Unrivaled Medicine God Chapter 5: Vomiting Blood

"You have no idea what we're discussing! What Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python? I've never heard of such a beast! Do you believe inventing a demonic beast will fool us?"

Qian Miao ranked as a skilled alchemist across the State of Qin. Naturally, he had delved into demonic beasts. But this Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python? Completely unheard of to him!

If a figure like him knew nothing about it, then an incompetent fool like Ye Yuan stood no chance.

"Young Master Ye, you're not just disrespecting Master Qian and me—you're insulting every demonic beast hunter here! We risk our lives daily against demonic beasts' deadly claws just to survive. I've hunted demonic beasts for years, and this Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python? Never crossed my path!"

The burly man grew even surer Ye Yuan was stirring pointless chaos, scheming to end his life. Gone were polite words; now he sought to unmask Ye Yuan's dark intentions.

Lowly folk had their own survival tactics. Though rough around the edges, the burly man proved cunning. Depending on Qian Miao for rescue, he shrewdly linked their fates and invoked all demonic beast hunters to force Ye Yuan into backing down.

Even if Ye Yuan pressed on against impossible odds, the Ye Family wouldn't dare provoke every demonic beast hunter.

Most gathered here were demonic beast hunters. His outburst instantly sparked uproar.

"Exactly! Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python? Never heard it!"

"This spoiled rich kid shames Grandmaster Ye! Looks like the Ye Family can't rival Drunken Star Manor anymore—their glory dies here. Nonsense Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python! I've roamed Endless Forest nearly 30 years, no such demonic beast!"

"Enough already. Let's head to Drunken Star Manor instead. This fine Fragrant Medicine Pavilion ruined by a spoiled brat."

Ye Yuan stood motionless in silence, baffling Qian Miao who knew him well. Back then, this punk would have erupted instantly. But now? He acted unfazed, ignoring the patients' barbs.

Today, Ye Yuan had lost all dignity. From any angle, Qian Miao held the moral high ground, fearless. Let the kid taste hardship—lest Old Ye's hard-won empire crumble in his hands.

Ye Yuan's eyes swept the boisterous crowd, lingering on the loudest hecklers. They started smug, but those meeting his gaze shivered as if plunged into an icy abyss.

His stare locked onto the instigator pushing for Drunken Star Manor. The man smirked inwardly when suddenly, bone-chilling killing intent pinned him. His face stiffened, an uncanny dread washing over.

This sharp, able middle-aged hunter went by Liu An. Unknown to all, he spied for Drunken Star Manor among demonic beast hunters. Whenever treasures surfaced in Endless Forest, he murdered, looted, and funneled goods to them.

That Drunken Star Manor? Fragrant Medicine Pavilion's fiercest rival in the State of Qin.

Abruptly, the clamorous hall fell deathly still, the din slicing off like a halted cascade.

Silence gripped the room, so profound a pin's fall would echo. The quiet pressed oppressively, terrifyingly so.

Ye Yuan's glare gave Liu An chills racing across his skin. What sorcery? Ye Yuan barely mustered First Level Essence Qi Realm power. An Eighth Level Essence Qi Realm like himself could squash him effortlessly. Yet this dread, this suffocating pressure—like facing a monstrous foe, afraid even to exhale.

Ye Yuan's feeble strength shone obvious. Save a handful of mortals, everyone glimpsed his realm instantly. How could such a pathetic weakling unleash this crushing aura?

Liu An dismissed it as illusion, but the hushed hall screamed otherwise.

The suffocation clawed at him, urging him to shatter it. An Eighth Level Essence Qi Realm silenced by a First Level? Absurd!

Liu An rallied true essence to speak, just as Ye Yuan's gaze shifted away . . .

Pffft!

A wet splatter cut Ye Yuan's unspoken words short.

Eyes darted to the noise—Liu An, vomiting blood in a crimson spray that speckled onlookers.

He'd forced true essence for speech, but Ye Yuan withdrew the pressure precisely then, slamming his chest like a thunderbolt hammer. With prior wounds, he spewed old blood, injuries worsening gravely.

"Young Master, he looks badly hurt. Why not have Master Qian heal him first?" Lu-er tugged Ye Yuan's sleeve, eyes pleading.

Astonishment flickered on Ye Yuan's face, but joy surged within. Clever girl—this twist was brilliant!

"Overkill with a cleaver for a chicken? Seems dire, but this warrior's just got minor internal wounds. Fragrant Medicine Pavilion's Heart Protecting Pill is famed everywhere. One pill, and he's fixed." Ye Yuan beamed radiantly at Liu An.

Lu-er, seeing Liu An's ghastly state, didn't await orders and dashed for the pill—terrifying Liu An further.

"N-no need. S-so many ahead in line, c-cutting queue isn't right," Liu An stammered guiltily.

"No way. I get you distrust me, but our Fragrant Medicine Pavilion's name? Beyond reproach. Everyone knows Heart Protecting Pill's fame. Perfect for your wounds," Ye Yuan urged, concern dripping.

Qian Miao nodded too. "Indeed. Little Yuan's serious this time. Injuries aren't dire yet, but worsening hurts. Heart Protecting Pill fits ideally."

Truth was, Ye Yuan's gaze had grazed many, pausing longest on Liu An. Others felt nothing odd, missing his anomaly.

Now Ye Yuan fussed over Liu An caringly. Motives unclear, but aiding the wounded? Harmless.

By conversation's end, Lu-er whooshed back with the Heart Protecting Pill.

"Young Master, here!" Lu-er beamed, handing it proudly.

Ye Yuan took it, ruffled her hair, smiling. "Good job, Lu-er."

"No trouble at all!" She shook her head eagerly.

Back to the crowd, Ye Yuan hid his hand from all eyes, even Lu-er's.

Keen eyes would spot the pill not gripped, but floating above his palm, fingers blurring in rapid motion.

Chat done, Ye Yuan faced Liu An, offering the pill. "Take it quick."

Grasping the Heart Protecting Pill, Liu An's face twisted repeatedly. Had the brat caught on? No saint he—why sudden kindness?

Unease gnawing, his gaze hit Qian Miao nearby. Boldly, he appealed, "Master Qian, I'm no small-minded fool—Young Master Ye's rep precedes him. Truthfully, I fear this pill. Please, decide for me!"

Nods rippled through. Lu-er fumed. "Ungrateful wretch! Young Master means well to help, and you doubt him!"

"Hmph! Everyone knows your young master's type. Suspecting him? Fair game!" Liu An dug in, refusing.

Qian Miao eyed Ye Yuan's calm—no rage, fueling suspicion.

He snatched the pill from Liu An, inspected, sniffed. "Authentic Heart Protecting Pill, no issues. This one's fragrance richer—superior quality. Won't force you, but wounds mount. Mishandle, and cultivation suffers. Take it, I urge."

Liu An reeled in confusion. Overreacting? Ye Yuan, fresh from near-death, truly reformed?

Qian Miao, upright elder, wouldn't deceive. Thus resolved, Liu An thanked and gulped the Heart Protecting Pill down.