Shennong Dao Master

"Zhao Xing, relax a bit." Yang Baihe suddenly reminded, "Don’t be too tense."

"History doesn’t record things in such detail. What the Thirteenth Prince should say or do, you can improvise freely as long as you don’t go too far." Yang Baihe secretly transmitted. "I’m keeping an eye, for instance, right now you could chat with this Wang Shuning about your illness, and inquire about the information on the item list."

"Understood." Zhao Xing nodded.

Looking at Wang Shuning, he quickly recalled the historical books he had read and indeed remembered Wang Shuning’s name.

So he attempted to converse with Wang Shuning.

The Thirteenth Prince Zhao Changling suffers from a disease known as ’brittle bone syndrome’, which makes him destined never to become a martial artist. Since the foundation of martial arts is the golden bone, and Zhao Changling’s illness makes his bones continuously shrink, it’s utterly impossible to succeed in cultivation.

Zhao Xing’s conversation with Wang Shuning begins with brittle bone syndrome.

"Pharmacist Wang, I have traveled millions of miles seeking good medicine from the Medicine King Realm to treat my innate rare condition."

"Now that Senior Bing Ju has emerged, the Medicine King Realm has produced many talents over the years, is there any elixir recipe for treating brittle bone syndrome?"

Zhao Changling is not visiting the Medicine King Realm for the first time; he was brought here to seek treatment and medicine shortly after he was born, but at that time, Bing Ju had not emerged yet.

"Your Highness, your illness is one of the innate terminal illnesses; living is easy, but curing is difficult. I fear even my ancestor may find it hard to cure you, but perhaps he has made some breakthroughs during his absence. At the feast at the Medicine King Mansion, you will certainly find answers."

The rules at the Medicine King Realm are structured this way; forums are held in batches and by different specifications.

Third-class guests can’t even see Pharmacist Bing Ju, while second-class guests like Zhao Xing are only attended by Wang Shuning.

Whether he can attend the Medicine King Mansion’s banquet depends on how many treasures Zhao Xing brings and whether they are selected.

Only those selected have the privilege to attend the Medicine King Feast.

Judging by Wang Shuning’s words, it means waiting is still necessary.

However, Ji Si had painstakingly seized this opportunity, how could it be wasted?

Turning his thoughts, Zhao Xing sighed, "Sir, now I am over eight thousand years old. With the help of the Emperor, I barely reached the Life and Death Dao Domain Realm, but it is just a lifeline."

"Throughout my life, I have never experienced the thrill of a true battle, nor have I felt the joy of cultivation. It has been nothing but torment."

"Don’t laugh at me, sir, I’ve nurtured this illness for eight thousand years; my body is fine, but I’ve nearly nurtured a heart demon."

Wang Shuning, with his benevolent heart, felt somewhat empathetic hearing Zhao Xing speak like this. Yet while he sympathized, he did not show much else, merely gave routine comfort: "Your Highness, do not be too sad, perhaps the chance for a cure will come soon."

Zhao Xing raised his head, his eyes a bit moist: "Sir, I heard from the Emperor that when I was still in swaddling clothes, it was you who diagnosed me, and you even held me."

Wang Shuning froze, was there such a thing? He had seen too many patients in his life, and living for so long, he periodically cleared away some insignificant memories, and indeed he did not remember.

But what Zhao Xing said seemed to trigger some impressions.

Not waiting for him to think deeply, Zhao Xing added: "Sir, the Emperor once said you are the most compassionate pharmacist in the Medicine King Realm, and it was you who proposed the Three Spirits Diagnosis Method, which extended my life for many years. You could say you are like a father to me!"

Zhao Xing’s words repeatedly reinforced Wang Shuning’s memory; indeed, the Three Spirits Diagnosis Method was a niche therapeutic theory he proposed.

If the Thirteenth Prince were feigning politeness, how could he know these? Bear in mind, he was appointed to receive the Thirteenth Prince without prior confirmation.

Could it be that he really looked after this child once?

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhao Xing pleaded somewhat desperately: "Uncle, over the years, I’ve squandered too much wealth, causing dissatisfaction among the court officials, and even my parents and brothers see me as a burden... Woe is me."

Ji Si was bewildered hearing this from behind, and Yang Baihe was also somewhat stunned.

Brother, I asked you to improvise, not to overdo it.

He was about to remind Zhao Xing not to act too excessively, when unexpectedly at that moment, Wang Shuning suddenly lowered his voice: "Your Highness, before my ancestor emerged, I heard him mention several obscure treasures, but the quantity needed is limited. If Your Highness has these kinds, perhaps it could..."

From then on, Yang Baihe could hear no more.

Clearly, Zhao Xing had stirred Wang Shuning’s sympathetic heart, and the latter really gave him some inside information.

"Is your Grand Minister of Agriculture always so shameless?" Yang Baihe transmitted to Ji Si, with some incredulity in his voice.

First pharmacist, then sir, and now he’s calling uncle!

The key point is, it seems this boy has really managed to extract some useful information.

"You don’t understand, the Grand Minister of Agriculture calls it knowing when to hold on and when to let go," Ji Si said with some admiration.

Yang Baihe: "..."