After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

Chapter 493 Let's pack up and head down the mountain!

Just by looking at how everyone used to avoid the herb garden like the plague, one should know that this old man is not someone to be trifled with.

Feng Qingtan gently pried open the other man's fingers one by one, then patted the cuffs of his sleeve that had been crumpled. With a slight nod, his previous polite smile vanished completely. He said, "As you can see, young master, my eyes are blind. I need someone to help me walk. Let alone healing or saving lives, I'd be lucky if I didn't cause any trouble. Young master's kindness is appreciated, but I must disappoint you. I apologize."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve and said, "Farewell."

Murong Weiming watched the two of them go back and forth, feeling quite pleased. He laughed loudly and mocked, "Haha! See what I said before? Feng Qingtan is just blind, not stupid! You two are trying to curry favor and get close to each other, it's obvious you're like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken, up to no good. Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe your nonsense. Sending a blind man all the way to his death with you, Murong Zhixian, it's a good thing you have no conscience at all!"

Before Murong Zhixian could even react, Feng Qingtan, whose foot was already inside the threshold, suddenly stopped, turned around, and tilted his head to the side. "Going to your death?"

His voice was low, but the last syllable rose slightly, carrying a hint of amusement and danger. His slightly raised eyebrows concealed the blankness in his eyes, making him look several years younger. He straightened his back and exuded the aura of a divine doctor.

Murong Zhixian, who was standing nearby, was caught off guard by his sudden change in demeanor. Fortunately, the other man couldn't see the fleeting look of embarrassment on his face. He coughed and explained in a steady voice, "This kid is used to talking nonsense. How can you believe what he says?"

"You think you can believe me just because I can't?" Murong Weiming rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm not a good person, but you're even worse! Hypocritical, two-faced, hypocritical... Old man, if you don't want to die..."

"Shut up!" Murong Zhixian was so angry that she almost ground her teeth to powder, and shouted sharply.

But Feng Qingtan's voice was louder than his, "Let him speak! Explain yourself clearly!"

The voice was deep and resonant, like a thunderclap. Murong Weiming was stunned, his intense emotions momentarily dissipated. He frowned and shook his head, "I..."

Before he could speak, he instinctively glanced at Murong Zhixian, but Feng Qingtan had already stepped in front of him. He lowered his eyes, forced a smile, and slowly said, "I've practiced medicine for most of my life and encountered many difficult and complicated cases, but I've never heard of a disease that requires death. Presumably, Young Master Murong is joking..."

"Who's joking with you? I heard it all clearly. The old man's health has been failing for a long time. He arranged the marriage with the Yuan family back then just to possess someone's body! You know what possession is, right? Coming out of a dying body and into a young, vibrant one! If you don't believe me, just ask this kid. His father knows about this too!" Murong Weiming gestured towards the stunned Murong Zhixian. "His father didn't do anything good either... He bribed Murong Shaoai's personal maid back then. As for what he did, you'll have to ask this kid."

Murong Zhixian's astonishment was even greater than his anger. He pulled aside Feng Qingtan, who was equally astonished and hadn't even reacted, and frowned as he questioned, "Wei Ming, what nonsense are you spouting? What death, what possession? I think you're the one who's been possessed, spouting such rubbish! I think you should hurry up and find Doctor Feng to fix your brain!"

"You don't know? You actually don't know?" Murong Weiming laughed exaggeratedly twice, his tone sarcastic and mocking. "It seems your father doesn't value you, the second son, very much. Why don't you ask your good older brother later? Maybe he knows something?"

Murong Zhixian twitched the corners of her mouth and laughed, "Don't stir up trouble, Murong Weiming, I'm warning you, shut your mouth without solid evidence! Fine, fine... I didn't understand before why your father insisted that I bring you out, saying it was for training, but it sounds nice. So this is what he was planning. With one sentence, he dragged the first and second branches into it. Doesn't this mean the Murong family will fall directly into the hands of your third branch? As for you... you're just an illegitimate child. Even if you really cause trouble, you can't shake the foundation of the third branch."

"In the end, Murong Weiming... you're nothing but a discarded son in your father's eyes!"

"Murong Zhixian, you're talking nonsense!"

Seeing that the two were about to come to blows, Feng Qingtan shook his cane and shouted angrily, "Shut up, both of you! If you want to argue, go outside and argue. If you want to fight, find a place where no one can see you. If you kill someone, just bury them on the spot, so as not to dirty my doorstep!"

Having said that, he tapped his dark cane heavily on the bluestone bricks beneath his feet, his composed expression hinting at an impending storm.

Murong Weiming shrugged nonchalantly and remained silent.

Murong Zhixian apologized with a forced smile, "Dr. Feng, I'm so sorry. Please don't take my brother's nonsense to heart. I assure you that none of these things happened! Rest assured, as long as you are willing to come with me to Anshi, I will definitely ensure your safety. What do you say?"

“No need.” Feng Qingtan once again brushed the hand off his arm. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly for a moment. “You can see my current condition. Let alone Anshi, I’m afraid I can’t even get down this mountain. I won’t go and cause you any trouble. As for the ‘body possession’ you mentioned, although I’ve never heard of it, I know very well that this is a difficult case that no doctor can handle. Even if I went to Anshi with you, I wouldn’t be able to help in the slightest.”

He placed both hands on the handles of his cane, sighed softly, and said, "Young Master Murong, let me be frank. If you all came to Xuanshan because of this old man, you might as well pack up and go down the mountain as soon as possible. Don't waste your time. This old man will not go to Anshi with you, much less to the Murong family."

"The Divine Physician Feng..."

Murong Zhixian was about to persuade them again when a large group of people approached from a distance. Before they even got close, their voices rang out, "Well! I was wondering why they didn't come when he was alive, and no one came to mourn him when he was gone. But now that time has passed, they all come to Zhixuan Mountain to join the fun and curry favor... So, they're all harboring their own selfish desires! Feng Qingtan has lived and worked at Zhixuan Mountain for fourteen years. If you want to take him away, shouldn't you first settle the accounts for all the money he spent on food, clothing, and other necessities over the years?"