Mi Lu had Yan Feng lead him to the Medical Hall’s storage area for medicines.

The entrance, surprisingly, was hidden in Ming De Yi’s study. Yan Feng spent quite some time knocking around the broken walls, searching, before finally finding the hidden door.

Once inside, they found a completely different world.

“The former Sect Master set up a teleportation array here. Although we entered through the former Sect Master’s study, we’re actually now halfway up the back mountain,” Yan Feng explained as he held a luminous pearl, guiding Mi Lu, who followed behind him.

Mi Lu remarked, “Your former Sect Master was really cautious.”

“Indeed. You can’t easily trust people. If you’re not careful, you might get sold out without even knowing it.” Yan Feng replied casually, but as soon as the words left his mouth, his expression stiffened as if he’d suddenly realized something.

Mi Lu, walking behind, noticed the change in Yan Feng’s face under the light of the pearl and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” Yan Feng quickly shook his head.

Mi Lu hummed in response and didn’t press further.

However, if Mi Lu had looked closer, he would have noticed the cold sweat beading on Yan Feng’s forehead, and the fear spreading in his eyes.

An offhand comment had unexpectedly reminded Yan Feng of something important.

He had initially thought that Hulü Yan spared his life out of old affection, but looking back now, that seemed highly unlikely.

Hulü Yan wasn’t someone who acted recklessly. It was only because of their years of history together that Hulü Yan had followed him two years ago without hesitation.

Yan Feng knew clearly how much Hulü Yan hated him.

And the current Hulü Yan was nothing like before. From the way he had allowed the corpse puppets to slaughter nearly everyone in the Medical Hall, it was clear that Hulü Yan wouldn’t spare him.

So why had Hulü Yan let him live? There must be another motive.

Cold sweat trickled down Yan Feng’s back as he began to regret not taking the opportunity to kill Mi Lu and Hulü Yan when they were both unconscious earlier.

He wasn’t powerful, didn’t have many magical artifacts, and didn’t even possess a life-bound magical artifact. Going head-to-head with Hulü Yan would be like smashing an egg against a rock.

The corpse puppets terrified him, so even when Mi Lu and Hulü Yan were unconscious, he hadn’t dared to act rashly.

Most likely, the others had shared the same hesitation.

But now, with Hulü Yan still unconscious, perhaps this was his best chance to strike first.

Yan Feng clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. There was no time to waste—he needed to act today.

As for the new Sect Master who had taken over…

Yan Feng thought for a moment and decided not to alert him just yet. Although Mi Lu was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, who knew how many treasures were hidden in his Qiankun bag? It was better to proceed with caution.

If Hulü Yan were dead, there’d be no problem dealing with someone at the Foundation Establishment stage.

“Yan Feng?”

Mi Lu’s voice snapped Yan Feng out of his thoughts.

Yan Feng turned to see Mi Lu standing in front of a fully stocked shelf, holding a box of medicine in his hand. However, Mi Lu didn’t open it; he was simply turning it over, examining the patterns on the box.

“Sect Master.” Yan Feng hurried over and glanced at the box before reaching out to take it from Mi Lu.

Mi Lu handed it over without hesitation.

“This contains Seven-Step Pills. Once dissolved in water, anyone who consumes it will bleed from all seven orifices and die after taking only seven steps,” Yan Feng explained. He had been with the Medical Hall for six or seven years and was somewhat familiar with these items.

After explaining, Yan Feng opened the box and offered it to Mi Lu.

Looking inside, Mi Lu saw five small, black pills that resembled the spiritual pills he often used, though they were much smaller, making them easier to hide.

Yan Feng added, “The only drawback is that the Seven-Step Pills give off a strong scent when mixed with water, making them difficult to use discreetly. They’re more commonly used in open confrontations.”

“Oh.” Mi Lu nodded. “Got it.”

Then, with a snap, Mi Lu closed the box and promptly tucked it into his Qiankun bag.

Yan Feng: “…”

Mi Lu noticed the complex expression on Yan Feng’s face and asked curiously, “Do you have something on your mind?”

It was as if Yan Feng had been called out by a strict teacher. His face turned pale, and he shook his head vigorously, saying, “Not at all, not at all! Please, Sect Master, continue inspecting the items.”

Mi Lu smiled, his tone gentle. “I thought you might be upset about me taking things from your Medical Hall.”

Yan Feng: “…”

That’s exactly what I’m upset about, but how could I admit it?!

Yan Feng stepped back, covered his mouth with his hand in a dramatic display of surprise, and said nervously, “Sect Master must be joking. Now that the entire Medical Hall belongs to you, everything in it naturally belongs to you as well. You can take whatever you like. Even if you wanted to empty the entire Medical Hall, I wouldn’t dare object. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy too.”

Say what you will, but Yan Feng was quite the smooth talker. His flattery was so over the top that even Mi Lu felt a little embarrassed.

Honestly, what kind of Sect Master was he? He was just someone who took advantage of the chaos after Hulü Yan’s massacre to seize the position.

Since Hulü Yan didn’t want to be the Medical Hall’s Sect Master, that left Mi Lu to take the role.

With Yan Feng piling on the praise, Mi Lu couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. Rubbing his chin awkwardly, he said, “Well, since you’ve put it that way, I won’t hold back.”

Yan Feng: “…”

And so, Yan Feng watched in silent agony as Mi Lu swiftly and efficiently stuffed box after box from the shelves into his Qiankun bag.

In no time, half the storage room was empty.

Yan Feng, who had initially planned to eliminate both Hulü Yan and Mi Lu and claim everything for himself, stood frozen in place, his expression blank with shock.

As Mi Lu approached the last shelf and reached for another box, he noticed the strange silence. Turning his head, he saw Yan Feng standing there with an expression of pure pain, like someone whose flesh had just been carved off.

“Yan Feng?” Mi Lu asked knowingly, “What’s wrong now?”

Yan Feng was on the verge of tears, but he forced himself to shake his head and say, “Nothing.”

Mi Lu withdrew his hand, looking at him with concern. “I’ve taken so many things from your Medical Hall at once. As one of the Hall’s elders, aren’t you angry?”

Yan Feng: “…”

You’ve already taken everything! What’s the point of asking now?!

And even if I’m furious, do you think I’d dare admit it?

Yan Feng shook his head so vigorously it looked like it might fly off. “As long as you’re happy, Sect Master, I’m happy too, sob sob…”

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so happy.”

Mi Lu’s stomach hurt from trying to hold back his laughter. Turning back to the shelf, he picked up a pink box decorated with peach blossoms and asked, “What’s this?”

Yan Feng, still teary-eyed, stared at the box for a moment, then rubbed his eyes and replied, “That’s the Myriad Healing Ointment.”

“The Myriad Healing Ointment?!” Mi Lu exclaimed in surprise, flipping the box over several times.

He was familiar with the Medical Hall’s famous Myriad Healing Ointment.

It was said to be one of the Hall’s most treasured medicines, with an incredibly lengthy and difficult production process. It often took more than two years to produce just five boxes.

But the ointment had incredible properties, such as stopping bleeding, healing wounds, and preventing spiritual energy loss. On top of that, it worked extremely quickly. For minor injuries, applying the ointment would heal the wound in the blink of an eye.

When injured in the wild, time is money, and the Myriad Healing Ointment was like having an extra layer of protection.

Because of its value, the ointment was nearly impossible to find outside the Medical Hall, no matter how much money you offered.

Mi Lu had thought that the Hall’s stock of the Myriad Healing Ointment had long been given away as bribes, but to his delight, there was still a box left.

However, as happy as Mi Lu was, a thought crossed his mind. He glanced at Yan Feng with a complex expression.

Yan Feng, ever perceptive, immediately understood what Mi Lu was thinking. He took two steps forward, took the box from Mi Lu, and made a small cut on the back of his hand with his thumbnail.

Then he opened the box, dipped his ring finger into the ointment, and gently applied it to the wound.

In just a few moments, the cut began to heal before their eyes.

Before long, Yan Feng’s hand was completely restored, with no trace of injury left.

Yan Feng closed the box and handed it back to Mi Lu.

Mi Lu happily placed the Myriad Healing Ointment into his Qiankun bag. After doing so, he sniffed the air and commented, “It smells really good.”

“Yes,” Yan Feng explained. “The medicinal ingredients used in the ointment have a strong natural fragrance, and we didn’t bother removing it during production. It conveniently covers up the smell of blood.”

Yan Feng kept his head lowered, large beads of sweat forming on his forehead and sliding down his cheeks.

His clenched fists were trembling slightly.

Unfortunately, Mi Lu didn’t notice any of this.

After clearing out the storage room, Mi Lu followed Yan Feng out.

Mi Lu wanted to check on Hulü Yan, so he waved Yan Feng off, allowing him to leave.

Yan Feng fled like a rabbit being given a reprieve.

After running a short distance, he finally slowed down, his legs weak. Unable to stand any longer, he collapsed to the ground and leaned against a nearby tree, his face drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through with cold perspiration.

He smelled strongly of the fragrance from the ointment—specifically, the box he had just given to Mi Lu.

He had lied to Mi Lu.

That box wasn’t Myriad Healing Ointment at all. It was a new concoction the Medical Hall had recently developed, a highly potent aphrodisiac.