Chapter 7 - Lesser Essence Strengthening Pill (2/2)

“Mr. Chen knew the way of Dao and was able to pinpoint the cause of my grandfather’s injury; I wonder if you know a way to cure him?”

She looked at Chen Fan and batted her lashes. The girl would do anything to alleviate her loving grandfather’s pain.

However, since the damage was caused by internal trauma, there was nothing modern medicine could do to help. Even the Chinese medicine doctors had given up on the elderly man since the injury had been dragged on for decades unattended.

However, seeing the miraculous power of Chen Fan, the girl finally saw a sliver of hope in curing her grandfather.

“I might as well be frank with you: Wei family is quite influential at the north side of the river. You will be heavily rewarded if you can save my grandfather. You have my word.” The girl locked her eyes onto Chen Fan’s and announced firmly.

Chen Fan hesitated for a second and said slowly:

“Heck! Why not. It’s not a difficult thing to do anyway. Since fate had brought me here, I will gladly oblige with what fate commands.”

Chen Fan watched as their faces were lit up with glee. “I need to prepare. I will bring the cure to you in two days. Does that work for you?”

“Of course!” The girl exclaimed as a smile finally broke over Zi Qing’s cold and distant face.

Chen Fan couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She looked much prettier when she was not frowning.

“Thank you, Mr. Chen.” Although the elderly man tried to remain calm, his trembling voice had betrayed him. He turned to the young man and said:

“Xiao Qi, why don’t you exchange numbers with Mr. Chen, and give him a ride home as well.”

The elderly man then turned around to Chen Fan, “Call Xiao Qi whenever you are ready, he will come to pick you up. In addition, feel free to let Xiao Qi know if you need any help. ”

“Thank you.” Chen Fan nodded.

Chen Fan was given a ride through the lakeside park to his home.

He noticed that the vehicle was not a Jeep at all; it was a Range Rover with a price tag of at least two or three million. In 2007, it was a sign of enormous wealth and power.

However, Chen Fan didn’t agree to help the elderly man because he wanted to fawn over the rich and powerful. “The elderly man named ‘Wei Fu’ seemed very approachable and easy going, but I can still sense the power he used to command. He was not an ordinary citizen. There is more than what meets the eye” Chen shook his head and thought to himself.

Although they had met each other by chance, the fact that the elderly man also had some resemblance of arcane energy made him felt obligated to offer a helping hand to a fellow cultivator.

After having exchanged numbers with Xiao Qi, Chen Fan went straight home.

As a cultivator, Chen Fan didn’t need medicine; One spirit pill down the throat could purge any disease out of his system.

Therefore, his “preparation” did not involve gathering medicines but the creation of elixirs.

Moreover, in order to cure the root cause of Wei Fu’s injury, he needed some time to enhance the elderly man’s technique of using his internal force.

Although he did not ask for any details about the internal force, as a former celestial lord, he knew the so-called internal force was nothing but the most rudimentary form of the arcane energy. For Chen Fan to solve the elderly man’s problem was as easy as solving a first-grade math question to a mathematician.

“b.a.l.l.s, my wallet is going to shrink again!” The thought of spending money on preparing the elixir made him heave a sigh.

Nonetheless, he had made a promise, and he should follow through. He dragged himself to the Chinese medicine store and purchased some more herbs. Luckily, the ingredients required for the elixir were cheap.

The elixir that Chen Fan want to brew was the most readily available aid to cultivators. It was called the “Lesser Essence Strengthening Pill.”

The essence enhancing pill was the miracle cure of the cultivators. It can cure the ailment, strengthening internal energy, and even prolonging the cultivator’s lives.

The reason that Chen Fan had given it a “lesser” prefix was because the version he was about to create had less than one-tenth of the effect of its original counterpart.

With limited resources, it would have to do. Even if Chen Fan had a deep pocket, he doubted he would be able to gather all the ingredients from the earth.

“The lesser version should be enough. Well, he will have to pay for himself if he needed a better cure.”

Chen Fan shook his head and carried on with his task.

In the few days that followed, Chen Fan had sacrificed his cultivation time to create the elixir and studying Wei Fu’s technique.

During those few days, Auntie Tang invited him several times to join her for dinner, but Chen Fan politely declined her invitations.

After a few days of hard work, he was finally ready to deliver the cure. However, Auntie Tang’s invitation came again, and this time Chen Fan felt obligated to accept her invitation.