The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 767: Medical Saint Reborn

"Such needle technique is truly divine! To witness this in my lifetime, I, Sun, have no regrets!"

The Daoist physician surnamed Sun had originally been summoned to save Mu Liufeng's life should he collapse during the match. Never did he expect to witness what could be called a miracle in medical history.

The six qi circulating through the human body change unpredictably, especially when martial practitioners channel their true qi - making the flow of vitality throughout the body nearly impossible to track.

Yet Ling Feng had precisely targeted all of Mu Liufeng's acupoints during his frenzied state of qi deviation, instantly regulating his energy through the Golden Needle Qi Transfer technique.

Such skill made Daoist Sun acknowledge his own inadequacy.

Even treating Mu Liufeng in a stable state of qi deviation would have been risky - he couldn't guarantee saving Mu Liufeng's life. Yet Ling Feng not only preserved Mu Liufeng's life but immediately restored him to fighting condition.

Though Mu Liufeng's cultivation had decreased significantly, had Daoist Sun treated him, Mu Liufeng would have required months of bed rest with high probability of losing all martial prowess and becoming crippled.

"Daoist Sun, is this technique truly that remarkable?"

Tong Chengtai, lacking medical knowledge, couldn't comprehend the profound level of Ling Feng's skills.

"Remarkable is an understatement," Daoist Sun said solemnly. "If my medical skills are at a beginner's level, then this young man is at a grandmaster's level—no, he is practically the reincarnation of the Medical Saint!"

"The reincarnation of the Medical Saint?"

The surrounding academicians and mentors gasped. Though most had only superficial medical knowledge, they understood the weight of this title.

"My Sun family has served as divine imperial physicians since the empire's founding. Our medical arts are unmatched. Apart from the legendary Medical Saint, only this young friend has earned our family's reverence."

Daoist Sun gazed excitedly at the platform. "Given the chance, I must seek guidance from Young Friend Ling - it would be immensely beneficial."

Tong Chengtai narrowed his eyes. For the divine imperial physician to hold Ling Feng's skills in such high regard was proof of just how extraordinary the young man truly was!

Just how many hidden talents did this kid possess?

Tong Chengtai shook his head with a smile, realizing why Yan Cangtian had suddenly recovered from madness and advanced to Human Emperor realm.

That old fox had truly found a treasure!

...

On the grand sword platform:

"Demonic Heart Flame, withdraw!"

Mu Liufeng's consciousness cleared, his former arrogance gone. Withdrawing the scorching flames, he landed and bowed deeply to Ling Feng.

Though his cultivation had dropped, this proved fortunate - his energy was no longer running wild.

"Brother Ling, thank you for saving my life!"

Mu Liufeng knelt on one knee before Ling Feng, disregarding the watching crowd.

An upright man at heart, his obsession with victory had nearly caused him to lose himself to qi deviation.

"So your strange flames are Demonic Heart Flame - no wonder even your will couldn't control them."

Ling Feng helped him up calmly. "This flame resists taming and carries demonic properties. Losing control risks backlash. Remember - never rush your cultivation."

"Liufeng will remember your words."

Mu Liufeng sighed, then bowed to his teammates. "My apologies everyone. Today's defeat was my fault..."

"Liufeng, don't blame yourself."

Li Yunting clenched his fists. "Victory and defeat are common in battle. Losing today doesn't mean losing at life."

"As captain, I noticed your condition yet failed to stop you, nearly causing catastrophe. Had Brother Ling not intervened... I could never atone for that."

"Captain, I..."

Li Yunting stopped him. "I've felt your dedication. Though we lost, fighting alongside comrades like you leaves no regrets!"

Turning to Ling Feng, he bowed again. "Brother Ling, thank you again. The Central Court Sword Team admits defeat."

"Captain Li, we're only halfway through. Who said you've lost? The match continues!" Ling Feng said firmly.

"Ling Feng's right!" Gu Tengfeng laughed. "Brother Li, don't think you can escape without finishing!"

Li Yunting exchanged glances with his team, eyes filled with gratitude.

"Brother Ling, Brother Gu, your kindness..."

"Enough hesitation!" Ling Feng cut in cheerfully. "Ask the referees - who declared you defeated? Ask the audience - who thinks it's over? Declaring victory now is premature!"

"Well said!"

"My idol! Your refusal to take cheap wins elevates you to sainthood!"

"Senior Brother Ling Feng is right! Continue the match!"

"Continue! Continue!"

The crowd erupted. The duel they wanted to see was far from over.

"What a remarkable lad!"

General Deng regarded Ling Feng with newfound respect. Choosing to forgo a guaranteed victory was a testament to his exceptional character.

He chuckled to his granddaughter: "Little Shi, if you let this future grandson-in-law slip away, you'll regret it for lifetimes!"

"Grandpa! Stop teasing!" Deng Yongshi flushed crimson.

...

On the sword-fighting platform, Ling Feng arched a brow and looked up at the chief referee's seat, his voice ringing clear. "Vice-Director Tong, what do you think? Has this match been decided yet?"

"Hahaha! Ling Feng is right—the outcome has yet to be determined. I now declare the battle will continue!"

Stroking his long beard, Tong Chengtai silently praised him: This boy truly has exceptional poise!