"Cackle, cackle, cackle... You little brat, how dare you curse your grandpa? You've got some spirit." While I struggled, the old man loosened his grip. With a smack, I fell to the ground again, and the pain forced a muffled groan from me.
"Old man, don't bully people like that. If you want to kill me or carve me up, just do it." I spoke coldly.
"If I wanted to kill you, would I need to go through all that trouble? Your grandpa was only checking your injuries. What are you getting worked up about? You'll probably have to thank me later." The old man gave a sinister laugh. When Xianli heard that, she immediately said happily, "Senior, please save my junior brother!"
"You've got some ability, brat. You were injured by a lightning punishment, your wounds haven't healed, yet your aura is frighteningly steady. Your foundation is pretty good. Compared to that boy from before, you're practically heaven and earth apart. Even without your grandpa, you'd be running all over the mountain in ten days or half a month, wouldn't you? Is that where your temper comes from?" The old man chuckled, ignoring Xianli. He casually fished a bottle of pills from his sleeve, poured out two or three, pinched my mouth open, and tossed them inside before continuing, "But without medicine and elixirs, your ruined skin probably won't heal. When the meridians damaged by heavenly lightning burst and swell, your face and body will be covered in streaks. It won't be easy to show your face to anyone, will it?"
I sucked in a cold breath. I hadn't expected the old man to discern so much just from squeezing my shoulder. Fortunately, I had only used a Foundation Establishment technique and hadn't rushed to cultivate any divine arts.