After a short while, Ji Mofan and the two children he was with successfully drank the hot tea that Wang Shu had personally brewed.
Since Shuanghuang couldn't eat or drink, he just held a teacup, dipped it in water, and played around with drawing.
Wang Shu didn't blame the child for being rude, but Yu Wen muttered a few complaints to himself.
The people around Ji Mo Fan were indeed very similar to him.
One person spoke eloquently about their understanding in front of such a terrifying masked man, while the other completely ignored the person, as if even glancing at their face would make them feel disgusted by its ugliness.
Ji Mo Fan carefully arranged the props he had prepared, and then asked Wang Shu to extend his hand in a proper manner, placing two fingers on the other's wrist.
No one knew that Ji Mo Fan was completely ignorant about pulse diagnosis.
But he acted so convincingly that after taking the pulse, he would stroke his long beard and squint his eyes, looking unfathomable.
"Your injury has been there for about six months, hasn't it?" He glanced around casually.
The room was very clean. Except for the desk, which was piled with used and unused yellow papers and looked messy, the rest of the room was so clean that it didn't look like anyone had ever lived there.
Does this person have OCD? Or does he genuinely not live a "normal" life, and is content with just having a place to sit cross-legged and regulate his breathing?
“The old man is right.” Wang Shu nodded. “I did encounter a problem when I was breaking through to the Void Refinement stage half a year ago.”
"Not only was he injured in the tribulation, but his cultivation level also dropped from the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm to the early stage."
Ji Mofan withdrew his hand and quietly tidied up the things he had laid out.
"Young friend Yu reminded me before I arrived that you seemed very reluctant to leave your room and have someone treat you." He raised his eyes to look at the only glimpse of light visible beneath the Wangshu mask. "But you don't seem to mind my treatment?"
“Perhaps it’s because of your different attitude towards me, sir.” Wang Shu’s tone was unreadable. “Just now at the door, you were more concerned about the talismans I wrote than about me, a piece of trash whose foundation was damaged and who may never be able to make any progress on the path of cultivation again.”
So, they chose people based on their mood?
Ji Mo Fan frowned.
The real reason he didn't treat Wang Shu as a patient was because he simply didn't know how to treat illnesses.
...Or is this person doing it on purpose? Are they only choosing to examine the pulses of people who can't see their own symptoms?
"What does the old man think of my injuries?" Wang Shu asked him.
Ji Mo Fan paused for a moment, seemingly considering his choice of words.
"With damaged tendons and veins, even the blood and bones of the Arc Light Qilin can only provide slight nourishment; it may be difficult to fully restore them to their original state," he concluded.
"Unless a Nascent Soul stage alchemist refines a Marrow Cleansing Pill to completely reshape your physique, there might be some hope."
"Alchemists at the Nascent Soul stage are extremely rare," Yu Wen sighed from the side.
“That’s not difficult,” Ji Mofan said. “There’s a high probability that Changfeng Valley will present the top-ranked player on the Heavenly Ranking with the gift of a chance to invite a Nascent Soul stage alchemist to come out of seclusion once at next year’s Dao Inquiry Conference.”
"As long as our young friend Jimo can take first place on the Heavenly Ranking next year, everything will be resolved."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Ji Mofan took his leave, and Yu Wen escorted him out of Qianhe Tower.
“Young master, the talisman on that door is strange.” After walking a distance, Shuanghuang tugged at Jimo Fan’s sleeve. “Besides the common prayer talismans, there are patterns I don’t recognize.”
"So it wasn't because I wasn't good enough." Ge Gen blinked.
He thought he was just being silly, which was why he couldn't recognize them all.
Ji Mofan took out a piece of paper from his Qiankun bag, waved his hand, and spiritual energy flew out from his fingertips to trace a pattern on it. "Is this what you're talking about?"
With its intricate patterns, it was clearly a high-grade talisman. Ji Mofan noticed this unusual feature at a glance and was thus deeply impressed by it.
It seems that the other ordinary talismans were just a smokescreen to conceal this thing.
"What is this used for?" Ge Gen asked Ji Mofan.
“A Soul-Stabilizing Talisman.” Ji Mo Fan put the paper away. “However, I’ve only seen it before, so I can’t be sure it’s this one.”
“Let’s go back and ask Uncle Ning!” Ge Gen said. “Isn’t he very knowledgeable about talismans?”
"Besides, that person is stubborn but soft-hearted, so he'll definitely be willing to answer."
Ji Mo Fanxin said, "Then I might as well go to the library and look through the books myself."
In his previous life, he also thought that although Ning Weisheng was a bit sharp-tongued and petty, he couldn't be considered a bad person. After all, he was quite competent as Ji Yunhong's true disciple and as a senior brother to the inner disciples.
But he never expected that this person would be so love-struck.
Moreover, if this thing is truly used for soul-stabilizing...
It seems that his guess in the area surrounded by Qianhe Tower was correct. The guy who called himself Wangshu was probably possessed by someone else, which is why he is doing such strange things.
Using his bad temper as an excuse, he kept out medical practitioners who truly knew how to treat illnesses. Those he occasionally let in were all half-baked, like Ji Mofan today.
Was he the one who ultimately caused Qianhelou to disappear completely from the cultivation world not long after?
“Young master, why do you have to meddle in this matter?” Shuanghuang pouted. “I always felt that person was very abnormal, and it’s not good for you to get involved.”
"Because Master is Master!" Ge Gen, standing on the other side of Ji Mo Fan, poked his head out and argued with Shuang Huang, "Master is a great person; he will save anyone he deems worthy of being saved!"
"He's just a stranger who failed his tribulation, what's there to worry about..." Shuanghuang muttered to himself.
"It's not as simple as failing the tribulation." Ji Mofan shook his head.
He hadn't told Ge Gen and Shuang Huang about his guesses about Wang Shu's identity before, because he was worried that if he guessed wrong, it would cause unnecessary trouble.
Now the facts are almost certain, the only thing that is not confirmed is the identity of the person who possessed the body and what their intentions are. So Ji Mo Fan said out all his deductions.
"Possession?" Ge Gen was somewhat unfamiliar with this term.
"It means letting someone else's soul reside in your body, like a cuckoo taking over someone else's nest," Shuanghuang explained to him.
Xiao Ge was so frightened that he hugged himself and trembled.
"However, this kind of trick is basically only used by demonic cultivators. How could it appear in a righteous sect like Qianhelou?" After scaring the child, Shuanghuang continued his speculation with satisfaction.
"I'm afraid that the person who calls himself Wang Shu is currently inhabited by the soul of some demonic cultivator." Ji Mo Fan pondered for a while, resting his chin on his hand.
It seems I need to find an opportunity to investigate that small demonic sect that used to burn, kill, and plunder near Qiuguan City in my previous life.
However, the timing is not right now. The Dao Asking Conference is about to begin, and if we go to the Demon Realm, it will probably take up a lot of time.
Jimo Fan didn't want to miss this conference.
It's still some time before the incident, and since Wang Shu hasn't shown any obvious threat, it's best for him to remain still to avoid alerting her.
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