It's Fate, Not Illness

Chen Wang visited the old boxing master again.

The old boxer lay on his sickbed, looking extremely tired and emaciated.

His eyes were extremely cloudy, though occasionally a glint of light would flash within them, but they gave off a more desolate feeling, like a hero at the end of his road.

Upon seeing Chen Wang arrive, the old boxing master asked, "Have you encountered any problems in your cultivation?"

Chen Wang shook his head.

"I have no problem with my cultivation, but I would like to ask you some questions about martial arts."

The old boxer said, "Ask whatever you want."

He coughed constantly while speaking, and it took him a lot of effort to finish a sentence, which was quite distressing to listen to.

After exchanging only a few words with him, Chen Wang asked, "Senior, haven't you seen anyone to take a look at your illness?"

The old boxing master shook his head. "I have consulted people from the Pill Sect, but they cannot cure my illness. It is because I have accumulated a lot of Demonic Qi over time, which has led to the atrophy of my meridians."

The Pill Sect is a unique sect in the Chu Dynasty. It is the only one of its kind and has no other branches. They can refine some pills and are quite famous in the Martial Dao World.

This sect mostly cooperates with the imperial court, so ordinary people have little contact with it. Chen Wang had only heard some rumors about it.

It's just that he's a Innate Martial Warrior. The people from the Pill Sect examined him and said they couldn't cure him. That's a foregone conclusion; he can't be cured.

Chen Wang nodded and said, "Senior, you gave me a martial arts manual, and I know some healing arts. Why don't you let me help you recover?"

The old boxer was quite magnanimous, and laughed, "No need, it's fate, not an illness."

Chen Wang was taken aback for a moment, "This is your illness."

The old boxer smiled frankly and said, "Perhaps this is my destiny. It's already good enough that I survived and didn't die in the battle."

After thinking about the other person's problem for a moment, Chen Wang said seriously, "Senior, this isn't fate, this is just a mental illness!"

Old boxer. "..."

This old boxer was already very open-minded and indifferent to life and death. However, the pain of living on his sickbed was immense, not only physical but also psychological.

A powerful man who could split tigers and leopards with his bare hands and shatter stone tablets is now confined to a sickbed, living a life of extreme poverty with only an old woman serving him in the courtyard.

The old boxer said, "Don't think that I'm giving you the secret manual or anything like that. We're even, there's no need for that."

Chen Wang laughed and said, "It's not because of this. I like your attitude, senior. Let me adjust it for you. If it works, it works; if it doesn't, just keep lying there."

Chen Wang spoke very decisively, which was somewhat in line with the character of these people in the martial arts world.

The old boxer smiled and said, "Alright, then give it a try."

Chen Wang nodded and said, "I don't know any other martial artists in Quyang City, only you, senior. If I don't help you with your health, you'll speak too slowly."

The old boxer paused for a moment, then his smile grew even brighter, and he started coughing as he laughed.

Chen Wang had some pills to regulate Qi and Blood, as well as Healing Pill and warding off evil spirits. Moreover, his spiritual power could heal this old boxer, and the principle was the same.

He simply didn't want to be too sensational, so he used the guise of medical skills.

He left temporarily to buy some medicine at a pharmacy and prepared a simple prescription.

He was unaware of the difference in alchemy skills between himself and those of the Pill Sect, so this was a good opportunity to compare them.

The pharmacy has a medicine pot, and the shop assistant can also decoct the medicine.

Chen Wang was wealthy and arrogant, and simply had the food cooked and taken away.

When he returned to the old boxer's house, a clever young assistant followed behind him, carrying freshly brewed medicine.

Chen Wang said, "I've already had someone prepare it, so you don't have to bother."

The old boxer nodded, realizing from this that the young man's medical skills were probably rudimentary.

The medicine has probably lost much of its potency by the time it was brought here.

However, the young man had a good heart, so he said, "I'll give it a try."

Chen Wang waved his hand, and the waiter left.

The young man had met the God of Wealth today, and Chen Wang casually gave him two taels of silver as a reward.

Keep in mind that his monthly wage was only two qian of silver.

He held the two taels of silver in his pocket and stood respectfully outside the door.

Chen Wang brought the medicine over, and the old boxer struggled to get up, took the medicine, and drank a sip.

He was originally extremely stubborn and had a bad temper, but he liked Chen Wang's unpretentious and straightforward way of speaking, so he accepted his kindness.

Otherwise, even if someone else were to find someone to treat his illness, he would refuse.

But after taking just one sip of the medicine, his eyes lit up.

He felt a warm current quickly flow through his limbs and bones, and the cold energy in his body seemed to be suppressed.

The old man's complexion visibly improved, and his previously dormant True Qi showed signs of revival.

And this was only the first sip!

He looked up in surprise at Chen Wang.

Chen Wang said with a smile, "Let's drink some more."

The old man didn't care about the heat and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking it, his face became rosy, and his legs, which had been somewhat numb, regained feeling.

You should know that he lay in bed all day, and the muscles in his legs had long since atrophied.

A martial artist who was once faster than a galloping horse had been bedridden for many years without any change, but now he had regained feeling in his legs, and the old man was overjoyed.

The chilling aura within his body had also diminished considerably.

"Incredible!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Wang asked, "Will it be useful?"

The old boxer exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, it's incredibly useful! Your medicine is simply miraculous, even more powerful than that Grandmaster Gu from the Pill Sect!"

Grandmaster Gu was a master of the Pill Sect and could also refine some pills to resist the damage caused by demons.

However, he had previously been invited by the local Demon Suppression Division to examine Ning Huaian's illness, and they said they had no solution.

However, after drinking a dose of medicine from Chen Wang, the old boxer was able to suppress the cold aura emanating from his body, and his Qi and Blood and qi began to flow again. His previously atrophied meridians were now being unblocked.

His legs, which had long been numb, gradually regained sensation and began to move under the influence of the medicine.

The old boxer braced himself with both hands and was about to get off the bed.

Having been bedridden for years and paralyzed, his legs trembled as he got out of bed, but he could still barely stand. After a moment of silence, he burst into wild laughter, "Great! Great! This old man has actually stood up again!"

His laughter was deafening. Although the old man was like a sick tiger with little strength left, his roar was full of vigor.

The young man outside the door was reaching into his pocket, touching the two taels of silver, grinning widely, and dreaming about the good days when he would get married.

Suddenly, he heard the old man in the room burst into laughter, which startled him.

He turned his head in shock, thinking, "What's wrong with this old man? That loud voice is terrifying!"

Even the old woman who had always taken care of Ning Huaian was a little curious.

She wasn't as polite as the young man; she simply pushed open the door and took a look.

When the old woman saw Ning Huaian standing on the ground and letting out a long howl, she was stunned for a moment.

"Damn it!"

The old woman cried out, nearly losing her balance.

A man who had been bedridden for many years actually stood up and walked! The old boxer's expression was full of joy, and his complexion visibly became fuller.

His overall aura was no longer as dejected as before, and he seemed to have shaken off his chronic illness.

Chen Wang said, "He should take a few more doses of medicine and take some time to recuperate, and then he should see improvement."

He put it rather conservatively, but the old boxer exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you so much!"

Chen Wang said, "It's alright. Once you're cured, you can tell me more about martial arts."

The old boxer was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Good, good, good!"

Chen Wang said, "Actually, I have a pill that can cure your illness, but it is too shocking to show, so I haven't taken it out. Moreover, I have reduced the dosage of this medicine, otherwise one dose would have been enough to cure your chronic illness."

However, he did not say this to the old man. The old man already considered this effect to be a miracle drug. After drinking a bowl of the medicine, he would immediately return to his lively self, which was even more astonishing.

"Do the people from the Pill Sect not want to treat him, or are their skills simply that inferior?"

Chen Wang stroked his chin, thinking to himself.

In the following days, Chen Wang also provided the old boxer with a house.

He didn't originally intend to use the Xu Family's money; he had more money than he could spend. However, he still needed to go through Madam Xu to buy a house and some servants.

After speaking with Madam Xu, Madam Xu immediately said that she would pay for it and that Chen Wang didn't need to worry about anything.

Chen Wang was helpless about this, thinking to himself, "Does this mean I'm being treated like a kept man?"

Given the old boxer's eccentric temperament, he rarely accepted favors from others.

However, since Chen Wang helped him cure his illness, he now regards Chen Wang as a god in his eyes.

Now, they have thoughtfully moved him to a new house and hired servants to take care of him, which makes him even more grateful.

Several days later, his body had fully recovered, and he began practicing the Five Elements Fist in the courtyard.

His movements were already very agile, and every move he made exuded a simple and grand style, as well as a kind of seasoned shrewdness that had shed all worldly concerns.

He was not a martial artist who only knew how to practice in seclusion, but a powerful man who had fought for many years and even battled demons.

As he practiced each move, his momentum became fierce, his strength flowed through his body, and his Great Sun True Qi burst forth.

Although his power has not been fully restored, his body is covered with golden light, making him appear sacred and solemn, extremely powerful and masculine, and much stronger than ordinary Innate Martial Warrior.

The old man has now recovered completely from his illness and is extremely grateful to Chen Wang.

"Young Master Chen, how is your Five Elements Fist training going? If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me anytime."

Chen Wang thought for a moment, then asked seriously, "The manual says that when the Five Elements Fist is mastered, a layer of golden light will cover the body, which means that one has entered the late stage of the Innate Realm, right?"

The old boxer nodded. "Not bad."

Chen Wang then asked, "What if the golden light is extremely dazzling?"

The old boxing master, who had practiced martial arts for many years, was stunned for a moment. "The golden light was extremely dazzling... how dazzling?"

After thinking for a moment, Chen Wang activated his Great Sun True Qi. With a bang, golden light burst forth from his body, causing the old boxer to squint and be unable to open his eyes for a moment.

At this moment, Chen Wang was radiant, his entire being resembling a god descended to earth, dazzling with golden light.

"That's about how dazzling it is."

Old boxer. "..."

His eyes stung, and he almost burst into tears, so he couldn't help but rub them.

Chen Wang then withdrew the golden light.

The old boxer asked in surprise, "What happened to you?"

Chen Wang spread his hands. "What a coincidence, isn't that what I was asking you?"

The old boxing master thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Your Great Sun True Qi..."

Chen Wang quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

The old boxer considered for a moment, then said, "He's training very hard."

Chen Wang asked, "Is it very powerful?"

The old boxing master exclaimed in surprise, "Did you practice the Great Sun True Qi before?"

Chen Wang shook his head.

"No."

The old boxer murmured, "A genius, a true genius!"

Chen Wang said, "Don't tell others, I don't like being famous."

Although the Little Martial Rankings is currently underway, and it's normal for young people to practice martial arts and seek fame, Chen Wang is not interested in it.

"Let's argue about Martial Rankings Little Martial Rankings, not some trivial one. What's the point of this? Are you kidding me?" The old boxer took a deep breath.

"I know, but you've only been practicing your True Qi for such a short time, yet you've already achieved this effect. That's not quite right. I've never seen anyone cultivate the golden light to this extent since I received this manual from my master."

Chen Wang said, "Could it be that I practiced it wrong?"

The old boxer nodded.

"You must have practiced it wrong. This golden light is just a manifestation of strong True Qi. You can't pursue this golden light excessively. You have good talent, but I'm a little worried that you've gone astray."

At this moment, Ning Huaian assumed a fighting stance. He had fully recovered, his Qi and Blood were like a furnace, and his muscles had become strong and powerful.

As soon as he adopted the Five Elements Fist stance, with his hands in front and behind, his entire aura changed instantly. He stood there like a deep pool and a towering mountain, perfectly integrated, without a single flaw in his body. He truly had the demeanor of a martial arts master.

"Come on, let's practice hands. I want to see how well you've mastered the Great Sun True Qi."

"You may attack me at will."

He had just recovered from his illness, having come from hell to heaven. His aura was unstoppable, and his vigor was even greater than when he was young. The surging True Qi around him was incomparable to that of ordinary Innate Martial Warrior.

Chen Wang said, "Alright, I've never fought against Innate Martial Warrior before, this is a good opportunity to give it a try."

He then struck the old man with a palm strike, without using any other abilities, but simply activating the Great Sun True Qi. His entire body shone with light, the golden light dazzling and radiant.

When the old boxer saw Chen Wang's palm strike coming and felt the violent aura, his expression changed instantly, and he struggled to breathe.

With a deafening roar, he was sent flying backward, smashing a rockery behind him to pieces.

Chen Wang's heart skipped a beat, "Oh no!"

He rushed forward and saw that the old boxer in the artificial hill was bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyes rolled back, and he had already fainted.

Chen Wang thought to himself, "Oh no, oh no, I just healed him, did I kill him?"

Chen Wang squatted down to check and found that the old boxer was still breathing, though very weakly.

After being woken up by Chen Wang, he was barely breathing.

Chen Wang scolded, "Senior, why didn't you block it?"

The old boxer said haltingly, "Blocked... blocked... blocked."