In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 167 The Unremarkable Fat Man

Over the past five years, after mastering the art of "effortless mastery," Gu Shaoan has finally mastered the art of "serious mastery of lightness."

Even a seemingly casual strike can contain immense power.

Moreover, this immense power is not like the dispersed power when Gu Shaoan used to draw his sword or attack; rather, it is a terrifying force that can be concentrated and condensed into a single point.

They may seem similar, but in reality they are worlds apart.

Just like an ordinary person, when you punch someone with all your might, you can hurt them, but the force is evenly distributed.

Some of the force might even return along the fist.

A punch that won't break the skin or bones.

However, if you take a thin, long branch and strike someone with all your might, the force of the branch being thrown out can instantly leave a bloody mark.

If Gu Shaoan had mastered the technique of "treating light things as heavy things" beforehand, and combined it with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, Fang Yeyu would not have lasted more than three blows in a head-on confrontation with Gu Shaoan.

The magnitude of the improvement is self-evident.

To put it bluntly, with his skill of "making light work of heavy tasks", Gu Shaoan's overall strength could increase by another 30%.

With his strength improved once again, Gu Shaoan was in a great mood.

"It's a pity that Senior Sun isn't here. Otherwise, I could try to see if I could directly shatter a martial artist's protective aura with a single palm strike."

Immediately afterward, Gu Shaoan had a second thought.

Sun Baifa is not here, but he is currently at Wudang.

Zhang Sanfeng will definitely be present when he examines Yu Daiyan tomorrow.

By the time.
Thinking about this, Gu Shaoan felt a bit more looking forward to tomorrow.

Beijing.

Hulong Villa.

The main hall of Hulong Mountain Villa.

The interior of the main hall is magnificent and spacious, far surpassing any ordinary mansion.

A massive golden pillar with a coiled dragon rises from the ground, supporting the high-altitude caisson ceiling painted with auspicious clouds and mythical beasts, exuding a magnificent royal aura and a sense of divine authority.

The ground was paved with countless large, dark blue stone bricks that were cut flat. The cold touch spread from bottom to top, and the surface was so shiny that it reflected one's image.

Deep within the main hall, a nine-tiered white jade staircase rises step by step, like a ladder to heaven.

At the top of the steps is a chair carved from a single piece of rare black jade.

The chair back is not an ordinary flat panel, but is carved into a lifelike golden dragon. The dragon raises its head upward, its claws gripping the ends of the armrests on both sides of the chair back. The dragon's body is coiled around the chair back, and every scale is exquisitely detailed, shimmering with a restrained dark gold luster.

The enormous dragon head looked down majestically at the empty hall below, its mouth slightly open, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

On the chair, Zhu Wushi wore a solemn and majestic dark gold python robe, with python patterns of swirling clouds and spitting mist embroidered on the robe in even deeper black and gold thread. The robe was luxurious and understated, which complemented his profound temperament.

With his eyes lowered and his gaze falling on the folded book in his hand, Zhu Wushi's eyes were as deep and calm as an ancient, cold pool.

at this time.

Zhu ignored the "click" sound that suddenly came from the eyeballs filled with lychee-sized gems on the armrest of the chair beneath him.

Seemingly having heard the sound, Zhu Wushi abruptly stopped moving.

A glint of light flashed in his deep eyes.

Zhu Wushi flicked two fingers off the armrest, which landed precisely on the eyeballs of the two dragon heads on the armrest. A faint "click" sound, like a mosquito's murmur, rang out. Zhu Wushi then raised his wrist, lifting the dragon heads that served as decorations on the armrest.

A hidden compartment underneath was revealed.

In the hidden compartment, a note lay quietly.

Zhu Wushi's fingers moved with the nimblest skill of reaching into a bag, instantly retrieving the note from the hidden compartment. His movements were fluid and effortless, as if he had repeated this thousands of times before.

His gaze fell on the note, and a line of small characters immediately caught Zhu Wushi's eye.

"Mission failed. Yagyu Tajimae and Yellow Number Nine Poison Child are dead."

The note was small, and the handwriting was tiny but exceptionally clear.

However, as he took in all the contents of the note, a cold glint flashed in Zhu Wushi's eyes.

The next second, as the energy surged, the note in Zhu Wushi's hand instantly turned into dust and scattered randomly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Wushi's gaze returned to the memorial in front of him, his expression remaining unchanged from beginning to end.

The entire hall fell into a deep silence once again, but the atmosphere within suddenly became even more solemn.

The next day.

It's the beginning of time.

Led by Mo Shenggu, Abbess Miejue, Gu Shaoan, and the others arrived at a quiet courtyard behind the Zhenwu Hall.

Upon entering the main house in the courtyard, Zhang Wuji and Song Yuanqiao, second-generation disciples of Wudang, were already waiting inside.

After Gu Shaoan and his companions stepped into the house, their gazes swept across the room and locked onto an elderly man with white hair, a long beard, and a protruding belly.

The fact that the old man was able to appear in this house at this moment speaks volumes about his identity.

Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang School.

Looking at the old man, who was broad and stout with a protruding belly and wore a slightly faded, unrefined dark blue coarse cloth Taoist robe, probably no one would have guessed that such an unassuming fat man was the world-renowned founder of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng.

"Emei Miejue has met Master Zhang."

As Miejue stepped forward to bow, Gu Shaoan, Zhou Zhiruo, and Yang Yan followed suit.

"Gu Shaoan of Emei (Yang Yan, Zhou Zhiruo) pays respects to Master Zhang."

When the group bowed to him, Zhang Sanfeng first waved his hand in acknowledgment.

"We're already so familiar with each other, there's no need to be so polite."

After the group stood up, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Abbess Miejue and nodded: "Not bad, in a few years, there may be hope of condensing one's Qi into a powerful force."

"If there is a martial artist who has reached the Qi Condensation stage, it would be possible to register with the imperial court and allow the Emei Sect to return to the first rank. If your Emei Sect's ancestor knew this in the afterlife, he could rest in peace."

Knowing what Zhang Sanfeng was referring to, Abbess Miejue smiled and said, "I hope to receive Master Zhang's auspicious words."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said nothing more, instead looking at Gu Shaoan beside Abbess Miejue.

"To have the strength to kill a minor demon master before the age of twenty is rare. The Emei Sect is indeed fortunate to have such a talented disciple as you."

Gu Shaoan smiled and said, "Master Zhang is too kind. It is all thanks to my master's excellent teaching."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng smacked his lips and said, "I have a feeling that what you said is a bit like you're indirectly criticizing this old Taoist for not being able to teach his disciples."

Then, without waiting for Gu Shaoan's response, Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan before saying to Miejue, "You have a good eye for disciples."

Yang Yan, seeing Zhang Sanfeng for the first time, never expected that the world-renowned Wudang Master Zhang would be so carefree and easygoing when interacting with others.

In Yang Yan's eyes, they were like the old镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) she met when she was on a镖师 journey, with a bit of the uninhibited and chivalrous spirit of the江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world).

Gu Shaoan was not surprised.

In terms of background, Zhang Sanfeng had no powerful connections.

I've gotten this far entirely through my own efforts.

Originally rising from humble beginnings, they naturally possess the free-spiritedness and temperament unique to those from the martial arts world.

Otherwise, why would they have done something like the Jiazi Demon Extermination?
If he weren't truly genuine, how could he have allowed his disciples to be of such excellent character and exemplary figures of the righteous path?

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Gu Shaoan's gaze fell on Yu Daiyan, who was slumped against the wall inside the room.

Yu Daiyan looks to be in his forties, similar in age to Zhang Songxi.

At first glance, he seemed full of energy, but with Gu Shaoan's medical skills, he could tell from the man's complexion that he had been depressed for a long time and that there were some abnormalities in his liver and gallbladder.

As Gu Shaoan approached, Yu Daiyan clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Junior Nephew Gu."

Gu Shaoan smiled and said, "You're too kind, Third Brother Yu. Wudang and Emei help each other. Since you have the ability, I will naturally not stand idly by in your affairs."

"Please extend your hand, senior."

Yu Daiyan did as instructed and extended his wrist to Gu Shaoan. After placing his fingers on Yu Daiyan's wrist and taking his pulse for about ten breaths, Gu Shaoan grasped Yu Daiyan's leg with his right hand in a loose grip and carefully examined it using the method of palpating bones before withdrawing his hand.

Song Yuanqiao asked, "Nephew Gu, how is it?"

"It's treatable," Gu Shaoan stated his conclusion first.

Upon hearing Gu Shaoan's words, everyone's faces lit up with joy.

Yu Daiyan, who was leaning against the wall on the bed, also looked excited.

Then, Gu Shaoan said, "However, unlike Young Hero Zhang, although Young Hero Zhang's bones are shattered and the meridians around his lumbar vertebrae are broken, it hasn't been long. We can simply reconnect the meridians and reshape the broken bones."

"But it has been more than twenty years since Yu Sanxia broke his bones. Not only are the meridians around the bones broken, but some of them have also atrophied and mixed with the broken bones. If we only treat the bones and do not deal with the problem of the meridians, even if the bones are healed, even if Yu Sanxia can walk with difficulty, his true qi will be difficult to reach his legs in the future, and he will not be able to use his lightness skills."

"Therefore, before treating the bones, we need to use medicine to reshape Yu Sanxia's meridians first, and then reshape the bones."

Zhang Wuji thought for a moment and frowned, saying, "If we use medicine to reshape the meridians, the medicinal properties will inevitably affect the bones as well. If the bones haven't grown back yet, and we reshape the meridians first, then even if the leg bones are reshaped later, won't the meridians still be mixed with the bones?"

Gu Shaoan said, "Therefore, acupuncture is also necessary."

"The method of acupuncture?"

Zhang Wuji frowned, still not understanding Gu Shaoan's treatment method.

At this moment, Yu Daiyan spoke up, "I will follow my nephew Gu's wishes in everything."

Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing to the side, said, "Just tell me what medicine you need. As long as it's available on Wudang Mountain, I'll give it to you. If it's not, I'll find a way."

Drugs capable of reshaping broken bones are already rare, let alone drugs capable of reshaping meridians; they are certainly not something that century-old ginseng or century-old Ganoderma lucidum can achieve.

Gu Shaoan replied, "Master Zhang, there is no need to worry. On the way to Wudang, I have already bought medicine from pharmacies along the way and prepared the medicine needed to treat Yu Sanxia."

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Gu Shaoan with some surprise, then nodded and said, "Then you can make the decision."

"it is good!"

After responding, Gu Shaoan said to Mo Shenggu, "Please trouble Mo Qixia to pour a bowl of hot water and a cup of hot water."

Perhaps having learned from his previous experience treating Zhang Wuji, Mo Shenggu had already prepared water in another room, and the kettle was still on the stove.

After Mo Shenggu placed the water on the small table beside the bed, Gu Shaoan reached into his robe and took out two pill bottles and a packet of medicinal powder.

Just like when he treated Zhang Wuji last time, after preparing the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment, he opened another bottle and took out a pill the size of a broad bean and put it into a water cup.

The elixir dissolves upon contact with water; the water, which was just clear, immediately turns slightly reddish after the elixir dissolves.

Taking the acupuncture kit prepared earlier from Yang Yan, Gu Shaoan quickly raised his right hand and pressed on acupoints on Yu Daiyan's body, sealing Yu Daiyan's internal energy.

"Some pain requires Yu Sanxia to endure it."

“Come on!” Yu Daiyan nodded, then pursed his lips.

Seeing this, Gu Shaoan gently brushed Yu Daiyan's knees with his right hand, as if brushing a flower.

In an instant, Yu Daiyan's body stiffened, his whole body tensed up, and his face visibly flushed red.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and down his cheeks.

The others couldn't detect the problem, but Zhang Sanfeng's five senses were incredibly sharp.

Just as Gu Shaoan swept his hands across the ground, he clearly used force to completely destroy Yu Daiyan's kneecap.

Most importantly, Zhang Sanfeng was certain that Gu Shaoan hadn't used his true energy at all during that brief moment.

Without using his true energy, he was able to crush a person's leg bone with sheer force.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed in surprise, "Making light things seem heavy?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, the group was taken aback, seemingly bewildered by his abrupt statement.

But the next second, Abbess Miejue, who had reacted first, looked at Gu Shaoan with surprise and said, "Shaoan, you have grasped the meaning of 'treating light things as heavy things'?"

In response to the question from the other side of the courtyard, Gu Shaoan smiled and said, "I had a sudden realization yesterday and was fortunate enough to have reached this point."

Having confirmed this with Gu Shaoan, Abbess Miejue's smile deepened.

When Song Yuanqiao realized what was happening, he looked at Gu Shaoan with a look of surprise on his face.

Only Zhang Wuji looked completely bewildered.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng took the initiative to explain: "Lifting heavy objects as if they were light and lifting light objects as if they were heavy are both special techniques in the circulation of qi and energy by martial artists. Once mastered, they can greatly enhance one's strength."

"To put it simply, the former means you can wield a knife weighing two or three hundred pounds with ease, while the latter means you can hit someone with a broken wooden stick, and any casual tap can contain thousands or tens of thousands of pounds of force, and the stick won't break."

Zhang Wuji asked in bewilderment, "To wield a heavy sword weighing two or three hundred pounds as easily as one's own arm, one can do it by circulating one's inner energy or by having enough strength. But how can one casually tap a wooden stick with such force?"

Zhang Sanfeng said, "That's why this is a special technique. I'll tell you more about it later. First, let's see how your third uncle heals your leg."

Zhang Wuji said "Oh," and his gaze returned to Yu Daiyan's legs.

At this moment, dozens of silver needles had been inserted around Yu Daiyan's knees.

As the last silver needle fell, Gu Shaoan's fingertips, like butterflies flitting among flowers, flicked across each of the remaining needles.

Then, everyone noticed that the silver needles inserted around Yu Daiyan's knees were vibrating at a unique frequency.

Suddenly, it was as if dozens of bees had appeared in the room, with a constant buzzing sound.

"This acupuncture technique is quite novel."

Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing to the side, was secretly amazed as he took in Gu Shaoan's acupuncture techniques.

This was clearly the first time I had ever seen such a peculiar method of using needles.

Just as the silver needles around Yu Daiyan's knees trembled, Gu Shaoan moved his right hand, and the slightly reddish liquid in the cup of water mixed with pills was drawn up by a special force.

As the medicine approached Yu Daiyan, it split into dozens of fine, hair-like streams that fell onto the ends of the silver needles.

"Condensing qi into threads, what a superb skill."

Witnessing this miraculous scene, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but praise it.

The others also turned their gazes to the split tributaries in the sky, their eyes filled with surprise.

Even Zhang Sanfeng looked at Gu Shaoan with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It seemed that no one expected that Gu Shaoan, at his age, would have such refined control over his own true essence.

Soon, to everyone's surprise, when the medicine that Gu Shaoan had divided into tributaries fell to the ends of the silver needles, the medicine did not slide down Yu Daiyan's knees. Instead, the vibrations of the silver needles delivered the medicine into Yu Daiyan's body.

During the process, Gu Shaoan would occasionally flick his fingers to maintain the vibration of the silver needles.

After these medicines entered his body, with the help of the medicine and the acupuncture, Yu Daiyan felt the pain when his kneecap was crushed was slightly reduced, and instead, he felt a slight itch on the inside of his knee.

It felt like something was growing and wriggling inside the bones.

A quarter of an hour later, as all the medicine in the cup had entered Yu Daiyan's body through the silver needles, Gu Shaoan injected his true essence into Yu Daiyan's knee and couldn't help but nod to himself.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Shaoan lightly flipped his right hand, and a special force directly pulled out the silver needles stuck around Yu Daiyan's leg bone, which fell into Gu Shaoan's hand.

Placing the silver needles in the acupuncture kit, Gu Shaoan channeled his energy into his hands, using a special finger technique and force to move Yu Daiyan's newly grown meridians to their proper positions, then gathered his bones together, and finally covered them with his true energy.

"Alright, please have Mo Qixia apply the ointment to Yu Sanxia's knees."

Upon hearing Gu Shaoan's words, Mo Shenggu subconsciously stepped forward, but after taking two steps, he stared at Gu Shaoan in astonishment.

"This, is this good?"

Gu Shaoan nodded and said, "The medicine I use is special. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, it is enough to reshape the meridians around Yu Sanxia's knee. Now that the broken bones have gathered together, all that is needed is to use this ointment to reshape the bones."

You should know that the pill that Gu Shaoan just added to that cup of water was no ordinary medicine.

It is a special medicine made by mixing with cardamom.

As a holy medicine for healing wounds, Tianxiang Doukou has the most unique medicinal effects.

Reshaping the meridians is a piece of cake.

It's even a bit of a waste of talent.

If Gu Shaoan didn't have so many Tianxiang cardamom pods, he wouldn't have been so extravagant as to use them.

　The next chapter might be a little late, probably around midnight!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)