Jingwei

A casual diagnosis had a huge impact on the Dragon King, but Divine Doctor Sun had no idea. He only regretted the turn of events on the field. "So close. What a pity. If the Dragon King had been a little faster, he could have beaten the Qingcheng Sect swordsman."

Shangguan Fei no longer cared about any of that. He vaguely felt that the Divine Doctor had given him good news, but he didn't dare be sure. "You mean my Wu Dao Divine Skill will gradually transform into the Xumi Jie Divine Skill, and then the danger of Qi Deviation will be gone?"

Divine Doctor Sun turned and glared at him. "Isn't that exactly what I said?"

Unable to contain his delight, Shangguan Fei slammed his right fist into his left palm. He had suffered plenty when his mother forced him to learn the Wu Dao Divine Skill, and felt no attachment to it whatsoever. "How long will it take?"

"Hard to say." Divine Doctor Sun kept his eyes fixed on the Dragon King's every move, brushing Shangguan Fei off. "Somewhere between one or two years and twenty."

"What? And what if the Qi Deviation happens before then?"

"If you can endure it, you'll live. If you can't, you'll die. Oh, the Kongtong Sect is joining forces! What kind of martial arts can two crutches produce? I know—that's the Kongtong Sect's secret art, the Jingwei Staff Technique! I never thought that at my age I'd get the chance to witness such a marvelous skill with my own eyes!"

Divine Doctor Sun asked and answered his own questions, visibly excited. Shangguan Fei moved closer to ask him something, but Sun rudely shoved him aside.

Hong Fu asked softly, "Is the Jingwei Staff Technique really that powerful?"

Shangguan Fei shot her a