Thousand miles cloud

Lin Feng was born with the Pure Yang Physique, a condition that threatened to cut his life short. His father told him that the only way to resolve the hidden dangers was to find someone with a Pure Yin Physique to balance it out, along with the help of elixirs.
Whenever Lin Feng thought about this, he couldn't help but feel frustrated and discouraged. He'd rather be consumed by the Pure Yang Energy than go through all that trouble. However, would things go as he wished?

Saintly Physician

"Brother Lin, rest assured, my people will keep their mouths shut and won't speak of today's events," Shen Wanzhang said, fearing that Lin Feng would misunderstand, so he explained on behalf of the driver.


"No problem, after all, Lady Qin is protecting us," Lin Feng joked, casually putting it in his pocket.


In fact, a driver who could stay close to Shen Wanzhang must be a loyal confidant, well aware of the secrets of Wanbao Pavilion; one more secret wouldn't matter.


"We're here." As he was speaking, Shen Wanzhang suddenly stopped and looked up at a pavilion building facing the street.


The pavilion was nine stories tall, each level's eaves adorned with a copper bell. When the night wind blew, it emitted a strange jingle, almost as if summoning souls.


Above the entrance hung a plaque inscribed: Spirit Pavilion.


The plaque was pitch-black, and under the illumination of dark red paper lanterns on either side, the atmosphere was immensely eerie.


Chapter 269 Spirit Pavilion