Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor

The old man's food and every single aspect of his lifestyle were under strict control. Even then, the items reaching his hands would go through several layers of inspection.

Nonetheless, he was still poisoned, indicating that the perpetrator's skills were extremely sophisticated.

And very likely, it was someone close to him who had always stayed by his side.

Otherwise, there would be no opportunity to administer the poison.

Ever since he suffered from insomnia, the old man had used his power and connections to seek help from many capable individuals and famous Pill Masters for his treatment. Yet none of them could detect the poison in him.

Only Chu Feng managed to identify that the old man was poisoned.

This also made the old man hold Chu Feng's abilities in even higher regard.

He wouldn't mind waiting even two days, not to mention just two hours; he had to wait regardless.

After another short while, Chu Feng's figure finally appeared.

"Young friend, I shouldn't have doubted you. I apologize to you now!" Upon seeing Chu Feng, the old man immediately stood up excitedly and gave Chu Feng a deep bow.

Chu Feng, who had been indifferent, did not expect that the old man would apologize to him upon their meeting.

This eased a lot of the displeasure in his heart.

"There's no need for apologies; I cannot accept them! Tell me, what do you need?" Chu Feng quickly sidestepped to avoid the bow. He could not accept such a gesture from a person of advanced age.

"How dare you!" The servant behind the old man shouted angrily at Chu Feng.

"Get out!" The wealthy old man suddenly turned around, and the authoritative aura he unleashed was enough to make the air in the entire VIP room congeal.

Chu Feng was also secretly shocked, as it was rare for a common wealthy businessman to possess such formidable authority.

It seemed that the wealthy old man was probably someone in power. He must have many subordinates.

Otherwise, he would not possess such an intense aura when angry.

The size makes the form, but the height makes the influence.

Solidity brings authority.

Such a heavy aura could not have been cultivated overnight.

The servant, who was like a rabid dog, obediently left the VIP room and closed the door behind him. He would not dare to defy the old man in the slightest.

"My servant is crude; I hope you won't take offense, young friend!"

"I am here to apologize, and on the other hand, to ask if you would be willing to lend a hand to save me. You can name any price in Silver, and I won't bargain."

The wealthy old man requested.

"You see, why bother with this? Before, I wanted to treat you for free, but you insisted on suspecting that I was bluffing, trying to swindle your Silver. Now that you know I was telling the truth, you've come back begging me to treat your illness and detoxify you."

Chu Feng shook his head repeatedly. People, he thought, are just one word—cheap.

The old man, chastised by his words, was left with a face full of shame and speechless.

"Forget about the Silver, lest you accuse me of extortion again. But let me be blunt; the poison in you runs deep, your condition is critical. Whether I can cure you is still an uncertainty."

"If it can't be cured, you might have at most one year to live. If you already feel severe pain in your temples now, then I'm afraid you have less than half that time left—barely six months to live."

Chu Feng gestured with his hand, motioning for the old man to sit down.

"I... I have been feeling a severe throbbing in my temples for several months now. It has gotten worse, particularly in the mornings. From what you say, I'm afraid I won't live past half a year..."

Only now did the old man fully realize the severity of his situation.

Without even asking, Chu Feng accurately knew some of his symptoms, which made him utterly trust in Chu Feng.

"Everyone eventually meets their end; I am of advanced years, and death itself holds no terror for me. However, even an ant clings to life, and if it can live an extra day, it will strive to do so."

"Young friend, you may proceed with your treatment without restraint. Even if something does go wrong, I shall not blame you, nor will I cause you any trouble."

Having said this, the old man felt that words alone were not enough and immediately requested paper and ink from Chu Feng to draft a will.

He then fished out a seal from his bosom.

Seeing the Big Seal, Chu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "It appears I have misjudged, not expecting you to be a Prince." Chu Feng had once been an Emperor in this lifetime.

He was well-acquainted with various kinds of official seals and Emperor Seals.

The Jade Seal pulled out by the noble old man was engraved with eight golden dragons, identifying him undoubtedly as a Prince.

Moreover, it signified the highest-ranking Prince, a Prince by blood.

A seal with eight dragons represented a Prince by blood, seven dragons for a Commandery Prince, and a Big Seal with six dragons did not belong to the rank of Prince, but was exclusive to the ranks of Duke and Marquis.

There was another clear distinction: the Big Seal of a Prince featured the Five-clawed Golden Dragon, whereas that of a Duke or Marquis was adorned with a four-clawed dragon.

"Snap!"

The Big Seal was stamped onto the will, thus endowing it with legal force.

Even if the old man were truly to be killed by Chu Feng's treatment, future government inquiries would not implicate Chu Feng.

"Young friend, please safeguard this written letter. I shall hide no more from you; I am Zhu Ba, the Eighth Virtuous Prince of the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Country." The old man's identity, thus uncovered by Chu Feng, had expected Chu Feng to be utterly alarmed.

But Chu Feng's reaction greatly surprised the old man.

Chu Feng remained indifferent, and his expression and gaze conveyed a sense of calm.

Such demeanor could not be feigned.

The old man, experienced as he was, discerned through observation that Chu Feng must frequently interact with the powerful and high-ranking. Moreover, those individuals' statuses were certainly not below his own.

The Eighth Virtuous Prince thought to himself that his status was not low, yet this young man often dealt with those more distinguished and powerful than he.

And this young man, despite his inconspicuous reputation, was truly peculiar.

"I have accepted the letter. I am a businessman and am not keen on troubles. As for your identity as a Prince, when you come to my Longevity Hall, you are no different from any other client. Should I succeed in curing you, it would be sufficient if you could favorably regard my Longevity Hall's business in the future."

Chu Feng took the letter, his expression still composed.

"This poison you have is the infamous Mirage Poison. Even if it cannot be cured, it certainly won't kill you."

"Had the poisoning not been so severe, a cure would have been assured. As it stands, it's problematic, and we must proceed step by step. Unfortunately, I must leave the Vermilion Bird Imperial City tomorrow, or else I would have had ample time to extract the poison for you."

"Furthermore, you need to identify and completely eliminate the source of the poisoning. Otherwise, even if I extract the poison now, and you get afflicted by new Mirage Poison upon returning, no matter how skilled I am, I won't be able to cure you."

Chu Feng straightforwardly outlined the serious relations.

He even disclosed his plans to leave the Vermilion Bird Imperial City tomorrow without concealment.

"Young friend, are you leaving tomorrow? Could you perhaps stay a little longer? No matter the cost, should it be within my means, I shall not hesitate," the Eighth Virtuous Prince implored upon learning that Chu Feng was set to leave the next day, secretly relieved in his heart.

Luckily, he had come to find Chu Feng overnight.

Otherwise, had he missed the opportunity, there would be nowhere to regret it.

"I, too, wish to stay longer, but it is impossible, for I must rush back before dusk the day after tomorrow."

"Let's not waste any more time. Please remove your coat, roll up your sleeves. Also take off your shoes; the hands and feet connect to the internal organs, allowing the poison in your body to be expelled through the acupoints of the hands and feet. I will do my utmost to extract the poison for you."

Chu Feng wore a wry smile on his face. How he wished he could stay longer himself.