The largest traditional Chinese dicine family in the Capital City is none other than Tongren Hall’s Jia Family.
Mr. Jia Yu, at the advanced age of eighty-one, firmly holds the title of Huaxia’s leading traditional Chinese dicine authority.
Under the dark night sky, inside the Jia family’s villa, Jia Yi and his grandfather Jia Yu sat facing each other in silence.
"Grandpa, how could he control needles with Qi at such a young age?"
Prompted by the quiet atmosphere, Jia Yi finally broke the silence and asked.
After a mont of silence, Jia Yu sighed, stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming:
"Little Yi, you are the only successor of traditional Chinese dicine in our Jia family. Neither your elder brothers nor your younger brothers like dicine. Tongren Hall will depend on you in the future.
Yet how many tis have I told you that, beyond the heavens, there are other heavens, and beyond n, there are other n. Our Jia Family, although generations of physicians, does not necessarily hold unrivaled dical skills."
"Rember, you must not be arrogant and complacent. Fortunately, Mr. Ye did not bla you."
Jia Yi hung his head like a primary school student reprimanded by a stern teacher, though inwardly quite indignant, thinking that soone younger than him couldn’t really be so skilled in dicine.
However, Jia Yu’s words made him clearly aware of his shortcomings.
Jia Yu was already over eighty years old, boasting exceptional Huaxia dical skills, founding the globally renowned Tongren Hall, achieving both fa and fortune.
Sadly, his other three sons didn’t like dicine. Only he deeply loved traditional Chinese dicine and had decent talent, mastering extraordinary dical skills in his early twenties.
Yet he was young and vigorous, with sowhat an arrogant personality.
Jia Yi pondered for a mont and asked curiously, "Grandpa, why don’t you teach controlling needles with Qi??"
"I rember you used it once!!"
As soon as Jia Yi finished speaking, Jia Yu’s aged face showed a trace of reverence and sighed deeply: "Little Yi, do you know what kind of people are the most powerful in this world?"
Jia Yi replied without hesitation: "Probably the world’s richest people, or politicians, definitely not us."
Jia Yu shook his head, speaking earnestly: "No, all your answers are wrong."
Jia Yi raised his head, surprised: "How could it be? Is there any other option besides these two types of people?"
"What? Little Yi, you don’t believe?" Jia Yu did not get angry at his words, but rather slowly explained: "In this world, there is another group of people called Martial Artists, standing above countless ordinary people."
Jia Yi grew more curious, sowhat skeptical, laughing: "Grandpa, your statent is so mysterious, it feels like fantasy."
"Martial Artists? Are they like the ones in novels who pluck stars and seize the moon, smashing mountains and rivers with one punch??"
"Haha, let Uncle Xu tell you!"
Jia Yu stroked his beard, a middle-aged man responded to the call, standing there with neither arrogance nor humbleness.
"Old Master, Young Master."
Jia Yi stood up imdiately, his eyes showing admiration, "Uncle Xu, you ca??"
"Little Xu, explain Martial Artists to him!"
Jia Yu closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa, as if falling asleep.
"Yes." Uncle Xu answered forcefully, then chopped lightly at the twenty-centiter-thick marble table with his palm, "Young Master, this is a Martial Artist."
"Bang~~~~"
A loud bang, the entire marble table turned into a pile of powder, Jia Yi stared dumbfounded, thinking if this strike hit a person, they would surely be dead instantly.
Twenty-centiter-thick marble, even if smashed with a hamr, wouldn’t show traces after hours, now turned into powder with Uncle Xu’s palm.
Impressive, truly impressive.
Jia Yi knew Uncle Xu was his grandfather’s personal bodyguard, aware of his prowess, but he hadn’t realized he was this formidable.
"Martial Artists, transcendence, defying heaven’s fate."
"Battling humans, battling earth, battling the heavens."
Uncle Xu’s voice was heavy, and the ferocious wounds on his body seed like his pride.
"Uncle Xu, are you a Martial Artist too?? Are you the strongest??" Jia Yi danced excitedly, eager to inquire about Martial Artists from Uncle Xu.
"No, among the entire Earth, my strength is like a wave in the ocean, insignificant."
"What Master Jia ntioned about controlling needles with Qi requires Spiritual Energy."
With that, Uncle Xu picked up a silver needle, pinched his fingers, and the needle slowly floated up.
"No way, Uncle Xu, you’re already so powerful."
Jia Yi shouted in surprise, full of disbelief, today’s events exceeded his imagination.
"? At best, I can bully so low-level martial artists and ordinary people."
"Today’s top Martial Artists respect the Huaxia Divine Martial Pavilion Master, ranking number one in three charts, peerless."
"In the eyes of these peak-standing Martial Artists, the wealthy businessn you regard so highly are no better than ants."
"They can walk in the air, cover thousands of miles instantly, with one glance, can kill millions."
Uncle Xu’s face inadvertently turned crimson, his body trembled violently, fists clenched tight, speaking with boundless reverence.
"Alright, Little Xu, you can rest now!"
Jia Yu opened his eyes, waved his hand, signaling him to step back, leaving Jia Yi speechless.
"Little Yi, to learn controlling needles with Qi, you must beco a Martial Artist."
"Tomorrow, follow Uncle Xu to learn. Go to sleep!"
Jia Yu looked at Jia Yi with a smile, eyes filled with so expectation, realizing that his plans had been accelerated by a young man.
"Yes, I will learn well!!"
Jia Yi stood up, thinking that if he had Uncle Xu’s strength, he would surpass countless ordinary people.
Jia Yu seed to see his arrogance, sighed deeply, and said softly: "Rember, do not be arrogant, be humble."
"The Huaxia Divine Martial Pavilion Master is of similar age to you."
He didn’t mind frustrating Jia Yi’s confidence, as only by recognizing one’s own insignificance can there be improvent.
Sure enough, Jia Yi stood still, as if struck by lightning, body trembling slightly, "Grandpa, I understand."
.....
Mo Family.
The ten elderly n seed to have rejuvenated by ten years, their aura rising steeply, Fang Qintian and Elder Xue beside them were dumbfounded.
"Huh~~~"
The ten elders opened their eyes, feeling their own cultivation, extrely excited, their inner reverence towards Ye Tian soared to an unparalleled extent.
"Wow, I don’t even know how many realms I’ve broken through, the Pavilion Master is too powerful."
"Excited for nothing, it’s no big deal."
"Cut, look at your hands, shaking like that, and you dare to say ??"
The most stable Pharaoh contained his excitent, looking at King You, and asked: "Elder You, have we reached the Mortal Martial Realm??"
King You nodded, "Yes, you’ve all broken through the Heaven Rank and entered the beginning of Martial Arts."
King You’s indifferent tone brought imnse oppressive montum to the crowd, their blood froze, especially Fang Qintian and Elder Xue, feeling as if King You’s strength had risen straight to the sky.
"Old You, what realm are you at, why do I feel you’re much stronger?"
Unable to help himself, Fang Qintian asked directly, being straightforward by nature.
The others also stared at King You with wide eyes. He said indifferently: "After the Mortal Martial Realm, cos the Primordial Martial Realm, Xuanwu Realm, Earth Martial Realm, Heavenly Martial Realm, Divine Martial Realm.....
"I am currently in the Xuanwu Realm."
The crowd was in an uproar.
"Damn....."
Originally thinking they had narrowed the gap, but the distance was even greater.
"Then....then what realm is the Pavilion Master?"
Pharaoh continued to ask, everyone perked up their ears, afraid of missing any word.
King You gazed into the distance, speaking slowly and deeply: "Too strong, I can’t see through."
"I think the Pavilion Master can kill instantly."
Suddenly, the place fell into silence.
(Begging for votes, madly begging for votes!! Guess Ye Tian’s realm??)
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