Wu Yier froze, turning to look at the man who had suddenly appeared beside her.
He wore an indescribably greasy smile, was dressed in tattered, poor-looking clothes, and carried a nauseating stench.
“Ugh… so disgusting, so awful.”
Wu Yier gagged, pinching her nose with two fair fingers adorned with purple nail polish, and moved a few steps away in disgust.
This scene made Lin Qifan a bit awkward.
After all, he had no money, and yesterday had been the day to pay the rent for his rental room.
“Damn it, where did this nosy dog come from?”
The leading youth showed a ferocious expression: “If you know what’s good for you, get lost, or else…”
Suddenly, the youth’s gaze fell on the young woman, and he subconsciously licked his lips, his eyes gleaming.
“But, it’s not impossible for us to let this old woman go. Little lady, why don’t you come over and have some fun with us brothers, hehehe…”
Wu Yier frowned.
She was a martial artist, after all. Although she specialized in the medical path, her boxing and footwork were not bad.
Her grandfather had said—the most important thing for a doctor is physical constitution, and the second most important is knowledge.
After all, during medical disputes, a vast amount of knowledge wouldn’t give you chiseled muscles.
It was truly annoying; she just returned to the country and inexplicably encountered such a thing?
She had a bad premonition, it was so frightening…
Seeing that the young woman remained silent, Lin Qifan thought she was scared, so he gave her a charming smile:
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
After speaking, he still walked towards the hooligans with his hands in his pockets.
As expected of an Immortal cultivator, his showing-off routine was never repeated. Seeing Lin Qifan approach, the leading youth also showed a villain’s exclusive smile.
“Hehehe, I’ll spar with you right now. If you kneel down and kowtow and call me ‘Daddy’ now, I might even let you off.”
Thirty seconds later.
“Grandpa! Grandpa, stop hitting us, we were wrong, we deserve to die, ahhh… my leg, it’s broken, broken!”
The three hooligans rolled on the ground frantically.
Lin Qifan finally pulled off his first impressive feat since leaving the underground boxing ring. His mood was exhilarated, and his cultivation even showed signs of breaking through.
“Hahaha, awesome! This is the script I should have, hahahaha…”
Lin Qifan laughed, kicking the head hooligan in the butt:
“Get lost! Don’t let me see you again, understand?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” the small hooligans kowtowed and fled in disarray.
“Thank you both, thank you both, oh my old bones… Oh, Xiaobao, Xiaobao, why can’t you cry anymore? Oh, heavens…”
After thanking the two, the old woman immediately checked on her precious grandson.
She didn’t know until she looked, and when she did, she was startled.
The baby, who had been crying loudly from a high fever, now had a purplish-red face and could no longer make a sound.
Wu Yier immediately took the baby, her fingertips imbued with internal energy, precisely tapping the baby’s acupoints.
Soon, the baby miraculously came back to life.
And his fever had receded.
The old woman knelt and kowtowed several times, “Thank you both, thank you, thank you…”
Wu Yier sighed, reaching into her pocket with her long, manicured nails, pulling out two hundred yuan and handing it to the old woman.
Lin Qifan originally wanted to show some compassion in front of the beautiful woman.
But when he reached into his pocket, he realized he had no money.
Wu Yier sized up Lin Qifan and asked, “Hey, your fighting skills are good. Are you short on money right now?”
Lin Qifan really wanted to say no, but looking at his appearance, it was unlikely anyone would believe him if he did.
“Haha, not really, not particularly short on money,” Lin Qifan’s old face flushed.
Wu Yier nodded, deep in thought, “Well, my name is Wu Yier. What’s your name? Do you want a job that pays well?”
Lin Qifan gave a charming smile, running a hand through his hair: “My surname is Lin, and my given name is Qifan. Since it’s a request from a beautiful woman, I naturally wouldn’t decline.”
…
Lin City Peace Hotel, second floor.
To welcome the rumored Wu, Master of National Medicine, Wu Xuanhu, back to the country, a large number of wealthy families sent representatives to offer congratulations. The attendees held high status; even minor wealthy families like the “Four Great Families of Lin City” hadn’t received invitations.
Among the guests, there were many commoners carrying silver needles, clearly ancient martial arts physicians from all over the country. Everyone yearned to receive guidance from the Master of National Medicine, hoping to save many years of detours.
The entire second floor was reserved, with fine wine and champagne everywhere.
“Hey, have you heard? It’s said that Wu, Master of National Medicine, isn’t just returning for his birthday this time; he also plans to take on a disciple to pass on his legacy.”
“Ah? Doesn’t Wu, Master of National Medicine, already have a disciple… something like Wu Yier? How could he…”
“You don’t understand. One legacy is split into two. I heard Wu Yier only learned the technique of acupoint tapping. This time, Wu, Master of National Medicine, is preparing to teach his unique skill, the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. They say it can snatch people from the hands of the King of Hell.”
Jiang Yu listened to the conversations of the ubiquitous passersby while gorging himself on the delicacies on the table.
“Xiao Yu, mind your manners.”
Li Kexin didn’t know what to say, seeing Jiang Yu eat like a starving ghost.
Half a long table of dishes had been devoured by Jiang Yu alone.
“Why not eat when it’s free? Aunt, why do you care so much about this image? It will alienate a person’s true nature. Humans are born to eat, drink, excrete, and sleep…”
Jiang Yu sternly criticized Li Kexin’s selfless behavior.
Li Kexin sighed helplessly, picking up the gift box: “Then I’ll go deliver the gift first. You take it easy.”
Jiang Yu continued to eat, eat, eat.
An Immortal cultivator’s appetite was much larger than a martial artist’s. In this Age of Dharma Decline, there wasn’t much spiritual energy in the air for him to practice Bigu.
At this moment, a man with a braided queue and wearing a Manchu-style robe walked in through the door, with an impressive retinue of black-clad bodyguards following him. Their clothes were emblazoned with a large “Bai” character, indicating they were the Bai family’s ancient martial arts guard team.
Instantly, Jiang Yu recalled the other party’s identity.
Hu City’s foremost divine physician, Bai Wutao.
Chapter 68: A minor character used as a stepping stone for the protagonist, Lin Qifan. He was easily defeated by Lin Qifan, becoming a key character to initiate the “Hu City Arc.”
In short, it was a case of the smaller one being defeated, bringing out the elder. After Lin Qifan defeated this guy, he became enraged and had his subordinates attack the protagonist.
After being counter-killed, the Bai family head was furious and continuously sent assassins who were just slightly stronger than the protagonist to kill him.
In the end, everyone in the family, except for a beautiful, unfavored adopted daughter, was killed. He was a model villain, offering up his assets and women, and ensuring all the men in his family died.
“Classic, too classic!” Jiang Yu shook his head.
There was a difference even among villains. If it were him, he would immediately send the second strongest assassin to kill the protagonist.
As for why not the strongest?
Because the strongest assassin was the leader of the Blood Rose, a beautiful woman with a prominent figure who inexplicably became one of the protagonist’s harem members.
It was just so unreasonable.
“Wu, Master of National Medicine, has arrived! All irrelevant personnel, clear the way!”
A red carpet was laid directly from the entrance to the end. A helicopter landed on the helipad of the second-floor balcony, and an elderly man stepped out.
The Master of National Medicine, Wu Xuanhu!