Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor

Yun Sheng, busy with treating the illnesses, did not notice the oddity around the street corner.

If previously Xia Wenxu had only been suspicious, now he could be utterly certain that the young doctor who could concoct a Holy-grade Elixir was the same mysterious doctor who crafted the high-quality magic medicine, Moon God's Praise.

A doctor who practiced magic and was also proficient in ancient medical skills.

As the girl patiently inquired about the illness of a peasant woman, her expression of concern made one unconsciously forget about the illness, like a sudden glimpse of sunlight on a cloudy day.

In the air, it seemed as if a breath of freshness emerged momentarily, and a glint of light flashed through Xia Wenxu's eyes.

The sorrow shrouding that peasant woman seemed to fade away in an instant.

Besides Xia Wenxu, no one else could perceive that moment.

Who exactly is she?

Xia Wenxu scrutinized the girl as her lips curled up, revealing a pair of charming dimples on her face vividly.

She was a compelling young girl, not very old, yet her pair of black eyes seemed to have the power of insight into everything.

Xia Wenxu's heart stirred slightly, as if he remembered something.

It was her, the young female magician from Bizhou Village he had encountered before.

Unexpectedly, in just two years, she had grown into an adult.

Her appearance had become even more delicate, those eyes black as Moyu, and her smile, were unforgettable for Xia Wenxu.

As Xia Wenxu pondered, a male magician named Yu Ji interrupted his thoughts.

"But Si Ming, she truly is a doctor, didn't you see just now? What she used weren't medical skills?" Yu Ji was one of the young magicians who had encountered Yun Sheng years ago with Xia Wenxu, only he didn't recognize Yun Sheng at a glance.

"Yu Ji, you go back to Yujing Temple first, during this time when I am not in the temple, keep an eye on the movements of the Great Zhou Imperial Family," Xia Wenxu withdrew his gaze.

Realizing that the other party might indeed be the girl he had previously encountered, Xia Wenxu, whose heart always remained unruffled by anyone, felt a hint of disturbance.

Cool in nature, Xia Wenxu's eyes, capable of foreseeing people's future, were for the first time attracted by someone, and that person was the girl he had met in Bizhou Village.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, the two stood on a rather embarrassing opposite side of each other.

Chang Siming had already returned to the Main Temple, before his departure he only warned himself, once he confirmed the identity of the mage who concocted the new magic medicine, he should act immediately.

Both the Temple and the Mainland Magic Elite Camp are quite clear in their desire for talents.

On the continent, most of those who could be called geniuses have already been snatched away by various organizations.

When discovering new talents, the Temple only has two strategies; attract or if attraction fails, then eliminate them.

Xia Wenxu did not want to use the second method.

Therefore, he chose to blend into Little Ci'en Hall, and if possible, he still wanted to recruit Yun Sheng into the Temple.

"Si Ming, are you planning..." Yu Ji strangely looked at his own Si Ming, today he sensed something unusual about him.

"Qingcheng, this is an order," Xia Wenxu did not provide Qingcheng any further explanations. His brief sentence, however, read a chill to Qingcheng.

"Your subordinate obeys," Yu Ji's heart trembled slightly, he could not muster any defiance towards the Junior Fate who had been world-renowned since childhood.

Even among the younger generation of magicians in the Temple, Xia Siming was considered far more terrifying than Chang Siming.

Yu Ji once heard that when Si Ming was just a ten-year-old child, a traitor from the Temple attempted to steal a Holy Relic.

Si Ming didn't even blink; he just raised his Magic Wand, and after a brilliance of dazzling Light, that traitor was blasted into powder.

If still, all is calm; once moved, it demands a human life.

This Junior Fate, rumored by the outside world to be able to save lives, doesn't even furrow his brow when committing murder.

After speaking, Yu Ji immediately disappeared into a corner of the street.

Xia Wenxu stood at the street corner for a while longer, as the sun set and the moon rose, casting its hazy light on his exquisitely beautiful features, sculpted as though from jade.

He said softly, "Yun Sheng, I hope you are not my enemy."

Inside the Medicine Emperor Pavilion, fine luminous pearls brightened the hall.

The hall, filled with the fragrance of elixirs, had a solemn atmosphere on everyone's faces.

On the ground, a trembling Medicine Man knelt.

In front of him lay an open needle case, containing a row of practice iron needles shimmering with a cold light.

One of these needles had its shaft broken about two inches compared to the other practice needles.

It was these missing two inches of the broken needle that subjected the Medicine Emperor Pavilion to the greatest humiliation it had experienced since its founding hundreds of years ago.

Since Cheng Sihai returned with a stiff face, bringing back a group of ashamed Medicine Men and Pharmacists from the Medicine Emperor Pavilion, the pavilion had closed its doors and ceased operations.

Even the Grandmaster Wen was called over.

Qi Fangfei stood beside Grandmaster Wen, while Yao Rong just waited by the side.

No one dared to speak; the three hundred odd people of the Jade Capital Medicine Emperor Pavilion, including the Imperial Physicians, Four-direction Wanderer Doctors, Bell Doctors, Doctors, Medicine Men, and Medicine Gathering Boys, all stood somberly to the side.

No one dared to breathe a word.

"You all know what happened today," Grandmaster Wen spoke in an interrogative tone, yet his face no longer bore its usual smile.

An incredible disgrace, indeed a serious disgrace.

When it was discovered that during a charitable medical consultation, the Medicine Emperor Pavilion had been forced to slap its own face, exposing the act of a Medicine Man substituting a Doctor in administering acupuncture, and moreover performing it incorrectly, causing a bizarre illness.

By tonight, everyone in Yujing would know of this incident, which was instigated by the newly emerged Little Ci'en Hall.

"Master, this matter is really strange…" Cheng Sihai, still feeling numb in his jaw, was about to speak but was sternly glared at by Grandmaster Wen.

Though Grandmaster Wen, thanks to the elixirs for nurturing life, looked over a decade younger than Cheng Sihai, his authority as a superior was unmistakably evident at this moment.

Cheng Sihai, frightened, swallowed back the rest of his words.

"Master, I will immediately handle this matter. The priority is to deal with the guilty Medicine Man and to send people to reassure the affected patient," Yao Rong, as an Imperial Physician used to seeing all kinds of schemes and battles within the palace, remained very composed in this sudden situation.

This composure made her much steadier than Cheng Sihai, which brought some relief to Grandmaster Wen.

"Wang Yao Ren, do you admit your guilt!" Grandmaster Wen looked at the Medicine Man kneeling on the ground, his face ashen.

As a Medicine Man with five years of experience, the fact that he caused the needle to break and leave part inside the patient due to unstable hand control during acupuncture, was an error the Medicine Emperor Pavilion absolutely could not tolerate.

"I admit my guilt," Wang Yao Ren collapsed on the ground.

The Medicine Emperor Pavilion is the most authoritative medical hall on the continent, and entry into it guarantees a lifetime of security, but making a mistake within the Medicine Emperor Pavilion means all is lost.

From now on, he would never think of continuing in the Ancient Medical World again.

**Thanks to Yuluo, Hua Die, and Faraway1 for the rewards.**