430: Chapter 430: Palm Burning Ten Thousand Immortals 430: Chapter 430: Palm Burning Ten Thousand Immortals His palm strike appeared plain and unremarkable, as if it was a casual swat from an ordinary person, devoid of any True Yuan fluctuations, and it was not even fast, but the Dragon Maiden dared not underestimate it.
“You said you’d defeat in one move, so if I dodge this palm strike, it ans you lose!”
The Dragon Maiden circulated her True Yuan, ready to sidestep to avoid Fang Bai’s sluggish palm strike.
However, just as she moved, Fang Bai’s palm also moved.
Fang Bai’s palm rely trembled slightly, and in front of the Dragon Maiden’s eyes, there appeared hundreds and thousands of palms, overwhelming her from all directions.
What was even more terrifying was that each of these hundreds and thousands of palms carried a scorching heat, the passing palm wind seed to ignite the very air itself.
The heatwave was intense, the scorching fla oppressive.
Before the palm even arrived, the Dragon Maiden’s breathing halted, and she felt as though she was standing in a blazing furnace, her clothes drenched in sweat in an instant.
The Dragon Maiden even had the illusion that if those hundreds of palms landed on her body, even if her body were made of steel, it would still be burnt to ashes.
“I lost!”
Faced with inevitable defeat, the Dragon Maiden felt a sense of despair and simply closed her eyes, screaming out loud.
As her voice sounded, the hundreds of palms before her vanished in an instant, and the heatwave that was about to incinerate her dissipated as well.
The scene, which a mont ago was as ferocious as a stormy tempest, suddenly beca calm.
After a few seconds, the Dragon Maiden, still with a lingering fear, slowly opened her eyes, only to find Fang Bai had already turned around to leave, making his way to the hospital’s entrance.
“Fang Bai, what palm technique is this?”
The Dragon Maiden quickly followed a few steps, but realized she could not catch up to Fang Bai.
Stamping her foot, she shouted loudly.
Fang Bai’s palm strike just now was to the extre, evoking despair.
The Dragon Maiden had never felt this way even when sparring with her grandfather, Long Jingtian.
She thought to herself that Fang Bai’s strength was truly unfathomable, thinking that not just herself, but even an Earth Level Expert might fail to withstand it, right?
Is this Fang Bai, truly just a Profound Level Expert?
“Palm Burning Ten Thousand Immortals!”
Fang Bai’s voice was faint and ethereal, as though it ca from the distant horizon, reaching directly into the ears of the Dragon Maiden.
“Palm Burning Ten Thousand Immortals…
such a domineering na!
If I could learn such a palm technique, how imposing I would be!”
The Dragon Maiden gazed at Fang Bai’s departing figure, murmuring to herself, her beautiful eyes shining bright.
…
The next day, Fang Bai took the Ghost Hand, bid farewell to the Baili family, and drove back to Zhongzhou City.
Before leaving, Fang Bai entrusted the Lightning Marten to Baili Mingyue for her to take care of.
The reason Fang Bai left the Lightning Marten behind was out of concern for the safety of the Baili family.
A few days ago, Fang Bai had killed the core disciple, Nangong Ming, from the hidden sect “Ghost Doctor Valley.” Although he had used “Bone Dissolving Powder” to eradicate all traces of the incident, it was foreseeable that Ghost Doctor Valley would definitely send more people into the secular world to investigate Nangong Ming’s whereabouts.
Even though the Baili Zhan family had been living incognito for many years, it only takes one oversight for disaster to occur.
Should the disciples from Ghost Doctor Valley find their doorstep, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Don’t be fooled by the Lightning Marten’s usual lazy routine of eating and sleeping; its attack power now equates to that of an Earth Level novice martial artist.
With this little creature guarding the courtyard, it could fight shoulder to shoulder with the Baili Zhan family in critical monts.
Baili Zhan and his wife, Jiang Yuzhi, are both Profound Level high-ranking martial artists, and Baili Mingyue has just advanced to a Yellow Level high-rank.
The strength of this family of three is not to be underestimated.
If you add the Lightning Marten, they would even stand a chance against Earth Level high-ranking adversaries in a fight.
The reason for bringing Ghost Hand was his urgent desire to take revenge for his sect after reaching the Profound Level realm.
In the past, Ghost Hand’s sect, “Myriad dicine Valley,” was coveted by the three major secular Ancient Martial Sects – Qingcheng Temple, Misty Rain Tower, and Shaolin Temple – because they had obtained a treasure left by a Heaven Level martial artist, which led to the joint efforts of the three sects to annihilate Myriad dicine Valley and divide the treasure among themselves.
In that battle, Qingcheng Temple and Misty Rain Tower played the main roles, and although the Shaolin disciples did not actively kill, they were complicit as well.
Thanks to his master’s desperate protection, Ghost Hand had the good fortune to escape from the lee and was later saved by chance by Fang Bai, becoming his disciple.
The annihilation of his sect was a scene etched deeply into Ghost Hand’s mory, too grim to forget.
Waking up from nightmares, he often found himself in tears.
The three major sects of Qingcheng, Misty Rain Tower, and Shaolin were all well-known and prominent within the Secular Ancient Martial World.
Previously, with Ghost Hand’s ager strength, revenge was but a fool’s dream.
But now, he had joined the ranks of the Profound Level martial artists and possessed the power to seek justice for his sect.
Although Ghost Hand was only a novice Profound Level martial artist, the cultivation technique he practiced far surpassed any Heaven Rank Technique, giving him the ability to challenge opponents beyond his level.
In Fang Bai’s words, Ghost Hand could now, as a novice Profound Level martial artist, challenge any Profound Level expert and remain undefeated.
Fang Bai’s words had given Ghost Hand imnse confidence and courage, pushing him to make the decision to take his revenge.
As martial artists do things according to their nature and desires, reveling in grudges and gratitude, rewarding friends and avenging foes, harboring hatred in one’s heart can lead to inner demons, which in turn can affect Martial Dao cultivation.
Therefore, Fang Bai decided to bring Ghost Hand along this ti when leaving, planning to find ti to accompany him on a visit to the three major sects of Qingcheng, Misty Rain Tower, and Shaolin, allowing him to resolve this matter in his heart.
A Ghost Hand free of burdens will then face a plain path on his journey in Martial Dao.
The two set out from Yanjing early in the morning, driving on the highway, and finally reached Zhongzhou City around five in the afternoon.
Before arriving in Zhongzhou, Fang Bai had called his father and learned that the family was busy at “Fang’s Traditional Chinese dicine Clinic” at this ti, so he drove straight to the clinic with Ghost Hand.
Today’s “Fang’s Traditional Chinese dicine Clinic,” in comparison to its opening half a year ago, had undergone significant changes: not only had the storefront expanded, but it had also recruited several batches of dical staff, clearly becoming the largest clinic in Zhongzhou aside from Rejuvenation Hall.
Fang Gang, Fang Bai’s father, although temporarily unable to enter the path of Martial Dao due to his innate aptitude, had received thorough guidance in dicine from his son and was now enjoying a second spring in his career.
A short while ago, following a recomndation from Hua Family Patriarch Hua Chun, Fang Gang not only managed to join the Zhongzhou City Association of Traditional Chinese dicine but also attained the title of vice chairman, boasting about it to his wife, Yang i, and daughter, Fang Yun, for quite so ti.
Furthermore, the walls of the clinic were adorned with banners of appreciation from patients, with phrases like “Illustrious Physician of the dical Forest, Miraculous Rejuvenation,” “A Doctor’s Benevolent Heart Wins The World’s Praise,” and other such laudatory slogans.
“What are you so proud of?
Without our son, where would you be today?
Just a few calls of ‘Divine Doctor Fang’ and you’re floating on cloud nine?
Your title of Divine Doctor is false; our son is the real deal!”
Every ti she saw her husband’s radiant and self-satisfied expression, Yang i couldn’t help but roll her eyes and deflate him with a few words.
(PS: Tickets, please!!!
A few of them!!!)
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