Chapter 668: 560 The True Ancestor of the Heavenly Medical Sect! Flirting with You [2 Releases]

It’s rare for practitioners of Ancient Medicine to be adept at both Acupuncture Techniques and Elixirs; typically, they excel in only one.

Of course, prodigious Ancient Doctors manage to master both, like Meng Qingxue and Lin Qingjia.

It’s just that such doctors are too few and far between.

The Ancient Divine Doctor himself is rather skilled in Acupuncture Techniques and is no slouch in Refining Medicine, though he has not reached the pinnacle in that field.

“To be taken as your disciple is truly her honor,” the steward spoke up, “She will definitely come.”

How many practitioners of Ancient Medicine wish to enter the Heavenly Medical Sect, only to be denied entrance?

Moreover, the Ancient Divine Doctor is a second-generation disciple of the Heavenly Medical Sect.

Those of his generation either already have disciples or have essentially withdrawn from public life.

Doctors of this caliber can only be called upon by Ancient Martial Arts Families and their Ancestors.

Even Lin Jinyun couldn’t invite the Ancient Divine Doctor.

The steward had not anticipated that a Level Four Member of the Pill Alliance would end up catching the eye of the Ancient Divine Doctor.

The Ancient Divine Doctor said with reserve, “Naturally.”

“Then I shall relay this back to the Pill Alliance,” the steward put away Ying Zijin’s personal information, “and have her visit the Heavenly Medical Sect as soon as possible.”

“Go ahead, oh, and one more thing,” the Ancient Divine Doctor remarked indifferently, “if this young girl becomes my disciple, she can withdraw from the Pill Alliance. She won’t have the time for that.”

The Heavenly Medical Sect’s inheritance of one of the Acupuncture Techniques, the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, took him twenty years to learn.

Some practitioners of Ancient Medicine live long lives, others not so long.

Among the long-lived that he knew, one was his master Yuxuan, who was over one hundred and fifty years old this year.

And the founder of the Heavenly Medical Sect, Foo Chen, is estimated to be nearly three hundred years old, able to compete with the Ancestors of the Ancient Martial Families.

But there are more short-lived doctors, especially in the Meng Family.

Of course, the Ancient Divine Doctor knew about Meng Qingxue but had never paid much attention to her.

He reckoned that if Meng Qingxue lived past thirty, it would be quite remarkable.

The true prodigy was still Lin Qingjia.

As for this Ying Zijin, it was uncertain if she could match even remotely with Lin Qingjia.

**

Pill Alliance.

Hall Master Li received the steward’s reply.

He was aware of the resounding reputation of the Ancient Divine Doctor but was taken aback to learn that the Ancient Divine Doctor wanted Ying Zijin to leave the Pill Alliance.

Hall Master Li felt somewhat conflicted for a moment.

The Pill Alliance was merely an Alchemist Alliance; unlike the Heavenly Medical Sect, leaving it wouldn’t result in any consequences.

If one were expelled or left the Heavenly Medical Sect voluntarily, they must return all the sect’s secret techniques and abandon their Cultivation.

After pondering for a while, Hall Master Li sent a message to Ying Zijin via WeChat.

He felt fortunate for high-tech advancements, sparing the need to send messengers back and forth.

The other Hall Masters envied his mobile phone for having signal and internet access, but he simply wouldn’t tell them his secret.

[Ying Zijin]: No need, I won’t go.

[Ying Zijin]: Don’t feel obligated, I never intended to go to the Heavenly Medical Sect.

Upon reading the second message, Hall Master Li ceased his persuasions and immediately relayed Ying Zijin’s exact response back to the Heavenly Medical Sect.

What the Ancient Divine Doctor never anticipated was that he would be the one rejected.

He was ready to meticulously instruct Ying Zijin.

“Such a young age, and yet so arrogant and complacent, lacking modesty. She won’t get very far,” the Ancient Divine Doctor’s beard quivered, “As if I really wanted her as a disciple.”

“Ancient Divine Doctor, please, don’t be angry,” the steward hastily interjected, “Her loss for not becoming your disciple. ”

Without entering the Heavenly Medical Sect, how could she learn the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles or Golden Needle Crossing Points?

Even the Meng Family doesn’t possess those Acupuncture Techniques.

“The old man has no need to be angry with a green girl,” the Ancient Divine Doctor scoffed, “She can come or not as she pleases.”

Rising to his feet, he stomped out in a huff.

By chance, he encountered Lin Qingjia’s master, Elder Qi.

Elder Qi was puzzled, “Junior Brother Gu, what’s the matter with you?”

The Ancient Divine Doctor was concerned with appearances and naturally did not disclose his rejection, changing the subject instead: “Has master mentioned when the Ancestor will come down from seclusion?”

Elder Qi shook his head, “Even Young Master Foo Chen can’t see the Ancestor, let alone you or me.”

Foo Chen lived in seclusion within the Foo Family; unless she decided to reveal herself, she was untraceable.

“However, there is something,” Elder Qi pondered for a moment before speaking, “Master mentioned a few days ago that the Ancestor still has a master, and she is the true inheritor of the Heavenly Medical Sect.”

The Ancient Divine Doctor was taken aback and exclaimed, “The Ancestor has a master?”

“Shh, keep your voice down, such matters shouldn’t be spread.” Elder Qi lowered his voice, “It was this Ancestral Master who created all the Acupuncture Techniques and The Origin of Ancient Medicine.”

“I’ve heard from the master that the Ancestor is looking for her master.”

The Ancient Divine Doctor’s beard trembled again as he asked in a quivering voice, “Is this Ancestral Master still alive?”

“Who knows,” Elder Qi sighed. “The founder of Ancient Medicine, I really don’t know what kind of genius they were.”

The Ancient Divine Doctor nodded in agreement.

The things they needed to learn, others had directly created; the gap was huge.

“Junior Brother Gu, restrain your temper,” Elder Qi added. “I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first.”

The expression on the Ancient Divine Doctor’s face grew ugly.

In the Yuxuan sect, it was just him and Elder Qi.

But since he had no disciples, Elder Qi’s status was higher than his.

Biting his teeth, the Ancient Divine Doctor decided to lower his stance a bit and pay a visit to the Pill Alliance.

**

Elsewhere, at Imperial Capital University.

Even though New Year’s holiday was approaching, this period was right within the university’s exam month, and both the library and study rooms were packed.

Ying Zijin, due to her unique situation encompassing all majors, got to choose her own final exams.

She picked one professional course from each of the three major academies, and also selected one each from automation, electronic information engineering, and biochemistry.

Ying Zijin had turned down all exams related to the Chinese department.

She truly didn’t want to write even a single extra word.

“Professor Zuo, three tickets for the cross-year event’s A-section,” Ying Zijin placed the tickets down, “specially grabbed for you.”

She didn’t have many tickets for section A, and after distributing them, only these three were left.

Zuo Li was overjoyed, “Great, great, great, thank you so much, Classmate Ying, I have–”

Ying Zijin had walked away before Zuo Li could suggest writing a paper.

Zuo Li: “…”

Snow began to drift outside, and she put on her hat.

Her phone rang.

In just a few days, Hall Master Li had learned to make WeChat calls.

“Miss Ying, the Ancient Divine Doctor came in person again, still wishing to take you as his disciple,” he said cautiously. “He’s right next door; I’ll pass the phone to him.”

The Ancient Divine Doctor didn’t like using high-tech products, but still took the phone from Hall Master Li, “Young lady, let’s each take a step back, you can still stay at the Pill Alliance.”

“Once you enter the Heavenly Medical Sect, you will be my only direct disciple. Passing the assessment gives you a chance to meet the Ancestor, and furthermore…”

He hadn’t finished his sentence.

“Not going, not interested,” Miss Ying responded coldly, “Ask again and you’re blocked.”

She hung up the phone.

Fu Yunshen was waiting for her at the university’s entrance. He hadn’t driven, so the two of them walked back under an umbrella.

Seeing her indifferent expression, he touched her head, “Yaoyao, what’s wrong?”

“Someone wants to take me as a disciple,” Ying Zijin didn’t hide it, yawning, “I refused, annoying.”

She to teach her with that level of medical skill?

It would be a step backward.

Fu Yunshen didn’t ask further, his eyes curving into smiles, “Our Yaoyao is so popular, people fight over you every day.”

“Mm–” Ying Zijin turned her head, her tone even, “Yours.”

Fu Yunshen’s fingers tensed slightly, his throat becoming a bit hoarse.

This girl, starting again.

If this continued, he really wouldn’t be able to fend her off.

**

At six o’clock, classes ended, and amidst the envious and jealous eyes of the other professors, Zuo Li happily took the three tickets home.

His wife was still a fan of Qin Lingyu, and their five-year-old son sometimes watched Shang Yaozhi’s movies with her.

After handing the three tickets over to his wife, Zuo Li went inside, took out his phone, and contacted the International Physics Center.

Since Zuo Li’s first paper, published at the age of twenty, was accepted by the International Physics Center, and he had since then continuously released several more papers with notable achievements, he had a dedicated operator there.

The call was quickly connected, “Hello, this is the International Physics Center, how can I assist you?”

“Imperial Capital University, Department of Physics, I am Zuo Li, yes,” Zuo Li spoke, “about the paper I submitted at the end of October, how is it progressing?”

It had been two months; while the final honorary title was not out yet, how could there be no progress at all?

At this point, it should have at least passed the reevaluation.

Before entering the final review, they would contact him to discuss some matters.

Zuo Li knew asking Ying Zijin to write a paper was already asking too much of her, so in terms of paper and patent aspects, he was the one who always followed up.

“The paper from the end of October?” The operator started checking the computer, “Hello, could you please provide the paper’s identification number and the field of research?”

Zuo Li’s brow furrowed, “S-3019, astrophysics.”

A few minutes later, the operator replied, very politely, “I’m sorry, Professor Zuo Li, the paper you’re inquiring about did not pass the review. According to our policy, we do not respond in such cases, is there anything else I can help you with?”