Chapter 254: Spirit Method Dao Inheritance — Alchemy

Having obtained a super-large Space Ring, Cheng Feng naturally wanted to fill it with something at the very first opportunity.

He custom-made a series of small and exquisite storage boxes to hold gold, silver, jewelry, clothing, and footwear; these storage boxes were cleverly embedded into every corner inside the ring, both saving space and making them easy to access.

And this ring was Cheng Feng's greatest secret, aside from his Panmian.

Treasures should be possessed by those with the virtue to hold them; it is better not to be too clamorous if one wants to make a fortune in silence.

Cheng Feng had been diligently studying the Ghost Doctor Book and the Spirit Method Dao Secret Canon.

The content within the Spirit Method Dao was simply an eye-opener for Cheng Feng, just like Alchemy.

It was a pity that even if he followed the instructions, he could not do it; if he could not grasp the heat, medicinal properties, and pharmacology within, then he might truly be fated to miss out.

Cheng Feng had been working hard to raise the level of the Ghost Doctor Book, hoping to use the high level of the Ghost Doctor Book to pry open the entry to the Spirit Method Dao Secret Canon.

Fortunately, through the unremitting efforts of Cheng Feng and the women,

when the Ghost Doctor Book skill was raised to the Master level,

the Spirit Method Dao Secret Canon was finally entered.

Ghost Doctor Book: (Master 1/200)

Spirit Method Alchemy: (Entry 1/1000)

Cheng Feng looked at the one thousand points behind the Spirit Method Alchemy and was completely stunned. He widened his eyes, staring at the Panmian in disbelief, a strong sense of doubt and shock surging in his heart.

"Holy shit, Alchemy!" he muttered to himself, his voice carrying a trace of astonishment. This discovery plunged him into deep thought; he began to ponder the essence and rules of this world.

Could it be that Immortals really exist here? Perhaps it was because his own level was not high enough that he had not perceived these things.

Thinking of this, Cheng Feng could not help but feel a chill rise up his spine. He tried hard to restrain the fear in his heart, telling himself to calm down.

After all, Martial Dao already existed, so Immortals did not seem like much; everything was possible.

And after working so hard for so long, he had obtained such a big melon?

One thousand points; Cheng Feng's kidneys were roaring and trembling.

But Cheng Feng's eyes were shining.

To have so many base points, one could imagine that this Alchemy was not simple.

The road ahead is long and arduous, I shall search high and low.

Yonghe Hall.

A lady dressed in red walked gracefully toward Cheng Feng: "Doctor Cheng, I have been suffering from insomnia lately; please take a look for me."

This lady's surname was Liu; once Cheng Feng knew that this beautiful woman was the County Magistrate's Principal Wife, he never had any other thoughts—it was not as if he had never seen a woman, there was no need to want every one he saw.

Cheng Feng's gaze was gentle and professional, and he nodded slightly, looking every bit the rigorous, seasoned doctor.

He signaled for Lady Liu to sit down. He turned and took several sedative medicinal herbs from the medicine cabinet, and while grinding them finely, he asked softly: "Lady Liu, besides insomnia, are there any other symptoms? Such as heart palpitations, frequent dreaming, or loss of appetite?"

Lady Liu gently stroked the silk handkerchief in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, and she whispered: "It is true that I have many dreams; the scenes in my dreams are chaotic, and I feel exhausted upon waking. As for heart palpitations, they occur occasionally, but not frequently. As for my appetite, it is still acceptable, but when the night is deep and quiet, these long, long nights are the hardest to endure."

That soft and resentful tone was like a cat's claws scratching at his heart, making Cheng Feng feel strange, his Qi and Blood surging.

Cheng Feng took a deep breath, having already made some calculations in his heart. He carefully wrapped the ground medicinal powder and handed it to Lady Liu, saying warmly: "This illness of yours is mostly caused by excessive heart fire and overthinking. This medicine packet contains Ziziphus jujuba seeds, Polygala, and other substances to calm the spirit and settle the mind; take it with warm water before sleep, and it may provide some relief. But to cure the root, one must treat the heart; you should relax your mind and worry less in your daily life to truly sleep peacefully."

Lady Liu took the medicine packet and gave a grateful smile, though her eyes seemed to hold a thousand words that were hard to express. "What Doctor Cheng says is very true, but the world is full of disturbances and human hearts are fickle; how can one just let go when one says so?" She sighed softly, a trace of imperceptible sorrow and charm flashing in her eyes.

Seeing this, Cheng Feng felt slightly surprised, but also cried out that he could not take it; sure enough, a woman who had experienced the frost and snow was like vintage wine stored in a cellar—the unintentional charm was something even an old hand in the flower fields like Cheng Feng could barely handle.

He steadied his mind and only said: "If you trust me, Furen, you might as well try having a pot of tea with your close female friends and chatting about your worries; perhaps that might be of some help."

Upon hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Lady Liu's eyes, and she nodded gently: "That would be excellent; thank you, Doctor Cheng." Having said that, she rose slowly, her red clothes swaying, and left Yonghe Hall with a trace of imperceptible charm.

After Lady Liu's figure disappeared outside the door, Cheng Feng adjusted his breathing and turned to continue organizing the medicine cabinet.

Cheng Feng could not figure out what was going on with this County Magistrate's wife; her own husband was already the highest administrative official in this county, yet she still ran out saying she had insomnia.

He looked at the back of his hand that had been brushed by Lady Liu's handkerchief, which still faintly carried a fragrance. A flash of reverie crossed Cheng Feng's mind, then he shook his head: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Such a dignified beauty running out to have an affair?

The night grew darker, and the candlelight in Yonghe Hall flickered, stretching Cheng Feng's shadow long. He was absent-mindedly organizing the medicinal herbs while his thoughts had already drifted far away; his mind kept replaying that unintentional charm of Lady Liu and the faint fragrance she left behind when she departed, leaving him with mixed feelings.

"Doctor Cheng, what are you thinking about? You've almost turned the medicine cabinet into a mess." The voice of the apprentice Xiao Li suddenly came from outside, interrupting Cheng Feng's train of thought. He snapped back to his senses and found that the medicinal herbs in his hands had scattered all over the floor, and he hurriedly laughed awkwardly: "Oh, it's nothing, just a bit distracted. You've come at the right time; help me put these herbs back in their place."

Xiao Li responded and walked in to help organize. As the two worked, they chatted, but the topic drifted to Lady Liu before they knew it.

"Doctor Cheng, you've seen so many patients; it's not often that someone as noble as Lady Liu comes to seek medical treatment in person, is it?" Xiao Li asked curiously.

Cheng Feng smiled slightly, a flash of complexity in his eyes: "That's right, she is indeed different. However, a doctor's heart is like a parent's; no matter the patient's status, we should treat everyone equally."

Although he said that, Cheng Feng felt faintly in his heart that Lady Liu's visit was probably not just for treating insomnia. In her eyes, there seemed to be more unspoken secrets hidden.

When the night was deep and quiet, Cheng Feng lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Lady Liu's enchanting figure lingered in his heart like a nightmare, making him unable to let go.

He closed his eyes, trying to use the rationality of medical skill to analyze it, only to find that he had also fallen into a vortex of emotion.

Cheng Feng asked himself: "Could it be that I also have the attributes of Cao Cao?"

No, no, no.

Looking at Cuier sleeping soundly beside him, Cheng Feng climbed over, wanting to calm himself down.