My Master Knows It All

1378: Chapter 331 1378: Chapter 331 Before arriving at the Dragon Chant Sect, Cao Zhen had already considered that he might encounter many people targeting him.

After all, he had run off with Immortal Bi Yue—the goddess in the hearts of all Dragon Chant Sect disciples.

However, after arriving at the Dragon Chant Sect, perhaps due to minimal interactions with others, or maybe because the Dragon Chant Sect disciples dared not provoke Immortal Bi Yue, no one troubled or challenged him.

Today, for the first time, he ran into a disciple from the Dragon Chant Sect provoking him.

Immortal Bi Yue heard Luo Zhen’s words laced with hostility and showed an expression of displeasure on her face, softly calling, “Shishu Luo Zhen!”

With those four simple words, she said nothing more, but her stiff tone unmistakably conveyed her dissatisfaction to everyone present.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop,” Luo Zhen, sensing Immortal Bi Yue’s attitude, hurriedly waved his hands and then looked at Cao Zhen, saying, “Fine, now extend your left hand and let me take a look.”

Hearing this, Cao Zhen extended his left hand.

After living fifty years as a mortal in this timeline, he could distinguish one key fact: though he had been a cultivator and possessed innate differences from average mortals, learning firsthand how mortals got ill.

Yet during his fifty years, he had not fallen ill—except for the occasional slash to his skin that merely required a doctor for bandaging.

Ironically, he’d never needed a doctor to determine his pulse until now.

Upon placing his fingers on Cao Zhen’s wrist, Luo Zhen closed his eyes slightly and focused intently on feeling Cao Zhen’s pulse.

Moments later, his brows furrowed tightly.

The entire hall instantly fell into an eerie silence; no one dared speak for fear of disturbing Luo Zhen.

After a long while, Luo Zhen finally withdrew his hand.

He opened his eyes, looked at Cao Zhen, and blurted out a shocking remark: “You were supposed to be dead.”

As the words hung in the air, Immortal Bi Yue abruptly stood up.

Cold breath gushed forth from her body, lowering the temperature of the entire hall noticeably.

Her tone was icy as she said, “Shishu Luo Zhen, what exactly are you trying to do?”

Initially, when Luo Zhen had expressed disinterest in treating Cao Zhen, she had only lightly reminded him without getting angry.

After all, she was still counting on his expertise to help heal Cao Zhen’s injuries.

But now, Luo Zhen had examined him and straightaway claimed Cao Zhen should have died—what was the meaning behind this?

Around them, the crowd, sensing the frost emanating from Immortal Bi Yue, instinctively stepped back a few paces.

Luo Zhen hastily explained, “I’m telling the truth.

Based on the injuries inside his body, it can be inferred that he shouldn’t have survived back then.

Someone must have intervened, shielding him from an attack, and that’s why he’s still alive.”

Luo Zhen still had a strong will to live, as he tentatively asked Cao Zhen, “Do I have that right?”

Cao Zhen nodded slightly and admitted, “That’s correct.

Back then, it was my disciple who saved me.”

The crowd, hearing Cao Zhen personally verify this, suddenly had their perspective of Luo Zhen change.

How exactly did Luo Zhen figure that out?

The devastating attack had obviously been intercepted without affecting Cao Zhen—so how had Luo Zhen deduced it from the injuries themselves?

Luo Zhen, noticing the astonished gazes surrounding him, unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth upward, a streak of smugness flashing across his face.

Were they impressed?

Perfect.

Indeed, this was precisely the effect he intended.

In truth, determining that someone else had shielded Cao Zhen wasn’t terribly complicated.

Simply reversing the logic based on his injuries…

Luo Zhen deliberately adopted an enigmatic tone: “You’re quite lucky to have encountered me.

If it weren’t for me, even if you could recover from your injuries, you’d still end up with hidden internal damage.

That damage—you’d be wholly unaware of its presence.

But after the Minor Era of Inversion of Heaven and Earth ends, once you’ve reached the Earth Immortal Realm, only then would you realize its profound effects.”

Cao Zhen’s expression turned peculiar as he looked at Luo Zhen; this man had started fine, but now, he was clearly trying to deceive him.

If Cao Zhen didn’t have deep knowledge of alchemy and wasn’t an Alchemy Master, he might genuinely have been fooled by this guy.

Hidden injuries?

How could he not know the condition of his own injuries?

Give him sufficient materials, and he could easily refine a pill to heal completely—with no residual damage whatsoever.

At the side, Immortal Bi Yue became visibly worried upon overhearing this.

She quickly interjected, “Shishu Luo Zhen, since you’re capable of healing his injuries, please hurry and help him.”

“It’s not a problem to heal him, but he’s not one of our Dragon Chant Sect members.

You’re aware of the Luo Family’s rules: for treating our sect disciples’ injuries, we charge nothing whatsoever.

But for outsiders seeking treatment, that’s an entirely different matter.”

As Luo Zhen spoke, he even gestured toward Immortal Bi Yue, further adding, “Also, Bi Yue Shizhi, don’t even think about paying his fee on his behalf.

You are part of our Dragon Chant Sect.

If you were to pay me, it’d mean I’m healing an outsider and still extracting wealth from our sect disciples!

Thus, this bill can only be settled by him.”

Upon hearing Luo Zhen’s statement, the surrounding crowd subtly nodded.

His reasoning was solid—it did make sense.

After all, when someone refines pills or provides treatment for another’s injuries, the expectation of payment is reasonable.

Looking at Luo Zhen standing before him, however, Cao Zhen couldn’t help but feel this guy was less like an esteemed Alchemy Master and more like an unscrupulous merchant.

So, he was now shamelessly demanding money?

“Oh?

Payment?

I’m curious—how much do I need to pay?” Cao Zhen asked, with some amusement at Luo Zhen’s pricing.