Medical and Martial Arts Prodigy, Mending the Heavens with One Hand

Inside the side hall, the charcoal fire burned brightly, dispelling the chill that crept in through the door cracks.

Wang Meng dismissed his attendants and personally poured Ji Ye a cup of hot tea. It was coarse tea, but he poured it with great care, not spilling a single drop.

"Mr. Ji, please."

Wang Meng sat opposite him, hands resting on his knees, a posture of obedience from his military days. Though he addressed Ji Ye as "Mister," a sliver of doubt deep in his eyes had not completely vanished.

After all, while his previous display was astonishing, the idea that it could make him the County Lieutenant still felt like a fantasy.

Ji Ye picked up the teacup, warming his ice-cold fingers.

"I know what you're thinking."

Ji Ye blew away the foam and took a sip, his voice a little weak but carrying a clear insight, "You're thinking, how can I, a scholar with no strength to even truss a chicken, dare promise you a future."

Wang Meng was silent for a moment, then said frankly, "Mister's insight is divine, I don't deny it. But officialdom is not the martial world; speed with a saber alone won't guarantee advancement. And..."

He patted his left leg and gave a wry smile, "This leg has been useless for five years. I've consulted famous doctors all over the prefecture, and they all say the meridians are necrotic, beyond saving even by immortals. You say you can cure it, and I believe you, but I still feel uneasy."

"Meridian necrosis?"

Ji Ye set down his teacup, his gaze falling on Wang Meng's left leg.

In the vision of his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, the leg was not necrotic. Instead, between the Futu acupoint and Xiyan acupoint near the knee, a mass of old, dark red blood had accumulated, like a stubborn stone blocking the flow of Blood Essence.

To ordinary physicians, this was an incurable disease, but to Ji Ye, who possessed microscopic control, it was merely a minor plumbing job.

"Roll up your trouser leg," Ji Ye said calmly.

Wang Meng was startled, but complied, revealing a lower leg covered in scars, with somewhat atrophied muscles.

Ji Ye did not use needles, nor did he prescribe any medicine.

He extended his index and middle fingers, brought together in a sword-finger gesture.

"Bear with it."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Ye's fingers had already darted out like lightning.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Three crisp sounds.

Ji Ye's fingers precisely struck three major acupoints around the knee.

Each strike was accompanied by an extremely pure, concentrated burst of force that penetrated the skin and flesh. It wasn't internal energy, but pure physical vibration. Yet, due to the exquisite control, it bypassed the muscle layer and struck the accumulated blood clot.

"Urgh!"

Wang Meng grunted, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead. He felt as if a red-hot awl had drilled into the marrow of his bones.

"Blood Essence like mercury, surge!"

Ji Ye shouted lowly, his final finger pressing heavily on the Zusanli acupoint.

"Pfft—"

Wang Meng felt a violent spasm in his left leg, followed immediately by a warm sensation spreading from his knee, like a long-frozen river suddenly thawing.

The blocked blood clot was shattered and reintegrated into the surging Blood Essence.

That long-lost, grounded sensation had returned.

Wang Meng's eyes widened. He tentatively wiggled his toes, then stood up and took a couple of steps.

It didn't hurt anymore.

The agonizing pain that had tormented him for five years, making him want to saw off his leg on rainy days, had largely vanished!

"This... this..."

Wang Meng was so excited he could barely speak. A look of childlike joy appeared on his rugged face, "Miraculous! Truly miraculous!"

"It's just dispersed the blood clot; the root cause hasn't been eliminated yet."

Ji Ye wiped his fingers, his face growing even paler. Those few finger strikes had consumed a great deal of mental energy, placing a significant burden on his current physical condition. "Afterward, a few applications of a blood-activating and stasis-removing plaster, and about a month of recuperation will lead to a full recovery."

"Thump!"

Without hesitation, Wang Meng dropped to his knees like a falling mountain, bowing deeply to Ji Ye.

"Mr. Ji, I will never forget this grace of rebirth! From this day forward, this Team D... no, the entire constabulary of Black Stone County will obey Mr. Ji's commands! If I speak a single false word, may heaven strike me with lightning!"

This was a heartfelt bow.

For a martial man, healing a crippled leg was akin to being given a second life.

Ji Ye accepted the bow with equanimity.

"Get up."

Ji Ye pointed to the paper and brush on the table. "Since your leg is healed, your saber technique cannot be neglected. Does your Severing Gate Saber only have nine moves?"

Wang Meng rose and stood respectfully to the side. "Yes. I learned it in the border army's scout camp. It's said to be an incomplete version; there should be three more moves, but they were lost."

"They aren't lost."

Ji Ye picked up the brush, saturating it with thick ink.

In his previous life, he had seen the complete Severing Gate Saber manual in Qin Wuji's army camp, and even deduced it to a higher realm through countless battles.

His brushstrokes were like flying dragons and coiling snakes.

Ji Ye's hand was steady, and with a few strokes, he sketched several small figures holding sabers on the paper.

The lines were simple, yet full of spirit.

"These first nine moves are too fierce and prone to breaking."

Ji Ye said as he drew, "I've changed the force application route for you. Look at this move, 'Sweep the Thousand Armies.' Originally, it relied on a hard swing of the waist. Now, it's changed to borrowing footwork to spin, increasing the power by 30% without straining your waist."

Wang Meng leaned in to look, and his eyes immediately widened.

An expert's move, you know if they've got it.

According to the changes in the diagrams, how could this still be that crude military saber technique? It was practically a complete transformation!

"As for the last three moves..."

Ji Ye finished drawing the last three figures and put down the brush.

Tenth move: Look Back at the Moon.

Eleventh move: Snow Blocks Blue Pass.

Twelfth move: Severing Gate and Ruining Household.

"These are my own creations," Ji Ye said lightly. "Specially designed to match your physique and this Wild Goose Feather Saber. Once you master them, within the Skin Grinding Realm, you'll be invincible."

Wang Meng held the paper, which was still not completely dry, his hands trembling.

He could tell that the ingenuity of these last three moves far surpassed the first nine. Especially the last move, "Severing Gate and Ruining Household," which was vicious and deadly, a work of art designed for killing in a single blow.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

Wang Meng clasped his fists again, this time bowing even lower.

If his gratitude for healing his leg earlier was just that, then now it was complete admiration. Someone who could casually complete and even improve a saber technique was, in his eyes, already a Grandmaster.

"Alright, I've given you the benefits, now it's time to talk business."

Ji Ye leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "I want money. A lot of money."

His current body was too weak. Although [Martial Arts Through Divinity] was powerful, without a strong physical body to support it, it was like a bicycle with a Ferrari engine – the frame would fall apart with one press of the accelerator.

He needed medicinal baths, he needed meat, he needed resources piled up like in his previous life.

"How much do you need, sir?" Wang Meng immediately asked. "I've saved up some money over the years, about two hundred taels. I'll go get it right away."

"Two hundred taels? A drop in the bucket."

Ji Ye shook his head, his gaze drifting out the window towards the south of the city.

That was the Ghost Market.

In his previous life, he had barged in with a single Intimidation Stick.

In this life, he wanted a more elegant way.

"I heard there's a batch of good stuff that just arrived at the Ghost Market?" Ji Ye asked.

Wang Meng was startled, then nodded. "Yes. The Black Tiger Gang just got a batch of 'Crimson Blood Ginseng' from the Western Regions. It's said to be incredibly effective for replenishing Blood Essence. But the Black Tiger Gang are stingy old coots; it's hard to get anything from them."

"Crimson Blood Ginseng..."

A glint flashed in Ji Ye's eyes. This was exactly what he needed right now.

"No need to get anything from them."

Ji Ye stood up, tidied his sleeves, and a strange smile curved his lips.

"We're going to help them 'appraise treasures'."

"Wang Meng, gather your men. Bring the seals."

"Just say the county yamen received a tip that there are Barbarian spies in the Ghost Market selling fake medicine, intending to poison the people of Da Liang."

"We're going to... confiscate it."

Wang Meng was stunned.

This excuse... wasn't it a bit far-fetched? The Black Tiger Gang was deeply entrenched in the county; even the County Magistrate wouldn't dare to move against them easily.

"Sir, the Black Tiger Gang leader, Zhao Hei Hu, is at the peak of Skin Grinding, and he has four Red Sticks under him..." Wang Meng hesitated.

"Zhao Hei Hu?"

Ji Ye chuckled lightly and walked out the door.

"After today, he'll be kneeling, begging us to take that batch of medicine."

"Let's go."

"Let me show you what it means to... persuade with reason."

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