Strongest Medical Saint

Ding Tianhu and the others did not know that Wan Guoming and his family of three were already dead; they followed Shen Feng into the room.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Shen Feng asked grumpily. Now that everything was resolved, were these people planning to spend the night in his room?

Jiang Zhongfu stepped forward with great respect and said, "Mr. Shen, your medical skills have astonished me! I wonder if you have signed up for the domestic medical selection competition?"

Although Jiang Zhongfu initially did not have a good impression of Shen Feng, the old man knew to backtrack from the wrong path, and Shen Feng couldn't be bothered to hold a grudge against him: "I have."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhongfu immediately became exuberant, mirroring the emotion Sun Dong Quan felt when first hearing the news.

Shen Feng was preparing to craft talismans. He said, "If there's nothing else, you all should go back and rest!"

Jiang Zhongfu wanted to chat more with Shen Feng, but Ding Tianhu gave a stern look and said, "Master Shen is going to rest now, let's not disturb him here."

Li Jianming, Zhang Gao, and other members of the Hell Training Camp pulled the reluctant Jiang Zhongfu and Sun Dong Quan out.

"Mr. Shen, I will also be participating in the domestic medical selection competition. We will meet in Tianhai," Jiang Zhongfu couldn't help saying.

Shen Feng replied casually, "See you in Tianhai!"

This finally settled Jiang Zhongfu down. After leaving Shen Feng's room, he looked at Sun Dong Quan and said, "Senior brother, Mr. Shen's medical skills are truly divine and transformative. In fact, I never really stopped studying Chinese medicine. How about we spar a bit?"

"By the way, how did you get to know Mr. Shen?"

Sun Dong Quan snorted coldly and said, "Who's your senior brother? Don't falsely claim relations with me."

It was quite clear that Ding Tianhu had no intention of keeping them, so they had to leave the Hell Training Camp first.

Thinking back on Jiang Zhongfu's previous actions, Sun Dong Quan, as he walked step by step outside the camp, couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.

He realized he might have misunderstood his junior brother before.

It turned out that Jiang Zhongfu never gave up the idea of reviving Chinese medicine in his heart; it's just that Chinese medicine had disappointed him over and over. He also wanted to save lives, so in the end, he had to switch to studying Western medicine for the time being.

In the entire Huaxia Country,

there were more than a few people who started on the path of Chinese medicine with full passion and eventually, reluctantly, switched to Western medicine.

Perhaps what the Chinese Medicine Community lacked was a leader, a genius with unparalleled medical skills. Those Imperial Physicians in the Capital City and the people from numerous Chinese medicine families, ensconced in their ways, only passed their medical knowledge to their own descendants, which was also a reason why Chinese medicine couldn't develop rapidly.

Now, a leader in the Chinese Medicine Community has appeared, a genius with unparalleled medical skills has emerged. All that is needed now is an opportunity for Chinese medicine to astonish the world in the hands of Shen Feng.

Sun Dong Quan was truly looking forward to the international medical competition. He had already forgiven Jiang Zhongfu in his heart but was unwilling to say it out loud. He whispered to himself, "Junior brother, it's good that you're back."

...

After everyone had left,

the room was left with only Shen Feng. He took out the cinnabar and talisman paper for crafting talismans that Ding Tianhu had bought earlier.

The talisman paper from Earth fundamentally did not qualify to be called talisman paper.

This kind of shoddily made talisman paper probably couldn't even withstand the power of a level one talisman.

Looking at the stack of talisman paper placed on the table, Shen Feng pressed his palm above the talisman paper. The Emperor King Jue technique operated within his body, and spiritual energy surged through his meridians, flowing into the pieces of talisman paper through his palm, beginning to nourish these poorly made papers. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Now, he could only improve these talisman papers with spiritual energy.

Moments later, Shen Feng shouted, "Solidify!"

The talisman paper soon emitted a sheen of light that swiftly receded into it.

It was still the same talisman paper, but it now gave off a markedly different feeling.

Shen Feng took out the Yin Spirit Brush, this time merely intending to craft some level one Fireball Talismans.

Crafting level two talismans not only consumed more spiritual energy, but due to the limitations of the paper—though it had been modified with his spiritual energy—the original materials were too inferior. A bit of spiritual energy couldn't elevate them to a high-end status instantaneously.

Once the talisman paper and brush were ready, Shen Feng began to prepare the liquid from cinnabar and other materials used in talisman crafting.

In no time, the liquid for talisman crafting was successfully prepared.

Shen Feng laid a piece of talisman paper flat on the table, dipped the tip of the Yin Spirit Brush into the prepared liquid, and started channeling spiritual energy into the brush.

The tip of the Yin Spirit Brush began to glow faintly.

Without hesitation, Shen Feng started drawing on the talisman paper.

A few breaths later.

A not-so-complex pattern was successfully outlined on the paper, and a flash of fiery red light passed over, soon retracting into the interior of the talisman.

The temperature around had noticeably risen in the instant when the fiery red glow appeared.

A level one Fireball Talisman was created with ease.

However, Shen Feng was not entirely satisfied; midway through, he felt the talisman paper begin to destabilize, prompting him to simplify the crafting steps.

Nonetheless, such a Fireball Talisman would be considered genuine in the Immortal Realm. But Shen Feng aimed to craft Fireball Talismans of his own invention—ones with thrice the power of ordinary talismans.

It seemed he had still underestimated the coarseness of the talisman paper on Earth. Despite spiritual energy modifications, it remained terribly inadequate.

Next.

Shen Feng consecutively crafted fifteen standard level one Fireball Talismans.

Through repeated crafting, he discerned the maximum energy the talisman paper could withstand.

In his mind, he began reconstructing the method of drawing the Fireball Talisman, intending to create the most powerful version with the least amount of spiritual energy.

After all, it was only a level one talisman.

Once Shen Feng was capable of crafting level two talismans, he rarely made Fireball Talismans, so during his time in the Immortal Realm, he hadn't thought to enhance their power.

Each stroke on the talisman paper, the variation in every line, all influenced the power of the final talisman.

Shen Feng held an esteemed position in the Immortal Realm's community of Talisman Masters, having pioneered many new talismans that significantly boosted their power.

It could be said that he was one of the most respected figures in the hearts of many talisman masters.

After half an hour of contemplation, Shen Feng, who had his eyes closed, slowly opened them, his mind now equipped with a freshly conceived way to draw a Fireball Talisman.

It was tailored precisely to the limit of what the talisman paper could handle.

In half an hour, to invent a new talisman structure was perhaps something only Shen Feng could accomplish. Many powerful talisman masters in the Immortal Realm lacked this ability.

Once again wetting the Yin Spirit Brush in the prepared liquid, the instant Shen Feng lifted the brush, spiritual energy surged into its handle.

His gaze fixed on the talisman paper on the table, and as the brush tip touched down, his hand holding the brush began to fluidly outline the new pattern, showing no sign it was his first attempt at this new talisman.