Deputy Chief Sword Master of the Southriver Sword Sect
The sloppy youth swaggered upstairs, passing Ivy Liang with a crooked grin. "Once I’m done here, I’ll treat your illness. With my Miracle Hand genius skills, your problem’s as good as solved!"
He finished speaking, chuckled, and headed up to the third floor.
Once they’d gone upstairs, Kenny Liu snapped out of it and dragged Ivy Liang away, not daring to stick around.
On the third floor of Miracle Hand Pavilion stood three massive pill furnaces, each over three meters tall and weighing about a thousand jin. Flames roared inside every furnace.
Each furnace had a two-meter door built into its outer shell, clearly meant for people to enter—either for cultivation or punishment.
Above the third floor’s domed ceiling sprawled the massive crown of the ancient tree, reaching for the blue sky and giving the whole place a solemn vibe.
Inside the third-floor hall sat five elders. At the very top was an old man with white hair and beard, baby-smooth skin, eyes closed, dressed in white daoist robes—totally immortal vibes.
"Master, everyone’s here."
Celine Lin stepped into the third-floor hall, looked at the old man, and greeted him respectfully.
"Mm. I watched Gary Liu’s test just now—his pill refining has improved a lot. He deserves a reward. After the conference, he can train with me for three months."
Hearing his master’s words, the old man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Gary Liu, and spoke in a calm, flat tone.
"Thank you, Master!"
Gary Liu’s face lit up with joy and he hurried to bow in thanks.
The elder seated above was Master Weiyao, sect master of Miracle Hand. His pill-refining skills were legendary—while others might get a handful of pills from a cauldron, he could open a furnace and pull out dozens of top-grade pills at once.
The gap between them was honestly massive.
"Alex Fu, you’re back too. Any leads on what I asked you to investigate?"
Master Weiyao turned to the sloppy youth behind Celine Lin, his tone and face softening just a little, even cracking a rare smile.
"Found it, found it! With a genius like me on the job, nothing stays hidden. But Master, next time don’t send me on such boring errands, okay? Too easy, not fun at all." Alex Fu swaggered forward, yanked a cushion over, and plopped down cross-legged.
You wanted me to find out who killed Dr. Donald Dong, and I did. Word is, his surname’s Lin, and Victor Su calls him Master Lin. This guy is seriously something—his medical skills are nuts. He healed Victor Su’s injuries and fixed Molly Su’s hidden illness in one go. He’s basically Hua Tuo come back to life.
Alex Fu yawned lazily.