Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 970 970: Spatial Isolation

Finally, despite the man's livid face, he leaned over to Ye Fengsheng and said, "Mr. Ye, you have discovered the cause of my grandfather's illness. Please save him!"

Ye Feng nodded slightly: "This is my situation. Of course, I won't stand idly by. As a precaution, you should disperse these people. Don't let them get close to me."

"Very good!"

Just as Ye Fengsheng's voice fell, Jing Chu turned around and began seeking safety, preparing to isolate Ye Fengsheng's voice with ample space.

Never had they imagined that the people around them would hear everything that seemed so real. Without waiting for Jing Chu's greeting, they consciously retreated and dispersed, leaving a vast open space for Ye Fengsheng's voice in the center.

They really wanted to see what they could do with the person they were talking about. They wanted to see how the protagonist of today's farce would end in a disgraceful manner.

Just as they were preparing to watch the show, Ye Fengsheng raised his hands, grabbing empty-handedly.

What followed was a strong gust of wind, slapping their faces directly, even making them have to frown and find someone to close the doors and windows around them.

When they found the doors and windows tightly shut and the branches outside the window still, they felt the strong wind blowing on their faces, a chill rushing from their feet straight to the ceiling.

However, after a moment, they saw a layer of brown mist slowly descending from the ceiling above, slowly approaching the palm Ye Fengsheng had raised.

"This... what is this?"

Someone screamed out loud. There were two fights.

But the brown mist continued to slowly sink, with the people under Chan staring at the mist. When the mist began to press down on their bodies, they could maintain a distance from the unknown, as if this could ensure their safety.

"Ah."

It seemed as if knuckles cracked, and they only saw Ye Fengsheng's palm tremble rapidly like a midnight ephemeral flower, followed by the pervasive brown mist swiftly entering Ye Fengsheng's palm, as if a vortex was swallowing the surrounding filth with grandeur!

Almost simultaneously, the joyous voice of Jing Liangping came from upstairs.

"Dad!"

"Dad, you're finally awake!"

For a while, everyone's eyes fell into a state of stupor. They turned their heads, eyes fixed on Ye Fengsheng in the center of the hall, filled with incredulity.

They had formerly specialized in pathology and medicine. Where had they ever encountered such a bizarre situation? They even doubted their own eyes when they saw the brown mist rapidly gathering and surging back and forth like waves in Ye Fengsheng's applause.

Had it not been for the Jing family, capable of diagnosing this illness, they might have even suspected what kind of device Jing Chu and this young man had conspired to install.

Where could such a thing be done?

Moreover, the brown mist, not knowing what it was, whether ordinary air, smoke, or dust, could not be obediently summoned to drink it like this?

"Buzz!"

A wave seemed to be there, yet never happened, flickering in Ye Fengsheng's palm, like a halo reflected from shimmering water, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Yes."

In an instant, Ye Fengsheng's extremely simple words reached my ears, and people looked like stiff, clay puppets, with rigid faces.

Concerned with this matter, Jing Ya arrogantly raised her snow-white chin, looking at Ye Fengsheng with pride and smugness.

Watching those around them who had once spoken coldly and sarcastically, now shocked into silence by Ye Fengsheng's voice, she was happier than before!

As for Jing Chu, upon hearing his grandfather's voice, his face was already filled with a smile. He looked at the people beside him, casting them a smug glance, displaying his family's impressive demeanor and spring breeze-like pride.

However, within less than three seconds, he was knocked back to the prototype. He ran over to Ye Fengsheng, staring at the brown mist swirling in his applause, excitedly saying "What is this, Mr. Ye?"

"Ling Miao."

Ye Feng answered, "I don't know if inadvertently your family offended a monk, or the monk simply took a dislike to your Jing family."

Jing Chu looked puzzled, "What does Mr. Ye mean?"

"It's hard to ditch this lame one. Generally speaking, monks would only use it as a last resort to save their lives, then discard it to buy time for their escape. But now he's willing to leave this lame one in your home. Unless he was extremely displeased with you, why would he be willing to make such a large sacrifice?"

Ye Fengsheng slightly shook his head, saying.

"Ah?"

Jing Chu's pupils contracted, indicating how shocked he was.

Yesterday, in the Jiuzhen Palace, he saw things he would never encounter again in his life. The enormous means, shaking the capabilities of Shan A with hands and feet, the immortals ascending from the heavens, no matter what they were, left him with great shock, even secretly in awe of these so-called monks.

How could he have thought that his family inadvertently offended such a fairy? Does this not mean his family could be overthrown in a single day?

Thinking of this here, where could he be calm!

Ye Fengsheng ignored his many words, merely saying lightly, "I have fulfilled my promise to you, the causality of this period has ended. You may find someone to escort me back to Jianghai City."

"Ah?"

Jing Chu was anxious on the spot, "Mr. Ye, you..."

Unexpectedly, Jing Ya spoke up first, not giving Jing Chu a chance to thank him. Glancing once, she interrupted, saying, "Mr. Ye, I'll take you back to Jianghai City. Before Qiu Yun, I invited you to visit Jianghai City. I happen to be with you today."

"Really?"

Ye Feng looked at her, but did not refuse.

The girl quickly took Ye Fengsheng by the arm, dragging him out of the hall.

Interestingly, now the people in the hall seeing these two come, but like a wave, quickly made way for them and paved the way for their departure.

Although everyone was extremely curious about Ye Fengsheng's abilities, even feeling a sense of mysterious power, it was precisely their fear and dignity that prevented them from opening their mouths to stay, let alone speaking, but only could watch Ye Fengsheng get into the car, and then drive to Jingjia Gate.

Furthermore, someone secretly wrote down the words of respect that Jing Ya just said. After finishing reading "Mr. Ye of Jianghai City," there was a deep smile hidden in their eyes.

"Today, with Master Old Du Qing, his father's recovery entirely depends on the contributions of Master Old Du Qing!"

People listened quietly to the complimentary voice coming from the stairs, glancing over. However, Jin Liangping was accompanying Du Qing down the steps, flattering him, saying, "I never thought, after ten years of seclusion, the master not only mastered the Buddhist Law but became increasingly pure. Such extraordinary medical skills should indeed be rare in the world!"

There was no expression on the face of the Duqing Monk, but he did not even nod. He looked indifferent, which was contrary to his previously peaceful appearance.

Even as a monk deserving of punishment, his anger had already brewed in his heart after his prior experiences.

Jin Liangping spent a lot of money as a stepping stone and promised not to refuse gifts as a reward. He persuaded him down the mountain to treat the Jing family's elderly. As a result, he entered the home but was played with by the so-called younger generation. Although Jing family members took some action, they did not simply handle it.