Chapter 781: Soul-Stabilizing Powder

"I'm Ling Feng. This is my Divine Imperial Physician token."

Ling Feng gave a calm smile and pulled out the token from his storage ring, handing it over.

The commander's mouth twitched. He didn't recognize the token, but he knew one thing for sure—faking a Divine Imperial Physician's identity was no joke. And out here, there was no reason to pretend.

"No need to show it." The commander chuckled awkwardly and gently pushed the token back. "I failed to recognize your status. Please wait here, my lord. I'll report to the general immediately."

With that, the commander scurried off toward the military tents in the rear.

In truth, it wasn't just the commander—even Ling Feng's companions stared at him in astonishment.

"Ling Feng, no wonder your medical skills are so extraordinary. You're actually a Divine Imperial Physician!"

Gong Cheng laughed, lightly tapping his forehead. "Then again, if

you

don't qualify as one, hardly anyone in this world would."

"

Haha,

Brother Feng truly lives up to his name!"

Ye Nanfeng gave Ling Feng a thumbs-up. "With you here, those Blood Spirit Corpses won't stand a chance!"

Ling Feng shook his head wryly. "If only it were that simple."

Before long, a middle-aged man in armor followed the commander back. He was in his forties, with a neatly trimmed mustache, exuding an air of sharp efficiency.

"I am Sun. Please forgive the lack of a proper welcome—I hadn't expected a Divine Imperial Physician to grace us with his presence!"

The general clasped his fists respectfully from a distance, sizing up Ling Feng. Despite his youth, the general was certain he must hail from one of the legendary Daoist Medical Clans.

Ling Feng smiled lightly and returned the salute. "General Sun, you're too kind."

He let his gaze sweep across the city walls. "I've come to find a cure for the Blood Spirit Corpses—and to save the innocent before this place turns into a graveyard."

Sun Gongming nodded. "Young Divine Physician, your compassion at such a young age is admirable. Please, follow me."

"The title is too grand. I'm just Ling Feng—address me by name. These are my companions, all students of Tianwei Academy."

Ling Feng took a moment to introduce Jiang Xiaofan and the others one by one. General Sun Gongming nodded repeatedly, clearly reassured.

So they were all students from Tianwei Academy.

After the Northwestern Army sealed off the cities harboring Blood God Cult branch temples, emergency requests had been sent back to the imperial capital.

Unfortunately, most physicians lacked the cultivation to operate in such dangerous zones. At best, they could only wait in Xiling City for the military to deliver live Blood Spirit Corpses for study—a slow, inefficient process with little real progress.

This was why the soldiers had grown disillusioned, losing hope in the Daoist physicians. They now awaited orders to simply burn the cities.

But Ling Feng was different—a Divine Imperial Physician who had personally come to the frontlines. He was the first of his kind.

"In the military tents, we've captured some Blood Spirit Corpses. Common antidotes are useless. Our army physicians are at their wits' end."

Sun Gongming sighed as he led the way. "Young friend Ling, those Blood Spirit Corpses are filled with lethal poison. Once agitated, they turn ferocious. A single scratch risks infection. You must be extremely careful."

"General Sun, rest assured."

Ling Feng nodded, following him into a tent thick with the scent of herbs. Several middle-aged men in white coats ground medicinal ingredients, attempting to feed them to the restrained Blood Spirit Corpses.

"Seven-Flower Herb, Shadow Silk Leaf..."

Ling Feng rubbed his nose. These herbs were commonly used to dispel demonic miasma and could somewhat suppress the Blood Spirit Corpses' aggression. Unfortunately, they couldn't purge the toxins.

"General Sun."

When the military physicians saw General Sun Gongming enter, they immediately rose and saluted. But as their eyes shifted to the group of young people following behind him, a trace of disdain flickered across their faces.

They had seen plenty of disciples from various sects come to "investigate" the situation before. Most of them were arrogant and overconfident, underestimating the threat posed by the Blood Spirit Corpses. Despite repeated warnings, they'd charge recklessly into the city, hoping to track down the Blood God Cult's main temple.

The idea sounded noble—on paper. But in the end, almost none of them made it back alive. And those who did? Covered in bite wounds, only to succumb to the infection shortly after and turn into Blood Spirit Corpses themselves. At that point, there was no choice but to toss them back into the city to rot—or kill them outright, to prevent further risk.

So, to the physicians, these glory-hungry youngsters were more trouble than they were worth. Not only were they useless in handling the crisis, they often made things worse for the soldiers stationed here.

"General, Yanbao City is already a disaster zone. These ignorant brats will only cause more chaos."

One slightly overweight middle-aged man ground the herbs, his voice tinged with frustration as he muttered, "I've just managed to calm these Blood Spirit Corpses down. Let's not have them cause any more trouble."

"Physician Jin, this is—"

Sun Gongming began introducing Ling Feng, but Ling Feng raised a hand to stop him.

Stepping forward, Ling Feng addressed the physician calmly. "Using Shadow Silk Leaf with Seven-Flower Herb, Seven-Shell Molt, and Blood Orchid—common military ingredients—to create Soul-Stabilizing Powder is indeed the most effective method currently. Rest assured, I won't disturb the Blood Spirit Corpses during my examination."

"You—!"

Physician Jin's head snapped up, eyes wide. "How did you know it's Soul-Stabilizing Powder? This formula took me years to derive from an ancient fragment!"

"I've read about it in the

Classic Formula of the Medicine King

."

Ling Feng smiled faintly. In that text, Soul-Stabilizing Powder was merely a beginner-level prescription.

"The

Classic Formula of the Medicine King

?"

Jin Weide swallowed hard. As a physician, he knew what that meant—the holy grail of medical texts, coveted by healers across the land!

Ignoring his shock, Ling Feng strode to a bound Blood Spirit Corpse. Drawing a spare set of silver needles, he swiftly pricked its acupoints, studying the toxin's behavior.

"This young man..."

Jin Weide's eyelids twitched violently. Ling Feng's needle technique was lightning-fast, his skill far beyond anything Jin had expected.

The other physicians stared, equally stunned. Their own abilities paled in comparison—Jin Weide's skills barely reached the Daoist level. Seeing Ling Feng's prowess left them in awe.

"General Sun, who

is

this young man?" Jin Weide asked, his voice grave as he turned to Sun Gongming.

"His name is Ling Feng—a Divine Imperial Physician, it seems. I had my doubts at first, but now..."

Sun Gongming allowed himself a small smile. It appeared that Ling Feng's arrival might indeed be the key to saving the sixteen afflicted cities.