Chapter 559: Linghu Strikes Again!

Upon hearing this, Linghu Dongyuan's face changed instantly.

His body trembled slightly, not from fear but from anger.

He had served as the Transmission Elder of the Linghu Family for thirty years, and no one had ever dared to speak such words in his presence.

"Impossible!"

Linghu Dongyuan angrily rebuked Jiang Feng, his voice loud.

"Linghu Xing means everything to the entire Linghu Family! She is the most likely of the Linghu Family in a hundred years to reach the Martial Lord level, a Heavenly Pride! Who would want to harm her!"

His face flushed crimson, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and the anger in his chest seemed about to burst forth.

"Jiang Feng, I can forgive you for misdiagnosing the condition and getting the prescription wrong, but it is absolutely impossible that our Linghu Family is at fault!"

Linghu Dongyuan's voice was full of disbelief and anger.

He could not believe, nor did he want to believe, that someone from the Linghu Family would lay a hand on Linghu Xing.

Kinship slaughter is a major taboo in any clan, let alone against the family's most precious treasure.

If this gets out, where will the Linghu Family put its face?

Inside the family, people will also be panic-stricken.

Jiang Feng heard this and gave a contemptuous smile, curling his lips into a cold smirk.

He said nothing, but walked to the table, pointed at the bowl of leftover medicine dregs, and spoke lightly.

"Please, Linghu Elder, explain why the Purple Ice Vine Root in my prescription turned into Purple Flame Grass!"

His voice was not loud, but each word was crystal clear, like a knife thrust straight into Linghu Dongyuan's heart.

As soon as he said that, Linghu Dongyuan instinctively shouted, his voice trembling.

"Purple Flame Grass's medicinal property is intensely hot, it can most easily increase fire poison—no! Impossible!"

He took a few steps to the table, lifted the medicine bowl, and brought it to his nose to sniff.

A strong herbal scent rushed over him, and Linghu Dongyuan's complexion changed instantly.

His nose is very sensitive; after decades of practicing medicine, he can tell most herbs just by smell. But the scent of this bowl of medicine dregs is clearly off.

He then dipped his finger into the bowl, took a bit of the remaining medicine dregs, and put it in his mouth to chew.

Purple Ice Vine Root and Purple Flame Grass look similar, but their medicinal properties are opposite. One is cold in nature, used to suppress fire poison; the other is hot in nature, used to provoke fire poison.

Their tastes also differ: Purple Ice Vine Root is slightly bitter and astringent, while Purple Flame Grass is pungent and throat-irritating.

After chewing twice, Linghu Dongyuan's body shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning, and he froze in place.

His mouth hung open, his eyes stared wide round, and his face was full of shock.

"It really is Purple Flame Grass..."

Linghu Dongyuan muttered to himself, his voice full of confusion.

His gaze turned vacant, as if he were looking at an impossible fact.

"How could it be Purple Flame Grass! I clearly saw the herbs I picked, personally decocted the medicine—how could it turn into Purple Flame Grass!"

His mind was in utter chaos.

He recalled that when he was decocting the medicine, he had indeed left once to check on Linghu Xing's condition. In the span of a cup of tea, the medicine pot was left on the stove, unlocked.

If someone had tampered during that time, swapping the Purple Ice Vine Root for Purple Flame Grass, he would not have noticed.

But who did it?

Linghu Dongyuan's gaze turned gloomy, and his aura became sharp.

Jiang Feng paid no attention to Linghu Dongyuan, turned around, and walked to the bedside.

The most important thing now is to stabilize Linghu Xing's condition; other matters can wait until after we save her.

He opened the medical kit he brought with him and took out a packet of silver needles from inside.

Jiang Feng pulled out the finest silver needle, located the acupoint on Linghu Xing's wrist, and gently inserted it.

His technique was very skilled, fast and accurate, each needle hitting just the right spot.

As the silver needle pierced the skin, Linghu Xing's body twitched slightly, but she did not wake up.

Then came the second needle, the third, the fourth…

The silver needles were inserted one by one into Linghu Xing's arm, shoulder, chest, and abdomen.

With each needle inserted, Linghu Xing's body twitched slightly, and the expression of pain on her face eased a little.

Jiang Feng's movements were swift and steady; sweat beads trickled down his forehead to his cheeks, but he had no time to wipe them away.

His entire focus was on the silver needles; the depth, angle, and force of each were adjusted with extreme precision.

Linghu Dongyuan stood aside, watching Jiang Feng's skilled technique, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He had practiced medicine for many years, considering his medical skill extraordinary, yet compared to Jiang Feng, the gap was not just a little.

If such a person could be employed by the Linghu Family, what need to worry about the family not prospering?

Unfortunately, he is not.

About ten minutes later, Jiang Feng inserted thirty-six silver needles into Linghu Xing's body. The thirty-six silver needles, arranged according to specific acupoints, formed a complex pattern.

Then he used a silver needle to lightly prick Linghu Xing's fingertip.

Black blood flowed from the fingertip, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound.

Immediately afterward, on Linghu Xing's arm, where the silver needles had pierced, black blood began to seep out.

That was toxic blood contaminated by fire poison.

Accompanied by a surge of hot blood flowing out, Linghu Xing's complexion gradually returned to normal, and her breathing became steady.

She stopped moaning, her brows relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The temperature in the room also began to gradually drop.

It dropped from over fifty degrees to forty, then to over thirty degrees; although still hot, it no longer had the previous suffocating feeling.

Jiang Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a long breath.

He reached out and pulled out the silver needles on Linghu Xing's body one by one, wiped them clean with alcohol cotton, and put them back into the cloth bundle.

"These past few days, I will personally prepare all of Linghu Xing's medicines."

He paused, and his voice became even colder and harder.

"But you, the traitor of the Linghu family! Please, Linghu Elder, you catch him yourself!"

Linghu Dongyuan's face was full of complexity as he looked at Jiang Feng, remaining silent for a moment.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Then he clasped his fists with both hands.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor Jiang!"

His voice was a little hoarse, carrying a hint of shame.

As the Transmission Elder of the Linghu family, he had failed to protect the family's Heavenly Pride, nearly allowing the villains to succeed. If it weren't for Jiang Feng's timely discovery, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He clearly knew that there was indeed a problem within the Linghu family.

This medicine was decocted by Linghu Fu, who had just blocked Jiang Feng; with Linghu Dongyuan's medical skill, he should have noticed the change in the medicinal ingredients inside right away.

But he trusted his own disciples too much, thinking no one would dare tamper with Linghu Xing's medicine. As a result, he was wrong.

Now it seems that there really is someone within the Linghu family who wants Linghu Xing dead!

Linghu Fu…

He is very likely just a pawn, with someone else behind him.

That person is hiding very deeply, to the point that even Linghu Dongyuan doesn't know who they are.

Linghu Dongyuan's gaze turned icy, and the aura on his body became sharp.

He must drag that person out, no matter who they are, no matter how powerful their background, and make them pay the price.

"She needs to rest now; I'll come tonight to prepare her medicine!"

Linghu Dongyuan hurriedly followed behind, respectful in attitude, personally seeing Jiang Feng out the door.

The two walked out of the room, one in front of the other.

Just as they stepped out of the doorway, a figure rushed over.

Linghu Fu's face was full of anger, his eyes wide as he pointed at Jiang Feng's nose and shouted.

"Jiang Feng, is it you who killed Elder Xing!"

"I knew you had no good intentions! You wished Elder Xing would die so that your woman would have one less rival! Su Xueyan, that wild bastard, has hated Elder Xing since childhood; as her man, how could you possibly truly save Elder Xing!"

Linghu Fu became more and more agitated as he spoke, rolling up his sleeves ready to rush forward.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour Jiang Feng.

"Today I will eliminate this calamity for the Linghu family!"

He took a sudden stride forward, clenched his fists tightly, and threw a punch at Jiang Feng's face. The fist wind howled, carrying the power of the Heavenly Human Realm, enough to split mountains and shatter stone.

But before he could get close to Jiang Feng, Linghu Dongyuan let out a cold snort.

His speed was astonishing; he struck out with a palm that landed solidly on Linghu Fu's chest.