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"Master, should we take the three of them to our martial uncle's room?"

Master Xuanke looked at the altar master and asked.

The altar master did not answer, but instead looked at Renbao and asked, "Renbao, do you know medicine?"

Renbao nodded: "Yes, in the capital, everyone calls me the Little Miracle Doctor."

Wow, you really know medicine!

The scholars were dumbfounded.

Shuanghe couldn't help but say, "Such a young age, yet you speak such boastful words."

Qi Su glanced at her, sneered, and said sarcastically, "So the disciples of Zixu Temple are so narrow-minded? Haven't you been slapped enough? Renbao is just exceptionally gifted, let him infuriate you."

Shuanghe's face flushed red, and she suddenly pointed at Su Tang, demanding, "Aren't you also from the capital? Is what Renbao said true?"

All eyes turned to Su Tang; they wanted to know too.

Su Tang pursed her lips and slowly uttered two words: "Fake."

Shuanghe immediately felt emboldened, raised her chin slightly at Qi Su, and said arrogantly, "Did you hear me?"

"You should worry about the baby in your belly." Qi Su picked up Renbao and glanced at Su Tang meaningfully, "It's still uncertain who's lying."

Shuanghe subconsciously touched her stomach, her face turning deathly pale. She glared fiercely at Su Tang: "If you're lying to me, you'll be sorry after we leave Zhiwei Valley!"

Su Tang took a few steps back and hid behind an old Taoist priest, her face showing fear and unease.

"You, a mere woman, are not only being unreasonable, but you also want to use your power to bully others, even children!"

"That's right! If you dare to cause trouble, I'll definitely go to your Zixu Temple and have a discussion with your abbot!"

Su Tang was being protected, while Chong Shuanghe gave a provocative smile.

That ungrateful wretch actually betrayed me!

Shuang He's eyes narrowed slightly in anger, and she was about to retort that Su Tang was faking it when Yan Chen scolded, "Junior sister, don't cause trouble."

"The three of you, please follow me," Master Xuanke said, breaking the heavy atmosphere. He led the way.

The cultivators were not allowed to leave the inner altar, nor did they wish to leave; they all sat cross-legged and entered meditation.

After passing through the corridor, Master Xuanke pushed open the door.

A strong, pungent medicinal smell wafted over, and Renbao frowned, pinching Xiaoqiong's nose: "The medicine stinks."

Master Xuanke sighed: "The one lying on the bed is Uncle Guanfu. Three years ago, he was invaded by evil spirits, which damaged his Daoist meridians. He has not yet recovered."

Renbao looked at the couch, somewhat bewildered, and asked, "Uncle Daoist, his hair isn't white, but yours is. Why do you call him 'Master Uncle'?"

"Uncle Guanfu is a genius of Zhiwei Valley. He can see through the illusion and reality with just one glance at astrology, divination, talismans and Taoist scriptures. Renbao, don't be fooled by his young appearance. In fact, Uncle Guanfu is already over 130 years old."

Compal is shocked!

Shen Guanfu, sitting on the couch, was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe. His eyebrows and eyes were as clear and handsome as pine trees. Even though he was sickly, he still had an otherworldly air about him and a handsome appearance. More importantly, his hair was jet black without a single white hair.

She glanced at Master Xuanke, whose face was already lined with wrinkles and whose hair was half white, and asked, "Uncle Master, how old are you?"

"Forty-five," Master Xuanke said patiently.

Renbao's eyes widened, and she blurted out, "He could be your grandfather! He's so old, he should be dying, why save him?"

Master Xuanke's gaze froze, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Upon hearing this, the immortals and Taoist priests on the high platform of the inner altar became restless, exchanging glances with solemn expressions.

Uncle Shen is a genius that only appears once in a century. How could he die so easily? He can only ascend to immortality!

The real purpose of Zhiwei Valley's Xuanshu Conference is to find geniuses from various schools of Xuanshu and save Shen Guanfu.

Despite the scorching gazes from all directions behind him, Master Xuanke forced a smile and asked, "Renbao, is there any way to save him?"

Renbao's big eyes darted around as she looked at Yan Chen, raising her chubby little finger: "Let him go first."

Yan Chen glanced at her, then stepped forward and sat down beside the couch. He focused intently on taking Shen Guanfu's pulse and investigating the root of the illness. After about a quarter of an hour, he stood up with a furrowed brow, a look of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "The Yin Sha in Uncle Shen's body has already taken root, devouring his internal organs. This junior is powerless to help."

The mystics sitting cross-legged in the inner altar could see everything happening inside through the bronze mirror, and could also hear them talking.

They were all somewhat shocked upon hearing this.

"The genius disciple of Zixu Temple can see through the root of the problem, but has no way to cure it. It seems that no one can pass this third test."

"Uncle Shen is the real genius. Back then, he was able to subdue the Buddhist disciple Jichen who betrayed Buddhism and suppress him under the locust tree in Dafosi Temple all by himself. Do you think it was because of that battle that Uncle Shen developed a chronic illness and was secretly invaded by Yin Sha?"

The old Taoist priest, who knew about the events of the past, spoke slowly.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Shen Guanfu, who lay in the bronze mirror like a living dead, with great regret.

The Taoist priests on the high platform had solemn expressions and their eyes were full of worry.

Master Xuanke was somewhat disappointed upon hearing Yan Chen's words, then turned to Qi Su: "Young Master Qi, it's your turn."

Qi Su appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was already filled with anxiety. He was skilled in divination and understood the spirits of all things. His witch doctor's methods of healing people were somewhat sinister compared to Taoist medicine, and he was the worst at witch doctor.

He took Shen Guanfu's pulse, his gaze somewhat unfocused. Could he say that he couldn't even identify the lumps?

"Brother, do you not know how?" Renbao whispered in his ear.

Qi Su's jaw tightened slightly, and he awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth. Under the gaze of Daoist Xuan Ke, he dared not tell the truth.

So embarrassing.

"This illness is very troublesome, and I don't know how to treat it." Qi Su forced himself to speak quickly, hurriedly got up to make room for Ren Bao, and gave Ren Bao an awkward wink.

Everyone took in his guilty look and shook their heads.

Of the three, only Renbao remained.

A genius disciple and a young master of the Wu sect were both helpless in the face of Shen Guanfu's illness.

Renbao was only three years old, and everyone had given up hope.

"My turn." Renbao climbed onto the stool and sat down. She didn't take his pulse, but quietly looked at Shen Guanfu, her eyes sparkling. "This brother is so handsome!"

Everyone: !

Compal, is this the important point?

Yan Chen could only see the Yin energy entwined around his internal organs, but he couldn't see where the true source of the Yin energy was. Ren Bao, on the other hand, could see it very clearly at a glance.

However, she needs money to treat people's illnesses.

So Renbao reached out to Master Xuanke, looked at him with his round eyes, and rubbed his index and middle fingers together.

Master Xuanke didn't understand what she meant, a look of confusion in his eyes. He imitated her gestures and asked, "Renbao, what does this mean?"

Everyone who saw this was a little dumbfounded.

An old Taoist priest, making a living by begging from door to door and telling fortunes, quietly spoke up: "Renbao's movements, his eyes, I recognize them!"

"What does it mean?" everyone asked.

The old Taoist swallowed hard. "If I'm not mistaken, Renbao wants money."

A commotion erupted. Money?!