Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 144 Ambition Remains

The Taiqing Pill is indeed extraordinary. It melts immediately upon entry into the mouth. A warm current like a spring breeze rises from the Dantian and slowly flows to the limbs. Xu Xiangbei feels that his body and mind have reached an unprecedented optimal state.

Xu Xiangbei’s mischievous face turns solemn. Every time at this moment, he becomes most serious.

He solemnly instructs Ouyang Yujian, "I’m treating the elder now. Remember, no matter what happens, don’t interfere, don’t distract me, and don’t touch us. Otherwise, both of us will go berserk. Remember."

Ouyang Yujian nods vigorously, already anxious like a fiery flame.

Xu Xiangbei’s eyes sparkle with a sharp gleam. His fingers form into a needle shape and firmly press on the Qi Sea point on the elder’s chest.

"First needle, reverse the universe, break it for me."

A wave of heat surges forth. Xu Xiangbei condenses his Inner Strength into a needle. If he hadn’t taken the Taiqing Pill to boost his Inner Strength, the needle might not have penetrated, such is the potent Yang Inner Strength within the elder.

As the needle goes in, the elder’s body trembles as if shocked, and the pain on his face seems to worsen, as if he’s about to fall to the side. Ouyang Yujian, wanting to support him, stops short, remembering Xu Xiangbei’s admonition.

The elder sways like a tumbler but then sits back upright.

"Second needle, reverse the Yin and Yang, flip it for me."

Xu Xiangbei’s finger spins and turns, flipping the Inner Strength within the elder’s meridians upside down.

A torrent of scorching Inner Strength, like a provoked venomous snake, charges forward, repeatedly impacting Xu Xiangbei’s fingers.

The scorching sensation travels up his fingers, sweat beads on Xu Xiangbei’s forehead, and his clothes on his back are soaked with sweat.

As the elder’s scorching Inner Strength keeps rushing over, an invisible Qi needle suddenly spins rapidly between Xu Xiangbei’s fingers, faster and faster, like a racing wheel.

Xu Xiangbei shouts, "Third needle, go against the current, come out for me."

He pulls his fingers sharply, and a stream of Qi, like a volcanic eruption, bursts out from the elder’s Qi Sea point on his chest. The scorching airflow strikes like a storm, sending the emerald bamboo in front of the elder flying, the once green leaves now scorched into dry leaves, curling up and emitting a burnt smell.

Standing nearby, Ouyang Yujian also feels this scorching airflow brushing past his face, scaring him into retreating a few steps, with a few of his eyebrows singed.

He asks in surprise, "Doctor Xu, what happened?"

Xu Xiangbei wipes the sweat from his forehead, his clothes soaked as if just fished out of water, showing some fatigue in his expression: "Hehe, a fire was released; the elder’s illness is more than half cured now."

Weirdly enough, the charcoal-like redness on the elder’s face disappears, his skin returns to normal, and his breathing becomes deep and lasting. Ouyang Yujian also feels relieved.

Xu Xiangbei kicks Ouyang Zhan lightly, loudly calling, "Stop sleeping, it’s time to wake up."

Ouyang Yujian hurriedly rushes to dissuade him, fearing Xu Xiangbei might startle the elder.

Ouyang Zhan slowly opens his eyes, bewildered, asking his son, "What happened just now? I seemed to have fallen asleep and had a dream that I fell into a volcanic cave; it almost cooked me alive."

He wipes himself, finding his clothes drenched, realizing he has just endured a life-or-death ordeal.

He asks Xu Xiangbei excitedly, "Doctor Xu, I feel much more spirited. What did you do to me?"

Xu Xiangbei pouts, sits down in a wicker chair, and starts drinking water in big gulps: "What else could I do but help treat your illness. The Yang Fire buried deep within your meridian has been drawn out. Try moving your left hand; see if it works?"

The elder stretches his arm, a joyful expression spreading, the once lost Inner Strength in his left hand channels in like an old friend met after a long time.

He strides forward, sweeps his left hand, effortlessly picking up two Iron Gall Balls from the stone table.

Dong, dong, the two heavy Iron Gall Balls begin to shake in his palm.

The elder swings his hand sharply, the two Iron Gall Balls fly into the air, one behind the other.

The foremost Iron Ball gets caught by the one behind it, crashing in mid-air, producing a deafening sound and a dazzling spark.

The twin balls don’t scatter wildly but rather trace a beautiful arc in mid-air before bouncing back from the left and right.

Full of confidence, the elder laughs heartily, his left hand sweeping the air again, catching both Iron Balls steadily in his hand, visibly emotional, laughing heartily, his voice echoing through the courtyard: "They’re back, finally back."

The elder speaks not only of the return of the Iron Gall Balls but also the rekindling of his youthful ambition.

Xu Xiangbei sits in the chair, eating snacks in big bites. Though it’s only been a matter of minutes, he feels as though he’s run ten thousand meters, exhausted yet starving, as if the snacks he just ate have all been digested.

"Henceforth, don’t forget to take your medicine every early morning, and don’t practice your Dragon Tiger Divine Fist anymore."

"Of course, thank you for the life-saving grace, Little Divine Doctor. Yu Jian, go get the other check."

Xu Xiangbei smiles unreservedly, "Then I’ll take the money."

Overcome with joy, Ouyang Zhan recalls something and a faint sense of guilt flashes across his face. "Unfortunately, our ancestral manual of the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist has rotted through the years and was thrown away by me. Only my modified version remains; I barely remember the original version. I’m truly ashamed of my ancestors."

Xu Xiangbei smirks wickedly, "If I were your ancestor, I would crawl out of the ground to beat you up. The essence inherited over a thousand years, and you went ahead to change it, almost ruining yourself."

With his face slightly flushed by Xu Xiangbei’s words, Ouyang Zhan feels helpless. He indeed made a grave mistake, and thankfully Xu Xiangbei pointed out the error in his cultivation technique. Otherwise, not only would he be led astray, but his second and third in rank would also suffer greatly.

"Don’t worry. I’ve already seen your Thirty-six Dragon Tiger Divine Fists and know where you modified them. I’ll help you revert it in a couple of days."

A Martial Art should not be tinkered with by outsiders; it’s the sect’s secret.

Yet, Ouyang Zhan trusts Xu Xiangbei immensely, already considering him one of his own. He not only doesn’t get angry but is pleasantly surprised, his worries swept away, laughing heroically: "Thank you very much, Divine Doctor Xu. You’re now also a coach and advisor for our Dragon Tiger Divine Fist, a brother to the third in rank. So from now on, consider this place your home. I’ll take advantage of my seniority and acknowledge you as my nephew. How about it?"

"Alright, Elder Ouyang, Uncle, this nephew pays his respects."

Ouyang Yujian comes over, shaking his head with a smile, noticing his dad’s temper increasingly resembling that of a child. He hands the check to Xu Xiangbei.

The brand-new check emits a pleasant smell of ink, particularly delightful. Xu Xiangbei tucks the check into his bosom, squinting with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Ouyang, Uncle Ouyang, for the meeting gift. It’s getting late; I should head back now."