Chapter 119: The Art of Healing Through Incantation

“Brother Tian, I’m really not lying to you. When you go to the city and take a look, you’ll see I’m telling the truth,” Yang Lao’er said sincerely.

“Hm, I know,” Ye Tian nodded.

He knew the other party wasn’t deceiving him, because he was already on the way to Phoenix City. Once there, any falsehood would be exposed.

There was simply no need to lie.

It was precisely because of this that his heart brimmed with anticipation.

A family where everyone could cultivate must hold great secrets!

Perhaps this journey would be an opportunity. If he could seize it well, he might even touch the threshold of ascending to a martial king!

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After more than ten hours of driving, a mist-shrouded mountain came into view. Below it lay an ancient, charming town connected by blue bricks and green tiles.

After leaving the main road, Yang Lao’er parked the car in a shed just outside the town and led Ye Tian on foot inside.

Because deeper in, there were only cobblestone paths, making it difficult even for motorcycles to pass.

“Brother Tian, do you think this place is beautiful?”

“Very beautiful,” Ye Tian nodded. The architectural style here was elegant and unique, rich with cultural atmosphere. Just walking the streets brought a refreshing feeling.

In contrast, the bustling, noisy Central City was like a world apart.

Having lived in Central City for years, the constant clamor there took a toll on one’s mental state.

The two chatted as they passed through the town center, eventually arriving at a wooden village nestled against the mountain.

“The young lady is in the village. I’ll take you up,” Yang Lao’er said.

Following him up a wooden ladder, Ye Tian turned left upon entering and indeed saw the twin-tailed little girl from that day.

At this moment, she sat quietly on a small stool. By the window was an emaciated elderly man.

“Brother Ye Tian, you’re here!”

Upon seeing Ye Tian again, the little girl’s expression was no longer as joyful as before; a faint sorrow lingered on her face.

“Lao’er, watch over grandpa for me. I’ll attend to Brother Ye Tian,” she said after a brief instruction, then forced a smile and tried to lead him to the next room.

But Ye Tian stood still.

“No need for formalities. You called me here because you want me to treat your grandfather, right?”

The moment he stepped into the room, he understood.

The old man on the bed was clearly gravely ill, looking like he had at most a week to live. And someone worthy of a Phoenix City heiress’s personal care could hardly be ordinary.

Most likely, he was the local leader.

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The city lord or village chief—Yang Xiaoyan’s own grandfather.

Yang Xiaoyan had sent those two brothers driving through the night to retrieve him, undoubtedly having discovered Ye Tian’s identity as a divine healer.

“Divine Healer Ye Tian pulls the old master back from the brink of death!”

That headline still trended hotly in Central City. With the Yang family’s influence, there was no way they were unaware of it.

Plainly speaking, the urgency behind Yang Xiaoyan’s summons was not mere gratitude, but a desperate plea for healing!

“Oh, brother~”

Yang Xiaoyan suddenly put on a shy expression, coyly wrapping her arms around Ye Tian’s arm.

“How are you so clever?”

“Cut it out,” Ye Tian replied, ignoring her coquettishness and looking straight into her eyes. “I want to know if the Spring of Spiritual Waters is real.”

“It’s real.”

Startled by his serious gaze, Yang Xiaoyan suddenly felt wronged.

“Except for grandpa’s matter, I haven’t lied to you,” the girl pleaded pitifully. “I was fooled too, believing in a famous doctor in Yingtian City. I fell into that pervert’s trap trying to save grandpa.”

“It was only because Brother Ye Tian intervened that he came back.”

“Hm, I understand.”

Though deceived, Ye Tian wasn’t angry.

He had come to Phoenix City with only one goal: the Spring of Spiritual Waters!

No matter the process, as long as he achieved it, even if the girl played tricks, he didn’t mind.

“I have a way to save your grandfather, but on one condition—you must let me see the Spring with my own eyes.”

At once, Yang Xiaoyan’s face darkened.

“Sorry, Brother Ye Tian, I can’t agree to that.”

“Then there’s nothing more to discuss.”

Hearing this, Ye Tian turned and walked away.

After wasting so much time for this outcome, it took great effort to keep his temper in check.

No other reason—he was a healer and never lost his composure before patients.

“Is there no room for negotiation?”

Yang Xiaoyan stepped forward anxiously. “To enter the Spring, either the family council must unanimously approve, or grandpa has to give permission.”

“But brother, you’ve seen grandpa’s condition...”

Her voice choked with emotion.

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Without treatment, the old man likely had only days left.

“Young man, I can vouch for you. Xiaoyan hasn’t lied,” a frail middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward.

His hair was streaked with white, and his weary eyes showed signs of great worry.

“You?”

Ye Tian looked at him.

“What guarantee do you offer?”

“As the outgoing city lord of Phoenix City, I guarantee, Divine Healer Ye Tian, if you can cure my old master, I promise you permanent access to the Spring!”

“Permanent access!”

Yang Xiaoyan exclaimed, eyes wide in surprise.

“Isn’t the Spring only open once a year per person? Isn’t this against regulations...” She stopped herself halfway.

Now was not the time to bargain—they were the ones seeking help.

“Agreed, I accept this deal.”

Without hesitation, Ye Tian agreed.

As always, the strong focus on results over process.

Of course, if these people dared to deceive him, he would make them pay an unbearable price.

“Let’s go in.”

Without further ado, Ye Tian stepped into the old man’s room, activating his Qi-sensing technique and narrowing his eyes to examine him.

But after just one glance, his expression grew odd.

“The old man isn’t ill.”

“Not ill?”

Yang Xiaoyan and her father Yang Yan looked stunned.

“That’s impossible. Grandpa is like this. How could he not be ill? If he wasn’t, he should be fine!”

“What I mean is, he’s under a spell.”

Ye Tian frowned. “Your grandfather has been cursed with a Zhu You Technique by someone else, causing his primordial energy to steadily deteriorate. At most, he has about a week before he dies.”

Zhu You Technique?

This unfamiliar term flashed through everyone’s mind, even the passing attendants had no recognition of it.

Only Yang Yan, after some thought, showed a sudden expression of realization.

“Zhu You Technique—it’s the mysterious method used by shamans and healers to cure and save patients!”