Chapter 1005 - Storm Of Criticism (2)

"Oh!" Leng Ruoxue nodded in understanding. She had heard her cheap ancestor mention this name before because this person was the former president of the Flame City Artificer Association. But how did he become like this? Even if the position of president was snatched away, he didn't have to give up on himself like this!

"Feng Da, please bring him to take a shower and change into clean clothes!" Leng Xiaoyu said politely.

"Alright, follow me!" Feng Da nodded readily and brought Fu Ran to wash up.

"Cheapsake Old Ancestor, how did Fu Ran become like this?" Leng Ruoxue couldn't help but ask curiously after Fu Ran left.

"Sigh! It's a long story! When he was refining, he was framed and severely injured. Therefore, the position of president was replaced by Yao Yuan. Yao Yuan added insult to injury and sent him to the equipment shop on the outskirts of Flame City to do odd jobs. Later, that shop was closed down and he was completely forgotten," Leng Xiaoyu said helplessly.

"Framed! Why am framed again?!" Leng Ruoxue was speechless. Why did artificers and alchemists like to frame others so much? Couldn't they just refine weapons and pills? Why did they have to be jealous of others?

"Sigh! This kind of thing is very normal." Leng Xiaoyu sighed softly. He had experienced something like that before too. However, he was lucky that the other party's plan did not succeed. Otherwise, he would not be where he was today.

"Cheapsake Old Ancestor, are you doing as the Romans do? I've never been framed for refining pills and weapons," Leng Ruoxue reminded with a naughty smile.

"Little Xue'er, you're a little pervert. Those who frame you won't have a good ending. Besides, you have such an extraordinary encounter. You don't have to join the Artificer Association nor the Alchemist Association at all. Even if those Artificers or alchemists want to frame you, they won't have a chance!" Leng Xiaoyu said with a bitter smile. If he had a good opportunity like Little Xue'er, who would care about the Artificer Association!

"Hmm, that's true! Cheapsake Old Ancestor, what do you plan to do with Fu Ran?" Leng Ruoxue changed the topic.

"I don't know either. I'll discuss it with Master later!" Leng Xiaoyu felt that this was an internal matter of the Artificer Association, so it was better to let Master handle it.

"This matter is most likely related to Yao Yuan. Unless they make up their minds to get rid of Yao Yuan, Fu Ran's matter can't be resolved. Besides, you should know his current situation. Even if they get rid of Yao Yuan, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Artificer Association." Leng Ruoxue reminded him. This world had always been realistic. The winner would be the king and the loser would be the bandit. Fu Ran was a failure. Even if Yao Yuan was no more the President, it would be difficult for him to regain his former glory.

"Little Xue'er, do you have any good ideas?" Leng Xiaoyu asked fawningly.

"Let Zheng En take a look at his injuries first!" Leng Ruoxue thought for a moment and said.

"Yes." Leng Xiaoyu nodded happily. There were not many people in the world he could treat as friends, and Fu Ran was one of them. Therefore, he naturally did not want to see Fu Ran in this state.

Not long after, Feng Da brought Fu Ran, who had already been cleaned, to Leng Ruoxue and the others.

"He's done, miss," Feng Dao said.

"Yes, Zheng En, give him a check up!" Leng Ruoxue instructed.

"Yes," Zheng En replied. Then, he wanted to check Fu Ran's injuries, but Fu Ran dodged him and looked at him with fear.

"Miss, this…" Zheng En was helpless. How was he supposed to check if the patient didn't cooperate!

"Cheapsake Old Ancestor," Leng Ruoxue called softly.

"Be good, don't be afraid. They won't hurt you." Leng Xiaoyu coaxed him like he was coaxing a child.

"Ok." Fu Ran, whose eyes were still filled with fear, nodded. Then, he obediently let Zheng En check his injuries.

After a careful inspection, Zheng En reported to Leng Ruoxue, "Miss, it's fire poison."

"Oh! Zheng En, then help him refine the antidote!" Leng Ruoxue instructed. Refining an antidote for fire poison should not be difficult for Zheng En.

"Miss, he's not suffering from ordinary fire poison. He needs a fire lotus," Zheng said awkwardly.

"What kind of fire lotus? How many do you need?" Leng Ruoxue asked calmly. There were many in the fire lotus space, but she didn't know if this Fu Ran was worth saving.

"It has to be at least a thousand years old," Zheng En said. To be honest, even though this person was a friend of Miss's ancestor, he was a complete stranger to them. Therefore, he was really reluctant to give him such a precious fire lotus.

"Then use it!" Leng Ruoxue looked at Leng Xiaoyu and said helplessly.

"Little Xue'er, thank you," Leng Xiaoyu said gratefully.

"Cheapsake Old Ancestor, you don't have to be so polite. I just hope that your friend is worth saving," Leng Ruoxue said half-jokingly. She didn't want to save an ingrate.

"Yes, don't worry! I know him very well." Leng Xiaoyu understood what Little Xue'er meant, so he promised.

"That's good." Leng Ruoxue nodded, then brought Zheng En into the room and sent him into the bracelet.

At night, Zheng En had already refined the pill.

Looking at the fiery red pill, Leng Ruoxue handed it to her ancestor and told him what would happen. Then, she brought the others into the bracelet.

The next day.

When they left the room and saw the young man sitting in the courtyard, their eyes widened in surprise.

Ugh! Who was this man? Why was he sitting in their yard?

"You're Fu Ran!" Leng Ruoxue asked calmly.

"Yes, thank you for healing my injuries." Fu Ran stood up and bowed to the others. After his injuries, his appearance had returned to its youth. However, there was no way to turn his hair black anymore, but it had gone from gray to silver.

"You're welcome. It was nothing. Oh! Your hair is not bad," Leng Ruoxue praised politely. After Fu Ran recovered, he seemed to be much more confident. At least, the timid feeling and fear from yesterday could not be seen on him.