Lei Zhendong

Jiang Fan left Anshi Hall.

He stood there hesitating for a moment, then returned to Thunder Martial Hall.

Anshi Hall's attitude had shown him one thing: these pharmaceutical groups had no understanding of traditional Chinese medicine at all.

Their ingrained prejudice had made them unwilling even to open their eyes and look!

So if he went to the other two pharmacies, the result would certainly be the same!

Now that he wanted to sell this bottle of medicine, he could only find another way.

However, he did not have many thoughts about Yu Baiwei's attitude.

That was simply how this world worked—strictly hierarchical, where the weak were preyed upon by the strong!

Before he revealed his strength, being looked down on was perfectly normal.

He would not make things difficult for Yu Baiwei over this!

Those who saw only a tiny corner of the whole picture would eventually pay the price for their own understanding!

When he arrived at Thunder Martial Hall, Sister Bingbing at the front desk greeted him warmly.

"Xiao Fan, you're here!"

"Shall I open another training room for you?"

Jiang Fan shook his head and thanked her.

"No need, Sister Bingbing!"

"I came to see Uncle Lei about something!"

After thinking it over, Jiang Fan realized that if he wanted to get this bottle of medicine out there, he could only rely on Thunder Martial Hall.

After greeting Sister Bingbing, Jiang Fan went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

This was where the students of Thunder Martial Hall trained.

Before Jiang Fan had awakened, he often came here to watch the students practice their punches. That was how he had learned the Five Elements Fist here.

During this period, he had been busy with his own cultivation and had rarely come upstairs.

"Xiao Fan, you came?"

"Xiao Fan..."

"..."

There were quite a few students here, all long-term students of Thunder Martial Hall. Jiang Fan was familiar with many of them, so as soon as he appeared on the second floor, many people greeted him.

After greeting everyone one by one, Jiang Fan asked,

"Where's Uncle Lei?"

A young man with a bare upper body and a powerful build stopped punching the sandbag. He wiped the sweat from his face and gestured toward the side.

"He's in the room!"

Jiang Fan nodded and walked toward an office in the corner of the second-floor hall.

This was Uncle Lei's office.

Uncle Lei, Lei Ming's father, was originally named Lei Zhendong. He was the master of Thunder Martial Hall, as well as a Level Two Martial Artist!

Previously, because Jiang Fan was not welcome at home, he would often linger here after school.

Lei Zhendong had not only failed to dislike him but had even told Jiang Fan to come by often. He had even opened the training rooms to him for free and allowed him to watch the students practice their punches. He had truly treated him like family.

However, because Jiang Fan had not awakened before, Lei Zhendong had not taught him many techniques. Otherwise, he would know more than just the Five Elements Fist now.

The office door was half open. When Jiang Fan reached the doorway, he glanced inside.

Lei Zhendong was sitting in a chair with a cup of tea in his hand, his back to the door as he gazed out the window.

Jiang Fan knocked on the door.

"Uncle Lei!"

Hearing him, Lei Zhendong turned around. When he saw Jiang Fan, he quickly set down his cup.

"Oh, it's Xiao Fan!"

"Sit!"

Jiang Fan sat down across from him.

Unexpectedly, Lei Zhendong did not have his usual broad smile this time. Instead, he said solemnly,

"I heard about what happened to you from Ming!"

"Don't worry. I'll help you look around and find you a better school!"

Only then did Jiang Fan realize that Lei Ming had already told Lei Zhendong about him being expelled from school.

"Uncle Lei, it's fine. I've already found a school!"

Lei Zhendong frowned.

"You mean Fifth High School?"

"How can you attend that school? What can they teach you?"

"You're not at school every day now. Is anyone even supervising you?"

"Their school's college entrance rate is zero every year. Going there will ruin you!"

When Jiang Fan heard that Lei Ming had even told him about this, he could not help feeling troubled.

"Uncle Lei, I'm fine!"

"I can cultivate on my own too!"

"I..."

The two of them argued back and forth for quite some time before Lei Zhendong finally sighed.

"Forget it!"

"You have your own ideas, so I won't interfere. As long as you take responsibility for your decision!"

Jiang Fan nodded repeatedly.

The fact that Lei Zhendong had taken this matter to heart and had even offered to arrange things for him had already moved Jiang Fan deeply. He truly did not dare trouble him any further.

"But going to Fifth High School at least gives you the qualifications to take the college entrance exam!"

"How about this? If you have time in the future, come train here. If you have any questions, you can ask me. After all, I'm a Level Two Martial Artist. Compared with the teachers at Fifth High School, I think I at least have some qualifications!"

Jiang Fan continued to insist, and Lei Zhendong stopped saying anything more.

Although he had a very good relationship with Lei Ming, he was still an outsider. He could not manage Jiang Fan the way he managed Lei Ming.

So he could only settle for the next best thing.

Jiang Fan quickly agreed.

With that topic concluded, Jiang Fan hesitated before saying,

"Uncle Lei, I actually came to you this time for something else!"

Lei Zhendong had just picked up his teacup again. Hearing Jiang Fan, he set it down once more and asked curiously,

"What is it?"

"Just tell me. If there's anything your Uncle Lei can help with, I'll definitely help!"

Jiang Fan and Lei Ming had been classmates since childhood, so through Lei Ming, Lei Zhendong also knew about Jiang Fan's family situation.

When it came to Jiang Fan, he had always followed the principle of helping whenever he could.

Hearing this, Jiang Fan took the bottle containing Spirit Turtle Blood Replenishing Soup from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Uncle Lei, this is... a blood-replenishing medicine I happened to obtain!"

"I want to sell it! Do you have any connections that could help?"

Lei Zhendong froze, his gaze falling on Jiang Fan's bottle.

"This is... a blood-replenishing medicine?"

The blood-replenishing medicines on the market were basically all colorless.

But this thing Jiang Fan had brought out was pitch-black, making him hesitate.

Jiang Fan nodded.

"This is a blood-replenishing medicine refined from traditional Chinese medicinal materials. I..."

Before he could finish, Lei Zhendong's brow furrowed.

"Traditional Chinese medicinal materials..."

Although he did not know much about medicines, he knew that traditional Chinese medicinal materials were things nobody used anymore.

Even ordinary people hardly used them at all!

And now Jiang Fan had brought out a whole bottle of this stuff...

Could it be trusted?

However, when he thought of how he had just boasted to Jiang Fan that he should come to him whenever something happened, he found it difficult to refuse.

"How effective is this stuff?"

Jiang Fan said firmly,

"Very effective!"

"It is even somewhat stronger than the third-generation blood-replenishing medicines currently on the market!"

Lei Zhendong had originally planned to help look into how he could assist Jiang Fan, but after suddenly hearing him say this, his heart began to pound!

After hesitating for a moment, he came up with an excuse to refuse.

"Your medicine's effects haven't been verified, after all!"

"If you want to put it on the market, I'm afraid..."

Jiang Fan immediately said,

"We can arrange for someone to try it!"

"I have two bottles here! One can be used for testing!"

Lei Ming was suddenly put on the spot and did not know what to do.

He frowned and thought for a long while before suddenly slamming his hand on the table.

"Fine!"

"Come with me!"