As for Wen Ping, after breakfast he dragged Yun Liao down the mountain. This time, Wen Ping wanted to visit the Yang Family. As the largest cloth and silk merchants, he wanted to commission a new set of Sect Uniforms.
He had already thought of a name for it: Immortal Breeze!
The overall design of the clothing must be light, using mostly white gauze, so that when blown by the wind, the clothes would exude an ethereal aura. In short, it should highlight the distinctiveness and transcendence of the Immortal Sect.
In the future, anyone who sees a member of the Immortal Sect will definitely feel like an immortal descending from the heavens.
But when he met Yang Zongxian, Yang seemed somewhat anxious. Wen Ping expressed his ideas and named the best materials, "Clan Leader Yang, the sewing thread should be gold, and the patterns on the gauze should be silver thread, with the best Silver Silk."
Yang Zongxian agreed, but it seemed perfunctory, "Alright, Sect Leader Wen, I understand."
"Elder Yun, do you think the inner fabric should be pure cloth or the fur of a demon?"
"Can you give a more definite answer?"
"Sect Leader, I really have no expertise in these things." Yun Liao shrugged with a bitter smile, as if saying don’t ask me what I don’t understand.
Yang Zongxian hurriedly picked up the topic, saying, "Let’s use cloth, the Cyan Mountain and Stream Shirt also uses cloth, and it’s lightweight, fitting the name ’Breeze’. Sect Leader Wen, I’ll have several samples made and sent to the Immortal Sect in a few days."
"Alright, I’ll trouble you, Clan Leader Yang." Wen Ping felt a bit puzzled; after just a few words, Yang Zongxian seemed eager to send him off. Could it be that the Immortal Sect Leader is so unwelcome?
However, seeing Yang Zongxian frequently looking outside, he surmised there might be something urgent, otherwise, he wouldn’t act this way.
At this moment, Wen Ping thought of asking the system a question, "System, if I build a tailor shop in the Immortal Sect and upgrade it, could it produce clothes impervious to water and fire?"
The system replied, "Not necessarily, it depends on the special ability drawn."
Still, Wen Ping decided he must try it in the future.
Just as Wen Ping was about to say his goodbyes, he suddenly saw someone walking briskly past the main hall. When Yang Zongxian saw this, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he was about to bid Wen Ping farewell.
"Sect Leader Wen, I won’t see you out today. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll be going first."
"Please go ahead, Clan Leader Yang."
So he was waiting for someone!
Wen Ping glanced at the person’s back, and the black and gold robe told him a piece of information: a Kao Shan Sect Elder Level!
Immediately afterwards, another person appeared behind, also in a black and gold robe, walking like the wind, their gaze like a torch focusing ahead, following the elder robed figure into the inner courtyard of the Yang Residence.
Yun Liao spoke up, "One is at the Tenth Layer of Body Refinement, the other at the Body Refining Thirteenth Layer."
"Let’s go, follow and take a look."
Wen Ping certainly didn’t think the Yang Family would submit to the Kao Shan Sect. Yang Zongxian was a close friend of Huaikong, who, though not very powerful, had high renown throughout East Lake, with more than a few friends above the Profound Realm.
Given the Kao Shan Sect’s power, the Yang Family would never submit to them, not even the former Immortal Sect could make the Yang Family submit.
When Wen Ping and Yun Liao followed, Wen Ping arrived at a familiar backyard, a place he had visited when helping Huai Ye. This time, it felt the same, with many servants gathered at the stone gate, secretly peeking at the distant wing room.
Wen Ping silently followed, and just as he was about to step into the inner courtyard, a servant suddenly stopped him.
"Sect Leader Wen, the master instructed today that only physicians may enter the inner courtyard." As he said this, his head kept sneaking inside, afraid of Wen Ping’s reprimand, trying to catch his master’s attention by peeking.
But before the master could notice him, Wen Ping pressed down his raised hand.
Wen Ping whispered, "I’m just going to take a look, without making a sound."
Wen Ping was not angry, since the other was following his master’s instructions. Saying this, he stepped inside. If he really wanted to enter, a mere servant wouldn’t dare stop him, even with Yang Zongxian’s orders.
After entering the inner courtyard, Wen Ping saw the two from Kao Shan Sect being received by Yang Zongxian and entering a wing room.
Several people stood outside the wing room, their faces heavy. The entire atmosphere in the backyard felt like a sky covered by dark clouds, gloomy. The flowers and plants on both sides were pressed low, as if an invisible aura was pressing down on them.
Wen Ping said nothing, slowly approached the window, and looked inside through it, hearing the voices coming from within.
"Mr. Rong, you’re finally here! My friend only has an hour left, please hurry."
It was Huaikong’s voice.
Following closely was a voice that sounded as if gravel had choked it, "Sect Master Wan specifically called the old man to take a look at this senior. Clan Leader Yang, rest assured, let me take a look and the problem will certainly be solved."
"Thank you, Elder Rong." Yang Zongxian didn’t continue with idle talk, stepping aside.
Standing outside the window, Wen Ping looked puzzled.
Rong? Is it that Elder Rong?
Wen Ping immediately recalled him in his mind.
Once a Divine Doctor of Cangwu City, known for miraculous healing, he was quite reputable in Cangwu City,no matter what kind of difficult or complicated disease it was, he could cure it. But three years ago he suddenly closed his clinic, and it was later rumored he went home to enjoy his twilight years.
Three years had passed, and Wen Ping was surprised to find that he hadn’t left Cangwu City at all, but secretly joined the Kao Shan Sect, serving their people. He even wore the black and gold robe, becoming part of the Kao Shan Sect’s core.
At this moment, Wen Ping saw Elder Rong taking a cloth bundle from a collapsed wooden box inside the room.
The cloth bundle was the size of a fist, and after being unfolded, it revealed various needles of different thicknesses, densely packed.
Elder Rong grabbed a handful and said in a voice like something scraping sandpaper, "If it’s Screaming Snake Demon Poison, my Fenglong Needle should suppress it. Please help the old man remove all of this senior’s clothing."
Huaikong immediately called to Ah Long, who was standing by.
Ah Long dared not hesitate, quickly stepping forward to remove Yu Mo’s shirt and pants, then hurriedly stepping back.
Back and forth, it took only ten breaths.
Time, at this moment, was as precious as gold; an hour would pass in the blink of an eye, how could they afford to waste even a bit?
Elder Rong pinched a silver needle and pierced it into the chest.
With another reach, ten needles were inserted into the abdomen.
But just then, a voice came from outside the window, "Fenglong Needle, I think it’s a death needle!"