"I once heard from Third Senior Brother that during the last battle, the wooden sword was broken inside someone's body, but the person who got stabbed in the chest was definitely dead, right?"
Muler glanced at a person nearby, who turned to look at Muler and said, "That's right, the person was stabbed in the chest by my wooden sword and was definitely dead."
Muler said, "Third Senior Brother, look at this."
While speaking, the tip of the wooden sword that Ling Zhenfei had retrieved appeared in Muler's hand.
The sword tip was thrown towards Third Senior Brother, who grabbed it. Third Senior Brother looked at the sword tip and said, "This indeed is my sword tip. How did you get it?"
Muler said, "When we arrived, this person was treating another person. Because it was a crucial moment in the treatment, he didn't run away. The patient he was treating was the person injured by Third Senior Brother."
Third Senior Brother was taken aback and said, "Injured? He should be killed."
Muler said, "If he was dead, there would be no need to treat him. I saw with my own eyes that person stitch up the patient's body, and the person was indeed alive and breathing."
Third Senior Brother said, "What's there to say? He's poisoned; he probably won't live long and will never wake up."
Muler said to Ling Zhenfei, "Brother, how do you plan to treat the poison on the person you just treated?"
Ling Zhenfei could see that the relationship between Muler and Third Senior Brother wasn't very good; otherwise, he wouldn't bring this matter up here.
Ling Zhenfei said, "The poison on him is not difficult. I already checked when I treated him earlier. The venom is no trouble for me. As long as it's expelled and he takes my elixir, he'll recover in no time."
Ling Zhenfei deliberately made the matter sound very simple, so that others wouldn't underestimate him. This way, the other party might find him somewhat useful and wouldn't easily harm him.
Ling Zhenfei's words angered Third Senior Brother, who said, "Impossible, you're joking. How could it be so simple? That person is definitely dead."
Muler laughed and said, "Third Senior Brother, your tongue is really tough, but it doesn't matter. You're a master of poisoning, naturally, there can also be masters of healing, and this human should be able to heal.
I brought him back today to treat the Flower God. If he can cure the Flower God, there'll be no need to say anything; all will be well. If he's unable to cure her, I'll kill him directly."
Everyone in the meeting was shocked; they couldn't believe that Muler had brought Ling Zhenfei to treat the Flower God, which surprised everyone.
"You're letting him treat the Flower God? No way, I don't agree. I don't trust this kid."
"I also think we shouldn't disturb the Flower God's rest."
"I think we could give it a try. Our inability to cure doesn't mean humans can't."
"If he can't cure her, then kill him. I think that's fine."
Just then, a monkey-faced old man coughed, causing everyone to stop and look at him, waiting to hear what he would say.
The monkey-faced old man said, "The Flower God's illness should indeed be treated. It's a critical moment in the battle. If the Flower God can be cured now, she might be able to assist us."
Another elder said, "Big brother, don't say that. Do you think even if the Flower God is cured, she would really help us? She's the kindest person in the world and can't bear to see any suffering.
She might persuade humans and us to cease fighting as soon as she's cured."
Another elder said, "Yes, the Flower God is indeed too kind. Even if her illness is cured, she can't participate in any decisions."
"I don't view it that way. Even if someone can cure the Flower God, it'd likely take some time, and maybe by then, the war would be over."
At this point, one of the elders looked at Ling Zhenfei and said, "The kid's strength isn't low. Perhaps he has some intelligence on humans."
The others turned to Ling Zhenfei, their gazes becoming sharper.
One of them said, "Kid, do you know which humans are strong right now?"
Ling Zhenfei replied, "I haven't interacted much with them, but I do know a few strong individuals."
"Then tell us."
Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment and said, "This time, each major sect has stationed their experts, such as Duan Xianren from Mount Bu Zhou, Su Wei from the Cultivators Alliance, Elder Chuchen from Wuliang Mountain, and so on."
Another person asked then, "What about the younger members? Are there any experts among the younger generation?"
Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment and replied, "Among the younger generation, there's Yun Bai from Tianling Spirit Palace, Song Yun, Sword God Liu Feiyang, Su Liu, and others."
Someone then asked, "Kid, some of the people you mentioned, we know, but do you know this one person?"
Ling Zhenfei asked, "Which person?"
The elder said, "The person named Ling Zhenfei, do you know?"
Ling Zhenfei was stunned upon hearing this; it turned out to be his own name. Apparently, he is also famous among foreign races, something he hadn't expected.
Ling Zhenfei said, "I honestly haven't heard of someone named Ling Zhenfei; he must be a minor character."
The person slammed the table angrily, "Minor character? How could a minor character kill my son Tian Ming and so many people from our Supreme Divine Palace? If I encounter him, I must grind his bones to dust."
Ling Zhenfei was terrified after hearing this, causing his hairs to stand on end. He never imagined Tian Ming to be this person's son.
Judging from the seating arrangement among these people, this person was seated alongside the monkey-faced elder, and he had a horn on his head, resembling Tian Ming.
However, judging from his position and aura, this person seemed very powerful and not someone ordinary people compare with.
Ling Zhenfei was shocked, grateful they hadn't asked his name earlier, or else he wouldn't know how he'd die.
Someone then asked Ling Zhenfei, "What's your name? Judging by your strength, you should have some reputation."
Ling Zhenfei thought for a while and said, "My name is Zhang Zhenlin."
Ling Zhenfei claimed his name to be Zhang Zhenlin to hide his identity and to remind himself that Zhang Zhenlin was killed by Tian Ming.
The people around were puzzled, "Zhang Zhenli, we've never heard of you. With the strength you possess and facing so many of us without hesitation, you should have some reputation."
Ling Zhenfei said, "I'm just a doctor among humans. Don't be deceived by my strong Northern Spiritual Energy now; I don't fight much. I only know a few healing tricks, so it's normal if you haven't heard of me."
Someone nodded; this explanation seemed reasonable.
The monkey-faced man said, "Muler, take Mr. Zhang to see the Flower God's illness. Even if he has no treatment, don't make things difficult for him."
Muler nodded and said, "Okay, Master."
After saying this, he led Ling Zhenfei through the back door towards the rear.