Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

The sound was fleeting, like the clatter of rotten wood.

Lu Liang immediately laughed: "As expected of the only divine doctor in the world of supernatural beings, the only top-level doctor in the medical school, he said he could cure Ding Shian as soon as he opened his mouth."

Tu Junfang was also astonished: "The miracle doctor is too confident. You know, we've consulted countless so-called famous doctors these past few days, and none of them are as good as a single hair on the head of this miracle doctor!"

The two people's voices of admiration echoed in the deathly silent hall.

Doctor Hu glanced at the two of them, said nothing more, and had his dazed disciple help him leave.

With the soles of his shoes gently scraping the ground, Doctor Hu had already turned around, and the group of stunned doctors finally came to their senses.

Zhang Xuanhu exclaimed in surprise, "Master!"

Doctor Hu's back didn't linger for a moment; no answer was the best response.

As a result, all the renowned doctors present understood, and never before had they understood so clearly.

And so, an unimaginable sense of bewilderment descended, accompanied by a deep-seated fear.

For a moment, no one dared to look at the faint handprint on Ding Shian's chest.

At this moment, it was no longer just a handprint; it was a terrifying hell, a black hole that devoured everything...

"Saving lives and healing the wounded is a doctor's duty. This miracle doctor has already agreed to help, so why is he pulling this stunt? Is he trying to raise the price?"

As Lü Liang watched Doctor Hu's figure gradually disappear, he uttered a complaint.

"Exactly! At such an old age, they're still so greedy!"

Tu Junfang quickly picked up the conversation.

Yuan Tao silently watched the two of them, a mix of emotions welling up inside her. Suddenly, a wave of sorrow surged up, and before this sorrow could even linger, it turned into a nightmare-like terror.

"Ha, it must be that Doctor Hu thinks Ding Shian is a member of the Quanxing sect and is making excuses to avoid treating him."

Yuan Tao gave a self-deprecating laugh, and Lü Liang and Tu Junfang wore similar smiles: "What can we do? We're the Quanxing."

The three voices reached the ears of the stunned doctors. Zhang Xuanhu coldly looked at them: "Since the teacher has agreed to take action, regardless of whether it's Quanxing or not..."

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and before Zhang Xuanhu could finish speaking, they all interrupted him.

"Don't say it!"

"shut up!"

"Shut up!"

All three men were filled with rage and their bodies trembled, but if you looked closely, you could see the boundless fear hidden behind their rage.

Zhang Xuanhu said no more, but there was some sadness in his eyes, and even some relief. He glanced at Ding Shian, thankful that he was not from Quanxing.

At the same time, everyone else present, except for the four people, felt a faint sense of relief.

"You can carry him away."

Yuan Tao and the other two silently stepped forward. Looking at Ding Shian, whose eyes were wide open and whose every hair was etched with despair, they felt a mixture of emotions, both indescribable and uneasy.

Lu Liang gritted his teeth, his hair standing on end in cold sweat, and reached out a trembling hand to pull Ding Shian's clothes up, covering the palm print that was like a black hole, like hell.

'Phew~~'

'ha! ’

'Fu~~'

A series of sighs of relief rang out, and it wasn't just the three of them.

As the palm print was obscured, even though I knew it still existed, I could find a lot of solace in not being able to see it.

This situation undoubtedly demonstrates that even a light slap and a seemingly insignificant palm print can be unbearable.

Tu Junfang carried Ding Shian on his back, and the three of them stumbled out of the hall.

The brilliant sunlight streamed down, and the gentle breeze carried the fragrance of the earth, yet the dazed look on the three faces did not dissipate.

How can I accept this? I really can't accept it!

Even the most renowned physician of the time could not heal Ding Shian's injuries; all his efforts during this period had ultimately been in vain.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, Lü Liang suddenly shivered, clasped his hands together, and shrank his shoulders: "Zhang Huaidan, this inhuman monster..."

This murmur made Yuan Tao and Tu Junfang tremble, and even Ding Shian on Tu Junfang's back twitched slightly.

Zhang Huaidan is not here, thousands of miles away, and the sun is shining brightly today, warming people's hearts and minds.

A chill seeped into every pore of his body, and the omnipresent light became his vision.

……

Zhao Fangxu waited in the back room until Doctor Hu returned. He was surprised that he had cured Ding Shian in such a short time.

Zhao Fangxu chuckled inwardly. Don't use your amateur knowledge to question Dr. Hu's professionalism. With his superb medical skills, curing Ding Shian would be a piece of cake.
At this moment, there is no need to elaborate on some things. It was Zhao Fangxu's personal appearance that made the treacherous Doctor Hu, who was known for his inability to treat patients, take action.

Because of his status, he was also unable to meet Yuan Tao and the others.

Zhao Fangxu said politely, "Thank you for your hard work, Doctor."

Doctor Hu made no comment and sat down with the help of his disciple.

Zhao Fangxu's expression changed slightly. He was not someone who couldn't read between the lines. Perhaps Doctor Hu hadn't shown anything unusual, but the blank look on the faces of the two disciples who were helping him couldn't fool him.

"Chairman Zhao, I know you are very powerful. If there is an opportunity, could you please invite Master Huaidan to Jishetang? I would like to meet this master."

Those eyes, seemingly having seen through the ways of the world, gleamed with a melancholic light.

Zhao Fangxu's heart skipped a beat: "I've noted down the divine doctor's request. I trust Master Huaidan and also hope to meet you."

He paused for a moment: "Ding Shian An?"

Doctor Hu shook his head: "I can't cure it."

Zhao Fangxu's eyes widened, as if he had heard an outrageous joke. The Divine Doctor Hu couldn't cure it? How could that be! It was utterly absurd!
It's as absurd as Zhang Zhiwei saying, "I am no match for so-and-so!"
"Miracle doctor, this..."

When Doctor Hu turned his gaze, his deep eyes made Zhao Fangxu's heart tremble slightly.

His next sentence almost made Zhao Fangxu jump up on the spot.

"That's not an injury that a human could cause."

Zhao Fangxu's face changed color in horror, and he said in a trembling voice, "You...you're saying that True Person Huaidan isn't human!"

In fact, as Zhang Huaidan rose to prominence, there were many voices in the world of supernatural beings calling him a monster.

But this miracle doctor actually said that the real person wasn't human? Zhao Fangxu was thunderstruck. Could it be that Zhang Huaidan really was a monster in disguise?!
"From your and my perspective, he is indeed no longer human."

The renowned doctor muttered to himself.

His medical skills had reached their peak many years ago; he only needed to take one look at the diagnostic methods that other famous doctors needed to use.

When he saw the handprint on Ding Shian's chest, he instantly recognized what it was.

It's definitely not an internal injury, nor is it an external injury; it can't even be called an injury!
Sensing the deeper meaning in Doctor Hu's words, Zhao Fangxu forced himself to calm down: "I hope Doctor Hu can enlighten me, what exactly happened to Ding Shian?"

Doctor Hu calmly said, "That palm strike is incurable; it's an injury to the Dharma Body." "An injury to the Dharma Body?" Zhao Fangxu was utterly perplexed. Even after decades as chairman of Na Du Tong, he had gained no understanding and could only ask, "What is the Dharma Body?"

Doctor Hu waved his hand: "Chairman Zhao, you don't need to ask me. Just ask Master Huai Dan."

Zhao Fangxu frowned, noticing that Doctor Hu's gaze was shifty, with disbelief flashing in his eyes from time to time.

The so-called Dharma body must be something unattainable.

Even with unparalleled medical skills, he couldn't let go of this feeling.

Furthermore, the matter is extremely important, and I cannot go through Zhang Huaidan to tell him directly.

Zhao Fangxu nodded calmly: "I understand."

Dr. Hu sighed with emotion: "It's good that Chairman Zhao understands. In fact, Master Huai Dan also has a compassionate heart."

Zhao Fangxu was speechless. What was going on? If Master Huaidan truly had a compassionate heart, would he have allowed Ding Shian to end up like that?
But on second thought, he wasn't wrong. Otherwise, Ding Shian would have been crushed to death like an ant by a real person.

"The miracle doctor is absolutely right."

Doctor Hu smiled, his gaze growing even more profound.

Huai Dan Zhenren?
Master Huai Dan!
He had heard of it, of course, but that was all.

The term "real person" has long been secularized; even a young punk dares to call himself a "real person."

He didn't have many years left to live, and he probably wouldn't have any interaction with the so-called Master Huaidan in his lifetime, so he never cared about it.

However, upon seeing the palm print on Ding Shian's chest for the first time, he appeared calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

That illustrious and powerful Master Huai Dan.

It is indeed a real person!
Perhaps it has not yet been successfully proven, but it already possesses a portion of the true power of a real person!

Doctor Hu felt ashamed, but also filled with disbelief. In this degenerate age, could anyone still achieve such a feat?

Therefore, I am extremely curious.

He requested that Zhao Fangxu allow him to meet the True Man Huaidan.

Who exactly is this exceptionally talented individual? Who could break free from the shackles of this world?

The turmoil in Doctor Hu's heart did not subside. For over a hundred years, he had thought he could face everything, even death, with equanimity.

Seeing the power of a real person firsthand still easily shattered the peace that one had been guarding in one's heart.

Simultaneously.

He also had a question.

Only Zhang Huaidan can answer this personally.

That is, how did Taoist practitioners who cultivate both body and mind end up achieving sainthood through the physical body?
Doctor Hu couldn't understand it at all. If one could attain the status of a True Person through both cultivating both body and mind and achieving sainthood through the physical body, the former would be of a higher status than the latter.

Although he had not learned much about Zhang Huaidan, he knew that Zhang Huaidan was a true Taoist, so why did he go on to pursue physical immortality?
He shook his head; even the renowned doctor couldn't figure it out.

In conclusion, that True Man Huai Dan had already achieved a physical body on the path to becoming a saint, clearly distinguishing himself from ordinary people.

The injuries inflicted on the body can only be healed by True Master Huai Dan himself; otherwise, no one in the world can cure them!
Ding Shian, a being like him, is nothing compared to a quasi-realm who has achieved the Dharma Body. Yet, he only injures but does not kill. What is his intention?

Is it merely because of a sliver of compassion?

Doctor Hu's mind was sharper than ever before. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he couldn't help but sigh, "How pitiful it is that True Man Huai Dan is so lonely, doing such a heaven-defying thing in an impossible world!"

Zhao Fangxu felt a chill run down his spine: "What does the miracle doctor mean by this?"

Doctor Hu sighed and remained silent. Strictly speaking, the injury to the body was not an injury, but a kind of oppression originating from the level of life!
Those who walk the path of becoming true men are indeed creating a chasm that is slowly widening between them and ordinary people.

Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, like a fish transforming into a dragon!
That palm print could not be removed by anyone other than Master Huai Dan himself.

However, there are always exceptions. If it were another witness, the effect would naturally not be so exaggerated.

Therefore, Doctor Hu felt that he had seen through another layer of Zhang Huaidan's meaning. As the only cultivator who walked on the path of becoming a true person since the end of the Dharma era, True Person Huaidan was destined to be extremely lonely!
But with Ding Shian's limited capacity, is he able to meet Huai Dan Zhenren's expectations and embark on that path?
Doctor Hu shook his head repeatedly.

Zhao Fangxu looked at him, sighing and shaking his head, his head full of questions.

……

There are countless schools of thought in the world of supernatural beings, and the path to the 'True Person Status' is naturally also incredibly diverse.

Physical enlightenment is one of the paths to becoming a true person.

Although it belongs to a heterodox sect, it possesses a unique power.

For practitioners who break through the barrier between heaven and man and embark on this path, the first step is to make their physical body perfect and flawless.

The so-called unity of muscles and joints is merely one of the most basic skills.

Once the physical body reaches the peak of mortal power, one can attempt to condense a magical body.

The difficulty of achieving the Dharma body is as high as causing rivers to stop flowing or oceans to dry up.

If one survives another calamity, allowing one's physical body to undergo the baptism of heaven and earth, refine it into a golden body, and attain perfection, then one will become a saint in the flesh, whose life cannot be diminished by time.

Even if one has only attained the physical form of a Dharma body, one can still be called a near-True Person, for every move one makes carries unfathomable power.

Their level of existence is clearly vastly different from that of ordinary people.

The injuries to the body are beyond the reach of ordinary medical skills and medicines.

Yuan Tao and the other two carried Ding Shian away from Jishetang. After many twists and turns, it all came to nothing, and the three of them felt extremely tired.

Looking at Ding Shian, who was still filled with despair, Tu Junfang let out a long sigh: "It really is fate."

Lü Liang and Yuan Tao both fell silent.

The wind whistled, ruffling his robes. Lü Liang stared at the scattering leaves: "I simply cannot believe that Ding Shian would end up like this with just one palm strike."

The two were speechless, and even after leaving Jishetang, they still found it unbelievable.

Yuan Tao could only manage a bitter smile. Even the divine physician Hu couldn't cure him, which showed that in all the world, there was no one who could heal.

Just like a great river that cannot stop flowing.

The sun in the sky cannot rise in the west.

After glancing at Ding Shian, I asked myself honestly, is it really fate?

No, the root of all this is just one person.

But was that really a person?
Yuan Tao's gaze was unfocused, and in the dim light, she seemed to see Zhang Huaidan's indifferent face, and she couldn't help but shiver.

The death of Han Dan'er had instilled in him a deep-seated hatred for Zhang Huaidan, but at this moment, he felt no hatred whatsoever.

It wasn't that the hatred had disappeared, but rather a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

It's as if a torrential rain has fallen from the sky, flooding the house that I worked so hard to buy. How can I not hate it? How can I not resent it? But how can I hate it, how can I resent it?

Yuan Tao sighed sadly, his heart filled with unease.

Lü Liang muttered to himself, "Right, didn't you say that we in the Quanxing sect have a senior called the White Zombie Elder? Ding Shian's injury isn't an illness, and even divine doctors can't cure it. So, could we use that secret method to transfer this palm print away?" (End of Chapter)