History of the Lower River and the Upbringing of Great Families

Ling Xiaoyu was clearly worried. She even looked ready to come over and stand beside Tang Changsheng. He sighed inwardly, then gave her a look, telling her to stay calm.

He picked up a cup of clear water from the table. With a flick of his hand, a Moonlight True-Water Dust-Cleansing Talisman burned to ash at his fingertips, and he pressed it into the cup.

Silver light flashed. Tang Changsheng smiled and poured the water over Deng Deren's wound.

As the talisman water washed over it, the bleeding stopped at once. The entire wound began, miraculously, to heal.

The sight sent an uproar through everyone present. The younger ones in particular, who supposedly believed in science, were so stunned their jaws nearly hit the floor.

"This isn't scientific!" was all but bursting from their lips.

Even Ling Zheng sprang to his feet, disbelief flashing through his eyes.

Only the Deng Household's old patriarch remained seated and still. Beside him, Ling Xiaoyu's face shone with delight.

Tang Changsheng smiled easily at Deng Deren. "Well? You felt it yourself. Is that real skill or not?"

Deng Deren was dumbstruck. His mouth hung open, but he could not utter a word.

Tang Changsheng left him alone and bowed to Deng Ruiming. "Sir, you said you'd leave this matter to me. After what just happened, I think we can dispense with the confinement."

Deng Ruiming burst out laughing. "Good, good, good!"

He slapped the table and barked, "Come over and thank the mage!"

Though Deng Deren looked as if his Hun and Po had fled his body, he had no choice but to come forward and thank Tang Changsheng before withdrawing.

It was not merely that he had been frightened. He had also suffered the crushing realization that he could never compete with Tang