346: Yan Junchun

"Divine Doctor Yang, three sets of Materials plus twenty thousand God Crystals—as long as you sign a cooperation agreement with our Tianchi Chamber of Commerce, you will be a friend of our Tianchi Chamber of Commerce from now on."

Tang Da raised his offer once again, a look of absolute confidence on his Face, as if he were certain that Yang Lingchen would be moved by such generous terms.

"Brother Zhou, please see our guest out."

Yang Lingchen gave a contemptuous smile, turned around, and walked into the small courtyard behind the medical hall.

His voice was resolute, without the slightest hesitation, clearly showing he had no interest in Tang Da's proposal.

"Yang Lingchen, don't be ungrateful. If you offend our Tianchi Chamber of Commerce, there will be no place for you in the entire Heavenly Saint City."

Seeing this, Tang Da's expression instantly darkened. He hadn't expected Yang Lingchen to deny him Face so completely. His eyes widened, his Face filled with rage, and his voice became sharp and piercing.

"Manager Tang, please leave!"

Zhou Wenhong spoke in a cold tone and made a gesture for the other to leave. His expression was serious, showing no fear of Tang Da's threats.

"Hmph...!" Tang Da snorted coldly, a chill flashing through his eyes. "Ungrateful brat, we'll see about this."

With that, he stormed out of Lingchen Medical Hall, his back radiating anger and resentment.

Less than an hour after Tang Da left, a middle-aged man dressed in Wu Clan robes walked into Lingchen Medical Hall.

The newcomer was none other than Wu Xi, the manager of the Tianwu Chamber of Commerce.

"Is Divine Doctor Yang here?"

Compared to Tang Da, Wu Xi's attitude was clearly much better. His voice was gentle and polite, and the faint smile on his Face made one feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze.

"Divine Doctor Brother, someone is looking for you."

Zhou Sihan called out softly toward the backyard. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a nightingale's song.

Hearing someone was looking for him, Yang Lingchen walked out. When he saw Wu Xi in his Wu Clan robes, he frowned and said, "I am Yang Lingchen. May I ask what business this Senior of the Wu Clan has with me?"

Yang Lingchen's tone carried a hint of doubt and caution.

"Divine Doctor Yang is too polite. I am Wu Xi, a manager of the Tianwu Chamber of Commerce. I heard that Divine Doctor Yang can refine top-grade Medicinal Pills, so I came specifically to pay a visit."

Wu Xi spoke, his eyes filled with admiration and respect for Yang Lingchen.

"Senior Wu, I assume you didn't come just for a visit?"

Yang Lingchen said, his gaze fixed on Wu Xi, trying to see through the man's true intentions.

"Divine Doctor Yang, besides visiting you, I was also entrusted by the President to talk about a potential cooperation," Wu Xi said, his tone sincere and his attitude genuine.

"Senior, there is no need for cooperation. I, as a Junior, currently have no intention of collaborating with any organization," Yang Lingchen stated, his expression firm and showing no sign of wavering.

"It's alright. Since Divine Doctor Yang has no plans for cooperation, that's fine as well. My main goal today was actually just to get to know you," Wu Xi said, his Face still bearing a gentle smile, not at all angered by Yang Lingchen's refusal.

"What's going on with this Wu Clan? Why are they being so polite to me?"

Yang Lingchen was also puzzled.

He secretly pondered Wu Xi's intentions, his heart full of doubt.

"Senior Wu is too kind. If a suitable opportunity arises in the future, it won't be too late to cooperate then."

Yang Lingchen said; despite his confusion, he remained polite and courteous.

"Alright, then it's a deal," Wu Xi nodded with a smile. He could see that Yang Lingchen had no intention of cooperating for now, so he didn't want to push it.

If Yang Lingchen really had a connection with the Eldest Young Miss, it would be a huge problem. One must know that the Eldest Young Miss was notoriously ruthless and bloodthirsty, and she was also the Reincarnation of an ancient powerhouse of the Wu Clan.

Wu Xi exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving Lingchen Medical Hall. His figure vanished at the entrance, leaving Yang Lingchen lost in thought.

"Who is Yang Lingchen?"

Just then, a cold and arrogant voice rang out. A well-dressed young man in white silk robes walked in, holding a folding fan. His eyes were cold and haughty, carrying an air of insufferable pride.

The newcomer was none other than Yan Junchun, the second son of the Heavenly Saint City Lord, and he was also the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Saint City's Danbao Pavilion.

Since Danbao Pavilion primarily focused on selling Medicinal Pills, his purpose for coming to Lingchen Medical Hall was to discuss cooperation with Yang Lingchen.

"Fuck, today is just never-ending!"

Yang Lingchen cursed inwardly, then stepped out and said, "I am Yang Lingchen. Young Master, are you here for a consultation or to exchange for Medicinal Pills?"

There was a hint of impatience in Yang Lingchen's tone.

"Stinky brat, open your eyes and look. Does This Young Master look like someone who is sick?"

A shadow crossed Yan Junchun's eyes; his gaze was full of disdain and anger, as if he had been insulted by Yang Lingchen's words.

Yang Lingchen scrutinized Yan Junchun for a moment and said in a low voice, "You are sick. And it's quite serious."

Yang Lingchen's expression was serious and his gaze firm, as if he were very confident in his diagnosis.

"Very well, then tell me where This Young Master is sick. If you can't give me a proper explanation, don't blame This Young Master for being impolite."

Yan Junchun's voice was extremely cold. He knew his body very well and believed himself to be perfectly healthy, except for that one area being a bit small; there was nothing else wrong with him.

He gripped the folding fan in his hand tightly, as if he might strike at any moment.

"You have a congenital male problem," Yang Lingchen said with a half-smile, a hint of craftiness in his eyes as if he were deliberately provoking Yan Junchun.

"Stinky brat, you... how did you know?"

Yan Junchun suddenly pulled Yang Lingchen aside and whispered.

His Face was filled with surprise and fear; he hadn't expected the secret he had hidden for years to be seen through by Yang Lingchen at a single glance.

"How I know isn't important. What matters is whether or not you want it cured."

The corners of Yang Lingchen's lips curled up in a playful smile. His eyes were full of confidence, as if he already held Yan Junchun's lifeblood in his hands.

"I do... I do...!"

"Divine Doctor Yang—no, Brother, I'll call you Brother. As long as you can cure me, wherever you point your finger will be my battlefield."

Yan Junchun said excitedly, his expression instantly becoming fawning, his eyes filled with longing and expectation.

When Yan Junchun was young, he didn't think there was anything wrong with him. It wasn't until one day, while he was intimate with his childhood sweetheart, that she mocked him mercilessly. Only then did he realize that his 'equipment' was indeed very different from that of an ordinary person.

Later, after the Heavenly Saint City Lord Yan Zongheng learned of his son's problem, he searched for every famous divine doctor in the Divine Realm, but in the end, none of them had any effect.

"Your Physique is the Saint Yin Physique, which causes you to have insufficient Yang Qi. To cure your problem is actually quite simple, but there are several Spirit Medicines you must find; otherwise, I will be powerless to help."

Yang Lingchen began to talk nonsense, his expression serious as if he were sharing a major secret.

"Divine Doctor Yang, please tell me."

Yan Junchun asked hurriedly. For him, as long as his problem could be cured, he would find a way to get even the most precious Materials. His eyes were full of urgency and desire.

"You have the Saint Yin Physique and were born lacking Yang, so you must find Saint Yang Fruit, Earth Dragon Grass, and Ice Heart Liquid. These Spirit Medicines are items of extreme Yang and are the key Materials for refining the Saint Yang Pill."

Yang Lingchen said.

"Can the Saint Yang Pill really cure this problem of mine?" Yan Junchun asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Yang Lingchen, trying to find any flaw in his expression.

"Of course. As long as you find these Spirit Medicines, your problem can be easily solved. At that time, your martial arts talent will also reach the level of a top-tier Genius."

Yang Lingchen spoke with such confidence that one couldn't help but believe him.

"Divine Doctor Yang, is that true?" Yan Junchun's eyes instantly lit up.

A spark of hope ignited in his heart, as if he could see a happy future ahead.

"Don't underestimate these Spirit Medicines; they are quite rare," Yang Lingchen reminded him. His serious expression made Yan Junchun understand the difficulty of the task.

"Divine Doctor Yang? You aren't tricking me, are you?" Yan Junchun asked.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes; after all, he had consulted so many divine doctors before without any results.

"Tricking you brings me no benefit," Yang Lingchen said, his gaze steady, causing Yan Junchun to believe him once more.

"Fine, I'll trust you this once," Yan Junchun said. "I wonder if Divine Doctor Yang has a way to temporarily alleviate my symptoms?" His tone carried a hint of expectation.

"This bottle contains Root-Strengthening Pills. They take effect immediately after consumption, but one pill only lasts for half an hour. Use them sparingly."

Yang Lingchen took out a small bottle and handed it over. Since he had plenty of Materials, he had refined various miscellaneous Medicinal Pills.

"Can I try one first?" Yan Junchun asked. His eyes were glued to the small bottle as if it were his last hope.

"You may," Yang Lingchen said.

"Alright, then I'll give it a try."

After saying that, Yan Junchun swallowed a Root-Strengthening Pill. He felt nervous and expectant, wondering if the pill was truly effective.

Within a few breaths, Yan Junchun felt a noticeable change in his body.

A look of surprise and joy appeared on his Face, his heart filled with delight.

"How is it?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"It really works!" Yan Junchun's Face beamed with joy. "Divine Doctor Yang, you are simply my lifesaver! By the way, how many God Crystals for this bottle of pills?"

His tone was full of gratitude and excitement.

"These Root-Strengthening Pills are a gift," Yang Lingchen said. "However, you'd better find those Spirit Medicines; only then can you fully recover." Yang Lingchen's tone carried a hint of concern.

"Thank you, Brother Yang. From today on, you are my benefactor. This is my sound transmission jade; call me anytime you need something."

Yan Junchun took out his sound transmission jade and handed it to Yang Lingchen. His eyes were filled with sincerity and gratitude.

"Is Brother Yan perhaps from the City Lord's Manor?" Yang Lingchen smiled and took the sound transmission jade.

He was secretly surprised; he hadn't expected the other party to be from the City Lord's Manor.

"My father is indeed Yan Zongheng." A trace of pride and arrogance appeared on Yan Junchun's Face.

"So it's the Young City Lord," Yang Lingchen said, cupping his hands. His expression became respectful, as the power of the City Lord's Manor was not to be underestimated.

"Brother Yang is too polite. The Young City Lord is my elder brother; you can just call me Junchun." Yan Junchun chuckled and said urgently, "Brother Yang, I'll take my leave now. I'll visit again another day."

"Alright, go quickly! Don't let that pill go to waste," Yang Lingchen said with a smile, watching Yan Junchun's hurried departure.

"Brother Yang, let's grab a drink another day."

With that, Yan Junchun sped off toward the City Lord's Manor like a streak of light, moving so fast as if he were afraid the pill's effect would wear off.