The Greatest Village Doctor In The World

Chapter 1077: Treasured Sword

Ling Feng asked impatiently, "What is it?"

Wu Gang turned his head and glanced at him, "It’s a treasured sword!"

"Hm?"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, muttering to himself, "A treasured sword? What use is that?"

"This sword was carried at all times by Prince Longyu back in the day and followed him through battles spanning twenty years to the south and north. After he retired and returned to civilian life, he gifted this sword to my Wu Family’s ancestors!" Wu Gang explained.

"Why?" Ling Feng inquired.

"The two shared a bond strong as life itself on the battlefield. Prince Longyu once said when he gifted the sword that they would be far apart in the future and it would be difficult to meet, so he wanted this sword to serve as a keepsake for my ancestor."

"Ah, that makes sense," Ling Feng remarked, nodding.

Ling Feng nodded and then continued, "If we follow that line of thought, the Xinglong Gang’s approach to Wu Hua, together with their actions just now, it’s very likely they’re after this sword!"

"Exactly, I can’t think of any other reason!" Wu Gang said.

"But what’s the use of a sword that’s been used before, if taken back?" Ling Feng scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Nobody present knew, so no one spoke up.

After pondering for a moment and seeing that time was getting late, Ling Feng asked, "Old master, may I take a look at that sword with my own eyes?"

"Of course, you’re not an outsider!" said Wu Gang.

Ling Feng nodded, "Alright, I’ll bring two people over tomorrow; they might be able to help me discern something."

Wu Gang was surprised, "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it’s already late today, and you, old master, have been busy all day; you should rest early!" Ling Feng suggested.

"Since that’s the case...."

Wu Gang pondered for a moment, and then looked up, "Then take the sword with you. If you can spot any problem, that’d be great. And if not, it doesn’t matter – we’ll think of another way!"

"Would that be appropriate?" Ling Feng asked, taken aback.

"There’s nothing inappropriate about it. This sword doesn’t hold much significance for the Wu Family anymore. Keeping it in the treasury was just to comply with our ancestor’s wishes. If it brings disaster to the Wu Family, what’s the point of holding onto it?" Wu Gang stated.

Realizing he had a point, Ling Feng nodded, "Alright then, I’ll take it back and have a look."

Wu Gang nodded, stood up, and said, "Everyone, please wait here for a moment!"

Having said that, he and Wu Dahai left together.

Everyone knew they had gone to the treasury to fetch something, but since the hosts didn’t invite them to follow, they could only wait in the study.

At this time, Ling Feng glanced at Du Hao, "Uncle, does the Du Family have such a treasury too?"

"Of course, with the family heritage passed down over so many years, there are definitely some good things!" Du Hao replied.

"Oh, I see!"

Ling Feng was actually very curious and wanted to know what was inside the treasuries of the Wu Family or the Du Family.

But he knew that bringing it up might be misconstrued as coveting their treasures, so he refrained from pressing further.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, Wu Gang and Wu Dahai returned.

An elongated black wooden box was carried in Wu Dahai’s hands, and by the precious manner in which he held it, one could tell the box contained the sword.

After placing it on the table, Wu Gang drew back the lid of the wooden box, revealing a sheathed longsword before everyone’s eyes.

The black sharkskin scabbard shone brightly, and it was inlaid with gemstones of various colors, the craftsmanship was exquisite.

Just from looking at the sheath, one could guess that the longsword inside must be excellent, ordinary treasured swords wouldn’t be a match for it.

"Everyone wants to take a look, right? Mr. Ling Feng, please go ahead!" Wu Gang said.

"Okay."

Ling Feng was already struggling to contain his excitement. He stepped forward, took the treasured sword, and slowly drew the blade out.

"Wooong~~~~"

A dragon cry resonated through the room, followed by the appearance of a bright and shiny longsword before everyone.

The blade was three feet long and more than two fingers wide at its broadest point, with a gleaming sharp edge!

"Even from over a meter away, you can feel the blade’s coldness. It really is a fine piece!" Du Hao commented.

Ling Feng nodded: "There’s no need to test it, I can already feel its sharpness!"

Definitely not a divine artifact like the God Slayer Saber, but to have such sharpness when crafted by hand is extremely rare!

However, it was a pity, for even after a careful examination of the longsword by Ling Feng, he discovered nothing.

He couldn’t even sense that peculiar energy.

Helplessly, he could only put the sword back into the scabbard, then said to Wu Gang: "Let’s hope our speculation is correct. If we’re wrong, the Xinglong Gang might continue to harass the Wu Family. Old Master, you still need to stay alert!"

"Don’t worry, today was an accident. I didn’t expect to have a traitor in the house. Normally this farm is heavily guarded!" Wu Gang replied.

"Good, then I’m reassured!"

Ling Feng nodded, stood up, and said: "It’s getting late, I’ll take my leave now!"

After finishing speaking, he placed the longsword back into the wooden box, and then put it into the space bracelet.

The aftermath downstairs was almost handled as well; the bodies were all taken away, Brother Zheng and others were taken by the police for investigation, and the guests injured in the rooftop fight were all sent to the hospital.

Ling Feng bid farewell to everyone and went downstairs to the parking lot with the Duan Family.

By the car, Chu Yue suddenly said: "Ling Feng, we’ll drive our own car home. Let Feihong take you back. She has to return to the hotel anyway!"

Ling Feng nodded: "Alright, if I have time in Capital City, I’ll definitely visit your home!"

"No problem, it’s fine even if you don’t have time. We’ll visit your home with Feihong later!" Chu Yue said with a smile.

"That sounds good!" Ling Feng said with a laugh.

After leaving the Wu Family farm by car and traveling for about ten kilometers, Duan Feihong hadn’t spoken a word.

Ling Feng found it strange and couldn’t help but glance at her: "What’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing."

Duan Feihong gave a bitter smile: "So many things happened today, I’m still having a hard time accepting it all."

Ling Feng suddenly realized, with that many people dead so suddenly, he was of course indifferent as he was used to witnessing grand scenes, but for her, people like Duan Zixuan and He Xi were those she was quite familiar with. Their sudden deaths, how could she possibly feel okay?

So he sighed and said: "I don’t know how to comfort you, but perhaps after a few days, you’ll be able to gradually move past these emotions."

"Yeah, I know."

As Duan Feihong drove, she nodded, and then added: "Thank you for today, if it wasn’t for you telling us to leave temporarily, my parents and I might have been injured like the others."

During the fight with the silver-haired man, the massive shockwaves injured many; some had dizziness, others bled from their ears. All of them were sent to the hospital.

Only the Duan family of three, who left early, escaped this misfortune.

"Actually, I didn’t foresee such an incident either. I was just trying to prevent any accidents from happening, after all, my main task is to ensure your safety!" Ling Feng said with a smile.