoms at all, but I can see them at a glance. Maybe I can't see the symptoms at all, but you can see them at a glance."

Bian Huo was arrogant, especially in medicine.

If the two of them had different medical theories, Li Changxiao's performance would have opened Bian Huo's eyes to a certain extent. Otherwise, with Bian Huo's character, he would never bring it up again. He would never ask or consult others about "medical" matters.

Wang Ruyi spat and stopped talking. She was good at discussing state affairs, but she knew nothing about immortal cultivation, not to mention the medical theory. She was still a "patient" now. But she couldn't help but imagine that if the spiritual energy had not been exhausted, perhaps there would be one more immortal couple in this world. Then he took the excuse of curing the disease, curled up, cherishing the moment of warmth.

Li Changxiao replied: "It is a real disease." Bian Huo asked: "Why? Can you see the clues?" Li Changxiao shook his head and said: "Old Bian, I'm telling the truth. In terms of medical theory, you are countless times better than me. You are a mountain, and I am a gravel on the roadside. If you can't see it, how can I see it?"

Li Changxiao said again: "The reason why I am sure that Venerable Fengxue is sick is because... I have seen his corpse."

Bian Huo said in surprise: "After that time, I did pay attention to the movements of Venerable Fengxue. I heard that he died in Baolaizhou. Before he died, he left behind a legacy to attract countless people to compete for strength." Li Changxiao said: "It's fake." He pretended that Venerable Fengxue inherited the legacy, but actually lured Tianjiao to come and wanted to take over the body. He explained it one by one.

He also said that Venerable Fengxue went through a lot of trouble and finally killed himself. The reason for everything was all because of the disease without any symptoms.

Hearing this, Bian Huo was stunned, and then his eyes flickered. After a long time, he sighed and said, "It is true." Even though he had inferred it long ago, it was only an inference. It was not until today, when he heard about the end of Venerable Fengxue, that the doubts in his heart fell to the ground.

He did not deliberately make trouble. But the symptoms were very strange, and there was really no way to seek medical treatment.

Bian Huo said: "Strange, strange..." Li Changxiao asked: "Are the ninety-seven people of Ziqiong Sect still alive? I will go to ask them." Bian Huo said: "They are also dead."

Li Changxiao was surprised: "Ninety-seven people, all dead?" Bian Huo said: "Yes."

Then he went back to the previous situation. After Venerable Fengxue left, the ninety-seven people who were clearly cured but still claimed to be sick came to seek medical treatment a few days ago.

At first, Bian Huo was still wondering if his medical skills had really regressed and he could not cure them completely? So he grabbed a few people and took their pulses carefully. It was found that there was indeed no disease at all.

Bian Huo could not help but get angry. He was already upset because of the matter of Venerable Fengxue. He felt that he, a great doctor, was being teased like this.

He kept thinking, I saved you, you are not grateful, but you are learning from that bastard to tease me. In anger, he closed the door and refused to see visitors, and declared: "From now on, I, Bian Huo, will never treat Ziqiong Sect disciples again."

So he studied medicine hard and shut himself up. This seclusion lasted for two years, not seeing anyone and not caring about anything.

In the previous year, he could occasionally hear the sounds of Ziqiong Sect disciples walking and talking in Centipede Valley in front of the door, and even through the cracks in the door, he could vaguely see many people kneeling in front of the door to seek medical treatment. Bian Huo was so angry that he felt that Ziqiong Sect was really an ungrateful person who humiliated him in different ways.

So he was obsessed with studying medicine and no longer heard what was happening outside the window. A year passed quickly like this.

Since the second year, the sounds of people walking and talking outside the door have gradually decreased. When summer turns to autumn, the cool breeze blows and there is no more noise outside the door.

Bian Huo guessed that the disciple of Ziqiong Sect had left because he was bored. He then reopened the door and looked around. All ninety-seven wards had been demolished, and the patients of Ziqiong Sect had undoubtedly left.

Although Bian Huo drove Venerable Fengxue and ninety-seven people out of Centipede Valley, he was still unhappy and felt that there was a cloud over his heart. After two years of hard research, most of the herbs and poisons in his home had been used up.

So going up the mountain to look for medicine can also be regarded as a pastime. After two years, Centipede Valley has not changed much, because the terrain of Centipede Valley is strange. It is a place where the five poisons gather. Poisonous things can be seen everywhere along the way. Even a flower or a grass can kill people.

Bian Huo came to a cliff and saw a rare herb hanging on the cliff. So he flew up to pick it. But he saw a disciple of Ziqiong Sect at the bottom of the cliff, smashed to pieces.

Bian Huo was only slightly shocked, after all, it was not uncommon for a monk to die. But as he went into the mountains to collect herbs, he saw more and more corpses of monks. All of them were from Ziqiong Sect.

Some sealed their own spiritual energy, hanged themselves, some cut their throats, some were trapped in huge rocks, and some were thrown into rivers...

All kinds of ways to die.

All the bodies added together, no more, no less, a total of ninety-seven.

And they all committed suicide. The people of Ziqiong Sect, their cultivation is not low. If they did not intend to die, how could they be killed by hanging, cutting their throats, and waiting for death?

Bian Huo's legs went weak and his face turned pale. He was not sad for their death, but had suspicions in his heart.

They...may be really sick.

And he was unable to treat them.