The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 788: The White-Robed Physician

Jin Weide carefully took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it slowly, and immediately wrinkled his nose at the foul stench that assaulted his senses.

"What kind of poison is this, capable of turning ordinary flesh-and-blood humans into near-indestructible monsters?"

The other military physicians took a whiff and recoiled, frowning. This toxin was beyond their medical expertise to decipher.

After scrutinizing it several times, Jin Weide finally shook his head with a sigh. "It seems we must still rely on Young Hero Ling. Despite my extensive study of medical texts, I've never encountered any herb or poison flower that matches the composition of this poison flower."

"Young friend Ling, we can only trouble you with this task." Sun Gongming let out a hearty chuckle. "If you need anything during this time, just say the word. I'll do all I can to assist."

"I don't have any special requests," Ling Feng said calmly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "But I estimate the antidote will take two to three days to complete. In the meantime, I'd recommend spreading the word to the other fifteen garrisons—it'll help boost morale."

"Mm, you're absolutely right," Sun Gongming nodded thoughtfully. "Those soldiers stationed in corpse-infested cities could use some good news."

Ling Feng offered a faint smile. Once the message got out, even the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord would catch wind of it. In just a few days, that fiend would surely grow restless—and come knocking.

Everything was unfolding more smoothly than expected. With the garrisons on board, they could start stockpiling ingredients, mobilize physicians, and mass-produce the antidote once it was ready. The Blood Spirit Corpse plague might be wiped out sooner than anyone dared hope.

But the key to it all remained: eliminating the one pulling the strings behind the scenes—the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord.

That very night, Sun Gongming dispatched scouts to all fifteen cities, carrying news of the antidote.

To Ling Feng's surprise, Sun Gongming, as the commanding general overseeing the Blood Spirit Corpse crisis, held full authority over all sixteen garrisons.

This, in turn, took a great weight off Gu Tengfeng's shoulders. Knowing his resourceful nature, he'd likely head straight for Yanbao City once he heard the news, regrouping with Ling Feng at the first opportunity.

...

"Hyah! Hyah!"

A scout from Yanbao City's camp urged his desert drake onward, racing across the endless yellow sands. In this terrain, native demonic beasts like the desert drakes made the fastest mounts—far outpacing even hybrid demonic horses with their surging, thunderous strides.

In the distance, the scout spotted a lone figure in white robes trudging slowly ahead. As he drew closer, he noticed the traveler carried a medicine box—a physician, perhaps.

"Sir soldier, might you have come from Yanbao City?"

The white-robed physician clasped his hands in a polite salute, exuding an air of refined elegance.

"Aye, I'm a scout from Yanbao City, delivering news to Houtou City. But I've urgent business, so I'll keep it brief."

"Wait a moment," the physician said with a warm smile. "I've just come from Houtu City. When I heard the plague in Yanbao City was more serious, I hurried over, hoping to lend a hand."

"Hahaha!"

The scout burst out laughing atop his drake. "You're a bit late, sir! We've already got a divine physician in camp—Ling Feng. With him around, things are well in hand."

"Oh? Is that so?" The physician raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity.

"That's the message I'm spreading—Young Hero Ling says he'll have an antidote ready in three days."

The scout yanked the reins, impatience written all over his face. "Enough talk—I've got messages to deliver!"

With a sharp whistle, the desert drake charged off, kicking up a cloud of dust as it disappeared across the dunes.

"Heh... Ling Feng, Ling Feng. I gave you too much credit. Three days, and you still can't crack my Imperial Bloodshade Orchid?"

As the dust settled, the white-robed physician's face twisted into a wicked grin.

This was no ordinary doctor—it was none other than Lay Practitioner Qingling, the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord himself, Li Qingling in disguise!

After a few moments of eerie laughter, Li Qingling's expression calmed. The sinister gleam in his eyes faded, replaced by a mask of refined composure. Adjusting the medicine box slung over his shoulder, he resumed his slow, unhurried march toward Yanbao City.

...

The next day.

Inside the command tent, Sun Gongming, Vice-General Wang, and Jin Weide pored over a map, discussing logistics. Though Ling Feng's antidote promised victory, the sheer volume of herbs needed to treat millions of Blood Spirit Corpses across sixteen cities was staggering.

The Western Wilderness, barren and resource-scarce, lacked abundant herbs. They were now identifying nearby resource sites for mass harvesting once the antidote was ready.

Just then, a guard announced from outside:

"General, another volunteer has arrived, requesting an audience!"

"Not now!" Sun Gongming frowned. "With Ling Feng here, we've no need for others."

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"He claims to be a physician... and says he already has a cure for the Blood Corpse Poison."

"What?" Sun Gongming's eyelids twitched. "Already?"

Even Ling Feng needed a few more days. How could someone be faster?

"How peculiar. First, no one could solve the Blood Corpse Poison—now experts are popping up everywhere!" Jin Weide muttered, marveling at the unpredictability of talent.

"Bring him to me at once!" Sun Gongming blurted out without hesitation.

"Yes, sir!"

Moments later, the guard ushered in a white-robed middle-aged man. Clad in pristine robes, his demeanor was scholarly, his aura faintly medicinal—a clear mark of a master physician.

"This humble one is Lay Practitioner Qingling, at your service, General!" The physician clasped his hands respectfully.

"At ease." Sun Gongming waved a hand. "My guard says you've already devised a cure for the Blood Corpse Poison. Is this true?"

"Would I dare deceive you, General?" Li Qingling smiled faintly.

Jin Weide studied the man closely, then suddenly gasped. "Lay Practitioner Qingling? Are you the genius physician Li Qingling, who was named a divine imperial physician by the late emperor at just twenty-four?"

"Oh? Someone still remembers this old man?"

Li Qingling chuckled. Twenty years ago, he had abandoned everything to seek the secrets of immortality in the Western Wilderness, venturing to Wangduan Mountain.

Now, having emerged from that cursed peak, he was no longer the same Li Qingling—yet someone still recalled his past glory.

"This student is Jin Weide. I studied at the Evergreen Hall for five years. By tradition, you'd be my senior uncle."

Jin Weide bowed deeply, his face filled with reverence.

"Evergreen Hall..."

A flicker of nostalgia passed through Li Qingling's eyes, then vanished. The demon sword's corruption had eroded his human emotions—even memories of the past could no longer stir his heart.