Jia Yi Awakens

After a three-hour flight, Wu Ming and the other two landed at Kyoto Airport at eleven in the morning.

After retrieving their equipment through special channels, he led Ruan Qingzhu and Zhu Hongyu toward the arrivals area. Before long, they spotted someone holding a sign that read [Wu Ming].

"Are you from the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall? I'm Wu Ming."

Wu Ming stepped forward and asked.

"Mr. Wu, you're here!"

The person picking them up was a young man who looked to be around twenty. His eyes immediately lit up upon seeing Wu Ming. "The hall master sent me to receive you. Please follow me."

"By the way, my name is Jia Mengyun. I'm from a collateral branch of the Jia Family's fourth generation."

"The person you're here to save is Jia Yi, my cousin." Jia Mengyun had evidently been briefed beforehand and knew their identities well.

Since time was short, he quickly led the three to the parking lot and found the martial arts hall's vehicle. Jia Qingshan clearly knew about Wu Ming's weapon situation and had specifically sent an SUV.

After stowing their luggage, the three got into the vehicle. Jia Mengyun gripped the steering wheel, drove the SUV out of the airport, and sped down the airport expressway.

After traveling for a while, Wu Ming noticed that they were not heading into the city but continuing westward. He could not help asking, "Isn't the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall in the city?"

"Every inch of land in the city is worth a fortune. Our martial arts hall takes up quite a bit of space, so we can't afford the steep rent."

Jia Mengyun explained, "Fortunately, there's an old residence near West Mountain that was passed down by the old master. It covers more than an acre, so the family turned it into a martial arts hall. We disciples usually eat and live there."

"I see." Wu Ming nodded lightly and asked no further questions.

About an hour later, the vehicle turned onto a relatively narrow asphalt road. The outline of West Mountain could vaguely be seen ahead beneath the sunlight, but Jia Mengyun did not drive into the West Mountain Scenic Area. Instead, he turned onto a side road midway.

After driving for several minutes, more walls appeared along the roadside. They looked rather old, with the occasional dried vine poking over their tops.

Jia Mengyun slowed down and stopped before an inconspicuous courtyard gate.

Through the car window, they could see a wooden plaque hanging above the gate, bearing five large characters: Kyoto Xingyi Martial Arts Hall.

"Beep beep."

Jia Mengyun honked twice, and the courtyard gate slowly opened. He stepped on the gas and drove inside, eventually parking at the edge of a training ground.

"We're here. Let's get out."

Jia Mengyun said, "Leave the luggage for now. Please come with me to the dormitory area first. The hall master is waiting for you."

"Mm." Wu Ming naturally knew why. He nodded and said, "Let's go, then. Saving him comes first."

The four got out of the car, and Jia Mengyun led them into a three-story low building beside the training ground. They went up to the second floor and arrived at a room at the end of the corridor.

Jia Mengyun knocked softly and said respectfully, "Hall Master, Mr. Wu and the other two have arrived."

"Mm. Let them in. Go back and continue training," a steady voice came from inside.

Jia Mengyun's face fell, but he did not dare say anything. After nodding to Wu Ming and the others, he turned and went downstairs.

Wu Ming thanked him and pushed open the door.

The next second, a strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted out from the room, making the two girls frown.

Without changing expression, Wu Ming walked in and quickly surveyed the interior. The decor was extremely simple. Aside from a separate bathroom and balcony, there were only two beds and an old wardrobe. There was not even an extra chair.

A frail young man lay unconscious on one of the beds. A middle-aged man in a dark gray Zhongshan suit sat on the other. He was not especially burly, but his back was ramrod straight.

Before him was a small brazier with a clay medicine pot on top. The middle-aged man held a pair of bamboo chopsticks and gently turned over the herbs inside the pot.

Though the scene seemed ordinary, Wu Ming's gaze sharpened. He sensed an extremely powerful life force within the middle-aged man. Even if the man was not a Quasi-Martial Artist, he was very close to becoming one.

Even though the man's genes had been altered by the virus, he had forged his physical fitness to such a formidable level not long after transforming. He truly deserved to be called a top-tier Xingyi Quan master in the field.

Wu Ming secretly marveled, and his anticipation for this Internal Martial Arts rose another notch.

Steadying himself, he calmly asked, "Are you Hall Master Jia Qingshan?"

"I am."

The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing and looked up at the young man by the door, instinctively praising him inwardly. What formidable life force!

As a master of Internal Martial Arts, Jia Qingshan had already cultivated Xingyi Quan to the pinnacle. After being infected by the virus, it had taken him only a very short time to push his physical fitness to a new limit.

Yet even so, in his perception, his own life force was far inferior to that of the young man before him. But judging from Wu Ming's bearing and movements, there was clearly no sign that he had practiced Internal Martial Arts.

Such powerful life force could crush those Internal Martial Arts masters through physical fitness alone. If he also learned the combat methods of Xingyi Quan, how terrifying would that be?

Jia Qingshan fell silent. He had to admit that Wu Ming's astounding talent had indeed stirred his desire to take in a gifted disciple.

However, he could still distinguish what was more important. He stood and smiled. "Young friend Wu Ming, it is a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for traveling all the way to Kyoto to deliver the medicine."

"A human life is at stake. There can be no delay."

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, took a special medicine pill from the medicine box, and said, "Hall Master, you should save him first. We can discuss learning martial arts later."

Jia Qingshan looked deeply at him and nodded. "All right."

Taking the special medicine, Jia Qingshan turned and sat beside the bed. He did not immediately administer it. Instead, he gently pried open the young man's teeth with his fingers and placed the pill at the base of his tongue.

Then he lifted the young man's neck with one hand, pressed his fingers together, and slowly pushed downward along the outside of his throat. His movements were calm and efficient.

Within seconds, the pill slid down the young man's esophagus into his stomach.

Wu Ming's eyes brightened slightly. He could sense that the other man's technique for sending down the medicine was not simple. It was not merely a physical motion, but something mixed with an advanced skill.

He instinctively spread out his Spiritual Force and carefully examined Jia Yi's condition. Although he could not see inside the young man's body, he could clearly sense from the outside that his life force was gradually beginning to surge.

This showed that the special medicine's effects were immediate, entirely unlike what Ruan Qingzhu had experienced after taking it.

The pallor on Jia Yi's face quickly gave way to a trace of color, and his breathing gradually evened out. Apart from still not waking up, everything was moving in a positive direction.

This process lasted nearly an hour.

No one spoke during that time. Ruan Qingzhu and Zhu Hongyu stood quietly by the door, while Jia Qingshan remained at the bedside, his eyes never leaving his nephew's face.

Just then, the virus within Jia Yi seemed to reach a critical point and suddenly began frantically driving Gene Evolution.

Everyone present had undergone a similar transformation and knew very well that if Jia Yi could get through this hurdle, his future would be smooth sailing.

Jia Qingshan seemed to have expected it. He reached for the bowl of cooled Chinese medicine beside the bed, supported Jia Yi's head with one hand, and repeated his earlier technique, pouring every drop of the medicine down his throat.

Once the medicinal power entered his stomach, it was like throwing a bundle of firewood into an alchemy furnace. The flames instantly surged, blasting through the final bottleneck in one burst.

The next second, Jia Yi's breathing suddenly deepened. The rise and fall of his chest grew increasingly pronounced, and his heartbeat gradually became strong and powerful.

Seeing this, Jia Qingshan finally showed a relieved smile.

Sure enough, only seconds later, the young man's fingers twitched faintly. His breathing was steady, and his physiological condition had returned to normal.

Then, the frail young man slowly opened his eyes.