Chapter 256: Formations Before the Yaowangmen

mantle in the future. How can he inherit it if his hand is broken nowTo have someone dare to break his grandson's arm on his own territory is a blatant provocation, a humiliation!"Young Master Lin's...Nanshan Temple.

When Chen Pingan arrived, he found that the place outside was already crowded with people. Looking around, he saw families everywhere, and many of them had patients with them. Wheelchairs, stretchers, and other medical equipment were too numerous to count.

It's obvious that these people have all come here seeking medical treatment. Listening to the conversations around me, it seems their ailments are complex and incurable at major hospitals. They have pinned their last hopes on the Nan Shan Temple Medicine King.

Among these people, there are many legends about the Medicine King. Some say he can bring people back from the dead and create flesh from bone. He is a legend among doctors, and his acupuncture skills are simply amazing. Countless patients who couldn't be treated in major hospitals came to him, and the Medicine King had miraculous healing abilities.

However, for some reason, two years ago, the Medicine King suddenly retired, claiming to have withdrawn and secluded himself. He refused to see visitors and even set a rule for himself to only see thirty patients each year. As for who could be granted a spot on that list, it was all left to fate.

Thus, countless people seek medical treatment but are left with no options. Many often wander here, hoping to be fortunate enough to gain the favor of the Medicine King and cure their illnesses.

"Old woman, you're quite old, aren't you How long have you been here Are you alright" a middle-aged man said to the elderly woman.

The old woman waved her hand and said, “I come here almost every day, hoping that Yaowang will take pity on me and cure my poor son’s incurable illness. It's such a pity for my son; I can't bear to see white hair bury black hair!”

"But this Medicine King never shows his face, or else I would kneel before him and beg him. If he refuses, I would rather die in front of him."

The middle-aged man, hearing this, shook his head helplessly and sighed, saying, "Old man, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. The Medicine King not only possesses divine healing skills but is also said to be knowledgeable in formations. He has set up a formation at the entrance, we can't even find him!"

Chen Pingan listened to the words of these two people, hurriedly raising his eyes to look. Indeed, in front of these people, although vaguely visible, there were buildings, but they were surrounded by clouds and mist, giving a feeling of unreality, as if he were in a dreamlike world.

He took a closer look and immediately realized that this was the type of small illusion array described in the Book of Myriad Phenomena. Its effective range wouldn't exceed a hundred meters, and it required relatively rare materials to serve as the array core for operation. Back when he first saw this formation, he thought it was just a useless one.

I never expected that someone would actually use it in real life, and the user is even a renowned pharmacologist.

After obtaining the fifth golden needle, Chen Pingan activated it halfway through, learning that possessing the fifth golden needle allowed him to summon the Four Heavenly Kings. These four kings were: the War King, the Medicine King, the Gambling King, and the Charm King.

I wonder if this Medicine King is one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Burial Dragon Hall. I haven't met him yet, so everything is still unknown.

Everyone says that doctors have the heart of parents, and since the King of Medicine has the skill to revive people, yet he stands by and watches them die. Chen Ping'an furrowed his brow in disapproval. If he were to watch a patient collapse before his eyes and not offer help, what kind of doctor would he be What kind of King of Medicine

Chen Pingan asked himself, he definitely couldn't do it. If he really did that, he wouldn't even be considered a qualified doctor.

Looking at the countless deformed figures tortured by illness before him, Chen Ping'an let out a cold snort in his heart: What a renowned medicine king, his willpower is indeed admirable. Alas, he used it in the wrong place.

Chen Pingan didn't linger. He strode directly into the maze, his steps appearing strange, like a drunkard staggering forward. He would take three steps forward, then suddenly retreat two, followed by seven steps to the left front, and then four steps back before finally stopping.

As expected, as he completed his steps, the landscape before him was suddenly clear. A building with a rather old-fashioned style appeared abruptly in front of him.

This Medicine King seemed full of confidence in the small maze, he didn't even close the door. Chen Pingan didn't hesitate, and directly stepped inside.

"Little Yue'er, what's the matter The door is not closed, allowing strangers in" A voice, aged yet commanding, sounded.

Chen Ping could tell that the owner of this voice possessed formidable internal energy, likely already a fifth-rank expert. However, although the voice was powerful and resonant, it also carried a hint of weakness, for some unknown reason.turned around and saw that the young master of the Dragon King's Palace took out a syringe from his pocket and fiercely jabbed it into the back of his neck. He endured the pain and injected the medici...