Chapter 079: The Formidable Old Lady of the Hospital

"Granny, you’re truly amazing," Xie Yihuang said sincerely, giving her a thumbs-up.

The old woman sighed. "There’s not much I can do. This is all I’m capable of now. I rarely perform surgeries anymore, but I have taught many students. I hope they can become good doctors."

"Granny, did you study Western medicine?" Xie Yihuang asked with curiosity.

"Yes, surgery," she replied without hiding anything. "But what I studied was Western medicine rooted in traditional Chinese medicine, so it’s not purely Western."

The posthouse was certainly warm, but after spending the entire day out in the cold, Yang Yi found it difficult to adjust to the sudden comfort. There was no time for him to get used to it, so he could only shiver as he changed into his ceremonial attire. The external warmth and internal chill made him sneeze several times. He felt as though he had caught a cold—his energy was low, and his nose began to run.

Before long, they arrived at the entrance of Wanqinglong’s cave. A thin layer of mist lingered before the entrance—the guardian Four Symbols Formation at work.

The Many-Treasured Tathagata personally presided over the Journey to the West, yet the constant maneuverings of the two, the Guide and the Quasi-Ascetic, left Maitreya with a faint sense of discontent. The Many-Treasured Tathagata was, after all, an outsider—how could he be entrusted with such a great responsibility? Maitreya couldn’t help but make a few subtle jabs.

The title "Child of Destiny" was spoken for the first time by Jones. Everyone witnessing this felt a chill in their hearts. A divine stone had fallen from the heavens, with a sword embedded in it—the one who drew it out would become the greatest emperor. If not the Child of Destiny, then what?

What followed was a grand celebratory banquet. As the champion, Li Lingyi was surrounded by nobles, many extending olive branches—though none held much hope, for King Robert’s fondness for him was evident to all. After all, he had slain the Mountain, yet Robert had not uttered a single word of reproach.

However, Li Lingyi couldn’t even control the energy beam. Perhaps it was a limitation placed on pioneers, or perhaps the world of adventure was simply different from the settings of the film. One couldn’t generalize.

The Emperor’s personal arrival was an honor beyond measure. Yang Yi hurried out to greet him, never daring to straighten his back. The Emperor’s retinue was truly magnificent—the area was sealed off, hundreds of guards had the surroundings tightly encircled, and all the commoners were confined to their homes, forbidden to step outside.

Along the way, the group feigned panic, scattering valuables and food everywhere as they went.

It was infuriating. Next time, they would have to guard against such tricks. When Zhi Mu saw Zhi Tong reduced to black ashes and recalled their past, tears streamed down his face.

Hao Tian gazed at the assembled guests, all with unsettled expressions, and felt a bitterness within. Now, during the Peach Banquet, the authority of the Celestial Lords and Sages was at its peak—especially the eastern sages and Celestial Lords. He and Yaochi could hardly get a word in, and the Peach Banquet had lost all its flavor.

Of course, when the old lady was alive, she hadn’t known that a prohibition had been placed on her. Otherwise, she would not have lingered in the mortal world like a wandering soul all this time.

Furthermore, the Taoist Road is now nothing more than a half-buried priest. Though the old man is a rare soul guide, fearless of the yin and evil energies as he traverses the lands of the dead, the corrupting power of demonic energy—whether of mind or body—is far beyond what the six evil auras can compare.

"This is exactly what His Majesty wanted you to investigate. It seems Master Kongjin had anticipated this long ago and left it behind to protect you," Peony whispered after examining it.

In the first round, Liu Yefei faced a middle-aged swordsman—not of any renowned sect, his swordplay was unremarkable, and within five moves, Liu Yefei had defeated him.

Murong Qiqi saw her breathless and anxious, assuming something urgent had happened. She immediately recalled the three creatures into her spirit beast space, and with a flash, soared toward the main hall.

Yet the smile that would occasionally cross her face could not escape the sharp eyes of Ming Zihua, who immediately realized she was chatting with a man.