The world is vast, with its green mountains and bright moon.
For Ye Feng, whether soone was knowledgeable or not was never an important matter; throughout the entire Xuanyuan Nation's Four Realms, there are countless soldiers, but very few can actually be rembered by na.
A small plaque was simply made in response to a friend's invitation, inspired in the mont.
Doctors have benevolent hearts!
May all doctors in the world never forget their original aspirations and remain steadfast from beginning to end, both in learning dicine and in practicing it.
"If Little Martial Uncle's realm had been higher back then, this plaque could have been used as a family heirloom, probably fetching a good price," said Long Nannan as she walked and looked around. Her previous remark was sowhat complintary, but the latter statent turned three faces dark.
Born a lover of money?
After all, this is the headquarters of the Divine Doctor Sect, where even the gatekeepers are two Martial Kings, one on each side. Looking at the two sword-wielding n, their expressions solemn and similar, both with oval-shaped faces and sharp features covered with stubble. Aside from their different postures while wielding their swords, everything else about them was identical.
It was clear that they were twins.
As Ye Feng and his companions were about to enter between them, they were suddenly stopped.
"Halt, who goes there?" asked the guard on the left, his gaze lingering on Long Nannan for a mont.
"Is it a rule that everyone who enters must first report their origins? I wouldn't think that the Imperial Divine dical Sect would have such a ridiculous rule," Ye Feng said calmly, with a hint of playfulness in his tone, surprised that he would be stopped on a visit to the Divine Doctor Sect.
Of course, he himself was to bla for not asking that friend for an identity token.
"Of course there are no such ridiculous rules!"
"However, if you want to enter, there are only two kinds of people allowed: one is those who practice dicine, and the other is those who co seeking it."
The two guards didn't draw their swords; they simply extended their hands to block the way, as immovable as a wall of bronze and steel.
Whether or not Ye Feng and his companions could enter, the answer was given back to them. Without even looking, the guards knew these people were neither sick nor in pain, and thus did not belong to the latter group.
"What if I say I am neither?" pondered Ye Feng with an expression of deep thought.
No wonder the Divine Doctor Sect doesn't fare so well in the Imperial City, just this one rule alone could easily offend many.
"Wherever you ca from, go back there," said the guard on the left dispassionately.
"That's going to be troubleso if I insist on going in today," Ye Feng said with determination. He had decided that he must enter.
Looking for trouble?
The brows of the two guards imdiately furrowed. Over so many years, they had not seen anyone foolish enough to cause trouble at the Divine Doctor Sect. Underestimating the Sect was one thing, but to offend Valley of the dicine God, which stood behind it, was akin to courting death.
"If you dare, you can force your way in, but whether you can leave afterward—that will depend on how lucky you are," said the guard, his idle hand now resting on the hilt of his sword. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire
"Little Martial Uncle, these two are so ferocious," whined Long Nannan, pretending to be scared and hiding behind Hong Qingyan.
Acting up a storm!
Ye Feng felt helpless; who would have thought that such an innocent-looking little girl could play an expert of the Divine Path Realm like a toy?
Tao Ming's death was truly a suffocating one!
"Enough of this, we're not here to cause trouble. As for the first type of person, what are the requirents?" Ye Feng paused for a mont, finally curious about the Sect's atmosphere.
"Simple. Go wait over there and we will report to soone inside. Soone will co out to ask you so questions and if you pass the assessnt, naturally you can go in," said the guard on the left, now finally looking Ye Feng in the eye.
Strange!
Why did this man, whose presence seed so ordinary just a mont ago, give him a feeling of inexplicable suffocation? Could he be a master?
"That's fine, please report to them as soon as possible," replied Ye Feng upon noticing a special waiting room on the right. It dawned on him that the Divine Doctor Sect had been recruiting over the years.
It makes sense!
The Divine Doctor Sect had many branches in Xuanyuan Nation. Relying solely on so unqualified doctors was rely a drop in the bucket.
Soon enough, Ye Feng realized they were being targeted.
Two hours passed without anyone coming to et them. Ye Feng wasn't afraid of the promised assessnt and even Hong Qingyan could manage it now, but the problem was that no one ca!
"Little Martial Uncle, are things outside always this delicious?" questioned Long Nannan, her small hand filled with snacks.
It was unclear how she had managed it, but Sima Zhantian had returned with bags full of snacks and cold drinks, and Long Nannan accepted all cors. She ingested several pounds without any reaction.
"When Little Martial Uncle isn't busy anymore, I'll take you to taste everything Xuanyuan Nation has to offer," Ye Feng said, glancing at the local duck neck in Long Nannan's hand.
It wasn't the finest food, but Long Nannan savored it greatly. It was evident that the small northwest mountain village had truly starved her.
Upon hearing this, Sima Zhantian's face suddenly darkened, but he said nothing.
The king had the heart to retire!
"Okay!"
"Little Martial Uncle, let's make a pinky promise—set it in stone," requested Long Nannan, extending her greasy finger.
"You little imp!"
"You don't give your Little Martial Uncle enough credit; his word is as good as gold," Ye Feng replied, but he still smilingly extended his own finger.
However, just as their fingertips were about to touch, Long Nannan suddenly retracted her hand as if she had just rembered sothing.
"What's wrong?" inquired Ye Feng, frowning, having never seen Long Nannan with such a downcast expression before.
"I can't make a pinkie promise."
"When I co of age, I'll have to go there too, and it's not certain whether I'll be able to co back like Sister Feng Yuan. Nannan doesn't want to break her word."
Long Nannan smiled, her expression tinged with bitterness.
"Do you have to go?"
A sudden pain gripped Ye Feng's heart, not understanding what that place was really like, but the youth in the small mountain village—
They were truly few!
It wasn't that those with families didn't want to return; most simply couldn't, much like the Northern Border Soldiers returning to their holand.
Long Nannan simply nodded.
It wasn't that she had to go, but rather that she had no choice. She was of the Long Family; everyone in the small mountain village could avoid it, but she alone could not.
Sotis, she also thought about avenging her parents.
"Extend your finger!"
"Promise Little Martial Uncle that you'll never die, and one day I'll co to take you back."
Ye Feng moved his finger, his face earnest.
"Okay!"
A large and a small finger finally touched, only for another pair of hands to envelop them both. Hong Qingyan gently said:
"We'll co back together!"
This wasn't a family, but it seed to surpass a real family. Watching this scene, Sima Zhantian's hand gripping the wine bottle tightened and tightened.
He also had his own things to do!
Ti passed once again, half an hour later, even Long Nannan wasn't clamoring impatiently, even Ye Feng was stewing with silent anger.
"Martial King, I'll barge in."
Sima Zhantian's temperant remained as ever; it seed as long as Ye Feng gave the command, he'd brave not just the headquarters of the Divine Doctor Sect, but even if it were through a mountain of blades or a sea of fire.
"No need, third ti's the charm."
"I'm actually very curious as to how the Divine Doctor Sect really operates."
Ye Feng said coldly.
"Soone's coming."
Long Nannan continued to eat nonstop, by her own words, sadness and happiness were only montary, only eating brought lasting joy.
Sure enough, in the distance, a gray-haired elder looked up at the sky, hands clasped behind his back, sauntering slowly towards the rest area.
"Who wants to be assessed, where from, what's the na?"
The elder arrived with an air of arrogance, nose turned up to the skies.
"Ye Feng!"
Ye Feng looked at the elder who wasn't even glancing at him and spat out two words lightly.
"Hmm, from where..."
The elder abruptly paused mid-sentence, snapping to attention and staring straight at Ye Feng.
Two idiots!
Yang Buhui suddenly felt an urge to curse; his complexion changed dramatically as he timidly said:
"M'lord!"
"This humble one deserves death, unaware that it was you who graced us with your presence. But why didn't you directly announce your own na, m'lord?"
This Yang Buhui turned out to be one of the ten stewards of the Imperial Divine dical Sect, holding a position similar to the gaunt rat that had gone to Southern River Region Jiangnan. Given that he was appointed here for the assessnts, it demonstrated that the Divine Doctor Sect was indeed earnest in their recruitnt.
Yet, the attitude leaves much to be desired! Recognizing himself so quickly, Ye Feng sneered:
"Isn't it better this way?"
"Making wait for nearly three hours, Old Goat, you're doing a great job."
Done for!
As soon as Ye Feng uttered those words, Yang Buhui knew his position as a steward was over. Though this m'lord didn't hold an official position within the Divine Doctor Sect,
he was a truly eminent figure at the level of a Grand Elder!
Realizing this, Yang Buhui quickly tried to redy the situation:
"M'lord, it wasn't my intention to slight you, truly. I just had no idea it was you, and moreover, there happened to be a patient inside that I couldn't leave at a mont's notice."
"Lead the way!"
Ye Feng had only two words to say.
"Yes, yes, m'lord, please follow ."
There's still hope, Yang Buhui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Ye Feng was now looking to verify the answers.
Approaching the main doors, Ye Feng paused once again.
The assessnt is done so quickly?
The two brothers exchanged looks silently, having specifically requested Steward Yang to thoroughly assess these individuals.
Sothing wasn't right!
"Have you been instructed to target specifically?"
Ye Feng's voice was exceedingly cold.
Objectively speaking, he hadn't offended these two gatekeepers, yet their pettiness had made him wait nearly three hours—an impressive feat.
"Yes, m'lord, it was my folly."
Yang Buhui dared not push all the bla away.
M'lord!
The two n were dumbstruck, for in the entire Divine Doctor Sect, the title of m'lord was reserved for only five individuals: the three Grand Elders and the two leaders, yet they recognized all of them.
Who was this?
"In practicing dicine and handling affairs, negligence is a responsibility to life itself; let them pack up and roll out. If you can't handle that, I'll personally have a word with Old Man Yu."
Ye Feng spoke without turning back and continued walking inside, ignoring the pleading looks in the n's eyes.
Had they known earlier, why bother with such pettiness.
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