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"Fortune telling costs fifty taels, medical treatment costs one hundred taels; this is Renbao's rule."

Renbao wiggled her chubby little legs, her voice soft, sweet, and loud.

Everyone gasped in shock; it really did cost money.

At the Xuan Shi Conference, passing the challenges required silver coins, and Ren Bao was the first to do so!

Master Xuanke was somewhat surprised and transmitted his voice to the altar master, "Master, this..."

"Ask her if it can be cured," the altar master asked.

Master Xuanke looked at Renbao and asked gently, "Renbao, can you heal Uncle Shen?"

Renbao nodded: "Yes, you can!"

The group exchanged incredulous glances. She really knew medicine?

Shuanghe crossed her arms and sneered, her face full of disdain: "She didn't even take her pulse before saying she could cure her, and she immediately asked for money. I think she's obsessed with money. At such a young age, she reeks of money and is an insult to civility."

Songcheng retorted, "According to you, your temple doesn't need incense money or to go down the mountain to earn silver?"

Shi Huai of the Yue Shan Sect, who was usually silent, couldn't help but speak up, saying, "Last time, your disciples from the Zixu Temple fought each other over the job of performing a Buddhist ritual for the Jia family. Why didn't you say it was uncivilized then?"

Shuanghe's face immediately burned, but she stubbornly argued, "Anyway, Renbao definitely can't cure Uncle Shen."

"Give it to her." The altar master stared intently at Renbao and said solemnly.

As long as Shen Guanfu can be saved, I would give anything, not just a hundred taels, but a thousand or even ten thousand taels!

The disciple delivered the silver.

Master Xuanke presented it to Renbao with both hands.

Renbao's eyes lit up, and he happily put away the silver.

That greedy little face amused Qi Su, who couldn't help but smile, yet also felt a little worried.

What if I take the money but can't cure the disease?

Before anyone could react, Renbao had already climbed onto the bed, pulled out a peach wood sword, and aimed it at Shen Guanfu's heart.

"Renbao! What are you doing!" Xuan Ke Dao Da was shocked and rushed forward to stop him.

Renbao looked up at him and blinked: "Treat him? He can't wait any longer. If the root of the Yin energy isn't removed, he only has three days left to live."

These words shocked all the Taoist priests in Zhiwei Valley, causing them to lose all color in their faces.

Uncle Guanfu, do you only have three days left to live?

"Renbao, is this how you save people?" Master Xuanke asked, voicing everyone's unspoken thoughts.

Renbao nodded his little head: "Not all of them. Some only need a pill, some need acupuncture, and the most serious ones require a peach wood sword."

After she finished speaking, she asked another question.

"Can Renbao poke him now?"

Master Xuanke was undecided and glanced outside.

The sect leader clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "Let her poke her."

"A true master!" The Taoist priest from Zhiwei Valley looked at him in astonishment, and said with concern, "If it is..."

The altar master gazed intently at Renbao: "I believe her."

The usually calm and composed Taoist Master Xuan Ke was unusually nervous. He swallowed hard and slowly nodded to Ren Bao: "Poke."

Renbao focused his mind, aimed the peach wood sword at Shen Guanfu's chest, and thrust it forcefully.

She severed the source of the malevolent energy, which was invisible to others, with a single sword strike.

Shen Guanfu opened his eyes.

Master Xuan Ke was both surprised and delighted: "Uncle Shen, you're awake!"

The next moment, Shen Guanfu spat out a mouthful of black blood, staining his moon-white Taoist robe red, which looked somewhat frightening.

The crowd gasped and stood up, wishing they could stick their heads into the bronze mirror.

Could Uncle Shen have been killed by Renbao's doctor?

Shuanghe was the first to jump out and pour cold water on the idea: "What did I say? Renbao doesn't know any medicine at all. Now look what's happened. We don't even have to wait three days. Uncle Shen will be meeting the King of Hell right now."

Su Tang also smiled knowingly, as if she were watching a good show.

Now, Zhiwei Valley will definitely not let Renbao off the hook.

"Renbao, Uncle Shen, he..." Master Xuanke was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The altar master also disappeared from the high platform and appeared inside the house.

Renbao calmly replied, "He'll be fine once he spits out the stagnant blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Guanfu sat up and looked at Renbao with gentle eyes: "I am grateful for Renbao's help."

"Uncle-Master Shen." The sect leader stepped forward excitedly, his voice trembling slightly, "Are you alright?"

Shen Guanfu took the pulse and nodded gently: "All done."

Zhiwei Valley fell silent for a moment, followed by a deafening gasp of astonishment. Everyone looked on in disbelief. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have imagined that a three-year-old child could actually possess medical skills capable of bringing people back from the dead!

The altar master looked at Renbao and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, Renbao, for saving Uncle Shen. The entire Zhiwei Valley will remember this kindness. We will never refuse any request you may have from Zhiwei Valley in the future."

Everyone's breath hitched again.

The altar master not only bowed deeply to a three-year-old child, but also made a promise that they would never dare to do in their wildest dreams.

Renbao waved her chubby little hands, her eyes darting around playfully. She sheathed her peach wood sword and asked in a clear voice, "Did I win?"

The altar master was taken aback, not expecting that this was what she cared about most. He nodded with a wry smile, "Renbao is the champion of this Xuanshi Conference."

The three-year-old champion!

Renbao's eyes shone brightly, and he said excitedly, "Then shouldn't I be given an ancient flying beast as my mount?"

The altar master suddenly opened his eyes.

The entire room fell silent.

Ancient birds and mythical beasts as the top reward? That's not true!

Besides, what about the ancient flying birds and mythical beasts?

The altar master asked in surprise, "How did Renbao know that the prize for the champion is an ancient flying bird or divine beast?"

No Taoist temple in the world can keep ancient divine birds. First, divine birds need the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is difficult to provide for. Second, divine birds are proud and untamed and recognize their masters, so they are unwilling to be controlled by people.

Renbao was stunned. She had just put a sugar pill in her mouth when it suddenly didn't taste sweet anymore: "Xuanxuan said it. He said that if you win the Xuanshu Tournament, the prizes are the Xuanji Jade Plate, the Xuan Turtle Shell, and ancient flying birds and divine beasts."

Master of the Altar: ......

The abbot of Daoxuan Temple is truly yin.

They even lie to children.

"Renbao, the grand prize is only the Mysterious Jade Plate and the Mysterious Tortoise Shell, not any ancient flying birds or divine beasts." The altar master couldn't bear to see Renbao's heartbroken look, so he quickly finished speaking, his eyes glazed over.

Renbao pouted slightly, her cheeks puffed out, and she said somewhat angrily, "Xuanxuan is lying!"

At Qingshan Temple, Daoxuan, who was offering incense, felt that the expression on the portrait of the patriarch was not right. It seemed that the patriarch was gloating and laughing at him.

Achoo!

Dao Xuan rubbed his nose, looking completely bewildered.

Who, who is cursing him?

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Seeing that Renbao was about to cry, the Taoist priests surrounded her, feeling helpless and unsure how to comfort her.

Ren Bao came to the Mystic Arts Conference to obtain a majestic mount, but now that she was told she didn't have one, she felt like the sky had fallen.

"Yes." Renbao's curled eyelashes fluttered twice, looking both aggrieved and charming.

Shen Guanfu smiled and pointed north: "That's Mount Sitai. The White Tiger, one of the Four Spirits, is there. If you want it, I can summon it, but whether you can tame it depends on yourself."

White tiger! How majestic! It's worthy to be her mount!

Renbao's eyes lit up, and he said in a strong voice, "I want it!"