64: The whereabouts of the colorful powder

Nan Qingyue paced back and forth in the room next door, her heart filled with anxiety.

She had originally wanted to go along.

But Li Changfeng stopped her, "You've been tired these past few days. Just stay here and get some good rest."

Regarding those words.

Nan Qingyue could only nod, and she went to the wing room to rest.

Before she knew it, she fell asleep.

When she woke up, three days had already passed.

Nan Qingyue had been too exhausted lately.

In the ward where Situ Jiu was located.

Bang.

Following a dull thud.

The door to the ward was opened.

"Master, how is Situ Jiu?" Nan Qingyue asked anxiously.

But what met her eyes.

Was none other than the Nine Songs Sword.

The sword pointed at Nan Qingyue's throat; if she moved, she would surely lose her life!

Li Changfeng turned his head, and seeing it was Nan Qingyue at the door, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Buzz.

The Nine Songs Sword circled once in the air.

Finally, it entered its scabbard with precision.

"Qingyue, you're here." Li Changfeng hurriedly stood up.

"Master, how is A Jiu?" Nan Qingyue asked anxiously.

She had intended to wait with her master for Situ Jiu to wake up.

But Nan Qingyue was truly too exhausted.

She had accidentally fallen asleep.

"Nan Feng, how is he?" Li Changfeng turned back and asked.

"I haven't closed my eyes for three days and three nights. Hero, shouldn't you let me get some sleep?" Nan Feng grumbled.

"Cut the nonsense!" Li Changfeng snorted coldly, his fingertips moving as if to draw his sword!

"Alright, alright! I'm really scared of you." Nan Feng shook his head helplessly.

Then, Nan Feng slowly stood up.

"He won't die for now, but after three days, that might not be the case!"

"The medicine I used can only keep him for three days."

"After three days, it will all depend on his luck!"

Nan Feng picked up a cup of tea, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one go.

His mouth was parched; he had long since reached his limit.

Nan Feng let out a breath.

"What do you mean? Has the poison not been neutralized?" Li Changfeng asked.

"Our clinic's medicinal ingredients are incomplete; we're missing one herb. If we had this herb, saving this kid wouldn't be difficult," Nan Feng said seriously.

"Quick, tell me, exactly which herb is it?" Li Changfeng's eyes lit up.

If there was a way.

He had to get his hands on that medicine!

Nothing must happen to Situ Jiu!

"Kid, do you know about Seven-Colored Powder?" Nan Feng's eyes brightened as he suddenly asked.

"Seven-Colored Powder? Isn't that a poison?" Nan Qingyue was stunned.

"Poison?" Li Changfeng's face darkened.

"Exactly, it's a poison. This kid's poison must be fought with poison! Otherwise, he's certain to die!" Nan Feng didn't beat around the bush.

Nan Feng lowered his head, and after reflecting for a moment.

A sharp glint flashed in his mind.

"Where can this medicine be found?" Li Changfeng pressed.

"There is none in Yizhou City." Nan Feng shook his head.

"Bah! You old geezer, aren't you just talking nonsense?" Nan Qingyue snorted coldly.

"If it's not in Yizhou City, where are we supposed to get it?"

"Aren't you just intentionally not saving him!"

Nan Qingyue's face was dark, her heart trembling.

There were only three days.

After three days.

Situ Jiu will lose his life to the Yellow Springs.

As such, they didn't have much time left.

Something as potent as Seven-Colored Powder wasn't something one could just obtain at will.

"Tell me, where is the Seven-Colored Powder." A cold glint erupted in Li Changfeng's eyes.

At this moment, Li Changfeng's gaze narrowed as he stared intently at Nan Feng.

This look gave Nan Feng a start.

"I say, Young Master, could you not get so worked up?" Nan Feng sighed helplessly.

"It's not like I'm not going to tell you!"

"Besides, do you think you're the only ones who want to save him?"

"If I can't save him, wouldn't that be ruining my own reputation?"

Nan Feng's brow furrowed as he looked at Li Changfeng as if he were an idiot.

"Then where exactly can the Seven-Colored Powder be found?" Nan Qingyue didn't waste words and continued to press.

Nan Feng thought carefully.

After a long while.

He finally spoke slowly, "There is one place."

"Where?" Nan Qingyue asked.

"Yizhou City's Auction Pavilion!" A flash of inspiration crossed Nan Feng's mind.

"I recall that at midnight tonight, there will be a dose of Seven-Colored Powder at the auction."

"However, whether you can get it or not is hard to say."

Nan Feng's brow was tightly knit.

Nan Qingyue's eyes lit up. "How do we participate?"

"This Auction House probably isn't a place one can just enter at will, right?" Li Changfeng nodded.

"Indeed," Nan Feng replied.

"This Auction House is the property of Mulan Manor. To bid at the Auction House, one needs a certain status."

"It's best to be someone from the Three Sects and Four Families, or buy an Invitation Card."

"Upon entering the Auction House, the guards will confiscate your weapons."

"Only then can you enter the Auction House."

Nan Feng recalled for a bit and then told them everything.

But after hearing this.

Li Changfeng was somewhat suspicious, and he took a sharp breath.

"You're just a physician, yet you're so well-informed about this auction?" Li Changfeng asked.

Facing the suspicion.

Nan Feng was slightly taken aback. "I'm a local of Yizhou City after all, so naturally, I would know."

"Master, let's go to the Auction House!" Nan Qingyue was a bit anxious.

"We have to save Situ Jiu!"

"Master!"

Li Changfeng's face was grim, a cold glint erupting in his eyes.

Buzz.

Suddenly, the Nine Songs Sword unsheathed once more.

With a flick of his wrist, Li Changfeng pointed the sword at Nan Feng.

"I'll have to trouble Physician Nan Feng to come with us." Li Changfeng's lips curled.

How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

First Situ Jiu gets poisoned, and then after arriving in Yizhou City, the city is full of pharmacies and clinics?

After treatment, he says one herb is missing?

And it's only available at Mulan Manor's Auction House?

Isn't all of this just too coincidental!

"What are you doing? If you kill me, this kid can't be saved! Only I can save him!" Nan Feng's face darkened.

Nan Feng was relying on his trump card.

As a result, he had some confidence.

"I won't kill you; I just want you to come with us, sir." Li Changfeng's lips curled.

Nan Feng took half a step back, looking wary.

"I say, Young Master, can I not go?" Nan Feng asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Nan Qingyue wore a serious expression.

"I think you must go," Li Changfeng chuckled.

What a smiling tiger he was!

Nan Feng took a sharp breath, feeling extremely helpless.

"Let's talk about this. Look, someone needs to watch my shop, right? If I leave, who will see the patients?" Nan Feng didn't want to go.

His body language screamed refusal!

"Talk my ass!" Li Changfeng pushed Nan Feng, intending to leave.

"Hey, you're even using foul language. How uncouth!" Nan Feng was quite disgusted.

"Cut the crap!" Li Changfeng didn't waste words, hoisting Nan Feng onto his shoulder and forcibly taking him away.

Nan Qingyue watched this scene from behind, chuckling to herself.

This Nan Feng was truly interesting.

However, she hoped there was no connection between him and Mulan Manor.