Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

Lin Fusheng looked up and saw a girl skipping and hopping over, like a sparrow fluttering its wings.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features and fair skin. It was obvious that she had been pampered since childhood. She wore a light-colored dress with a ribbon bow at the neckline, and her hair was slightly curled, bouncing lightly as she ran.

The girl had a pair of bright, sparkling eyes that held a smile, yet also a touch of spoiled innocence and liveliness.

Upon seeing Mo Feihong, she immediately exclaimed in a sweet voice, "Grandpa! You're finally back! You promised to teach me martial arts, but I've been stuck at the mid-stage of the Stone Skin realm for so long, and I just can't break through! I'm so anxious!"

Seeing this, Mo Feihong's old face immediately broke into a smile, full of affection. "What's the rush? Martial arts cultivation is about letting things take their natural course. When Grandpa has time, I'll definitely give you some proper guidance."

"You always say that..."

The girl pouted and muttered to herself, but didn't press the matter further.

At this moment, Mo Feihong smiled and shook his head, turning to Lin Fusheng: "Fusheng, this is my granddaughter, Mo Yiyi."

He then looked at the girl, his tone becoming more serious: "Yiyi, this is the savior that Grandpa mentioned to you yesterday, Lin Fusheng."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yiyi immediately stopped acting coquettishly.

She released her grandfather, straightened up, and gave Lin Fusheng a proper bow, her voice clear and sincere:

"Brother Lin, thank you so much for saving my grandfather's life. I can't thank you enough. If you ever need any help in the future, just let me know."

This was a very proper and elegant affair.

Lin Fusheng quickly waved his hand: "Miss Mo, you're too kind. It was nothing at all."

Mo Yiyi slightly raised her eyes and quickly glanced at him.

That glance carried a secret, scrutinizing quality.

This boy looked thin and frail, with delicate features, even somewhat thin. How did he manage to save his grandfather in such a dangerous situation?

She was puzzled, but didn't ask any questions. She simply stood obediently beside her grandfather.

The three of them walked into the manor together.

It was already afternoon, and the setting sun cast its golden rays through the gaps in the ginkgo leaves, dappling the ground with its orange-golden light.

Mo Feihong did not stop, and led Lin Fusheng directly through the front yard and into the main hall.

After taking his seat, he turned to his servant and instructed, "Go and fetch Dr. Dong as soon as possible."

The servant acknowledged and withdrew.

Mo Feihong then turned to Lin Fusheng and gestured for him to sit down.

Lin Fusheng took his seat in the guest room, and Mo Yiyi obediently stood behind her grandfather, her hands folded in front of her, as quiet as a lady in a painting. Only her eyes would occasionally steal glances at Lin Fusheng, a curious look flashing across them.

Mo Feihong looked at Lin Fusheng and said with a smile, "Fusheng, you can stay here with me for the time being and don't have to worry about anything. Use all the precious medicinal herbs and nourishing foods you want. There are more in the storeroom when you run out, just ask."

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly earnest: "This old man may not be able to help you with much else, but I'm confident I can help you replenish your qi and blood and strengthen your foundation."

Lin Fusheng felt a warmth in his heart, and then cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you very much, Elder Mo, you are too kind."

"You're welcome."

"If it weren't for your life-risking rescue, this old man would be dead long ago. What's this little thing?"

Mo Feihong waved his hand, then suddenly lowered his voice, a mysterious smile on his face, and said, "By the way, you'd better stay a while longer. I've prepared a surprise for you, one that will be an absolute surprise."

Lin Fusheng was puzzled.

surprise?

Mo Yiyi's eyes also gleamed with doubt as she leaned closer: "Grandpa, what's the surprise?"

"Silly girl, a surprise isn't a surprise if you tell it out loud. Just wait and see."

Mo Yiyi snorted but didn't ask any further questions.

Mo Feihong then looked at her and said, "Yiyi, take Fusheng around the manor for a while and let him get used to the environment. I have many courtyards here, so don't let him get lost."

Mo Yiyi paused, glanced at Lin Fusheng, and replied softly, "Okay, I understand."

Lin Fusheng watched from the side.

This Mo Yiyi seems to have a good temperament and personality.

She has a quirky and mischievous vibe, but at the same time, she doesn't seem arrogant or haughty at all.

Just then, a chubby middle-aged man strode in.

He was neatly dressed, his long gown was ironed, and he wore round-framed glasses. His gaze was gentle and calm.

Mo Feihong immediately stood up and waved, "Dr. Dong, come quickly!"

He stepped aside to let Lin Fusheng pass, and solemnly said, "This is my savior, Lin Fusheng. You must give him a thorough medical examination, especially his martial arts foundation; you mustn't be careless!"

Dr. Dong quickly stepped forward, first bowing to Mo Feihong, then turning to Lin Fusheng with a smile and a nod: "Young Master Lin, my name is Dong Jimin. Please rest assured, I will examine you carefully first."

Dr. Dong gestured for Lin Fusheng to sit on the chair by the window and took out the pulse pillow.

He came here with utmost seriousness.

These days, this is the first time in years that Old Master Mo has ever valued a young man so highly and personally stood by to instruct him to "focus on treatment."

"Mr. Lin, please place your wrist here."

Lin Fusheng did as instructed and properly positioned his wrist.

Just as Dr. Dong was about to take Lin Fusheng's pulse, he noticed that Lin was still wearing his outer garment and said gently, "Young Master Lin, please remove your upper garment to facilitate the diagnosis."

Lin Fusheng was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked at Mo Yiyi, who was standing behind Mo Feihong.

He was a little embarrassed: "Dr. Dong, Miss Mo is still here, so... how about we go somewhere else?"

Mo Yiyi raised her head upon hearing this.

She blinked her bright eyes, a playful smile curving her lips, and teased in a low voice, barely audible to a few, "What, Brother Lin, are you afraid I'll see you?"

Lin Fusheng paused for a moment, then said, "Of course I'm not afraid."

As she spoke, she stopped being coy and reached out to unbutton her clothes.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Mo Yiyi's playful smile gradually froze.

She saw—

The boy's thin, even somewhat frail body was covered with crisscrossing scars.

One layer deep, one layer shallow, one layer new, one layer old.

Some have turned white with smooth edges, indicating they are old wounds that have healed over the years; others still have a light pink tinge, clearly indicating they are new additions this time.

New wounds overlap old wounds, and old wounds cover new scars.

Densely packed, a shocking sight.

The playful glint in Mo Yiyi's eyes faded little by little, replaced by an almost imperceptible emotion.

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

The doubts in my heart have now transformed into something else.

It wasn't curiosity, but rather a bittersweet feeling.

This guy is about the same age as me, yet he's suffered so much.

Dr. Dong remained calm, showing no sign of distress; he had seen this kind of scene many times before.

He placed his finger on Lin Fusheng's pulse point, lowering his eyes to concentrate.

Soon, however, a storm was brewing in his heart.

This pulse is wrong!

He practiced medicine for thirty years and examined the pulses of hundreds of martial artists.

In the early stages, the blood and energy in the stone skin should be like a shallow stream, its bottom clearly visible.

But at this moment, the blood and energy of the young man under my fingertips are clearly flowing like a mighty river!

That powerful, almost overwhelming surge of qi and blood was definitely not what one would expect in the early stages of stone skin formation.

This is clearly the total amount of Qi and Blood at the mid-stage of Stone Skin, or even at the minor completion stage!

But his level of cultivation was clearly only at the initial stage of the Stone Skin realm.

Dr. Dong remained calm and continued his investigation.

He sensed that the boy had numerous hidden injuries, with many tiny cracks in his meridians and his internal organs had also been violently shaken. These were traces left by repeated serious injuries and a lack of proper care.

The foundation is already somewhat unstable; if it is not consolidated in time, it will surely become a major problem in the future.

Yet, despite being a body riddled with wounds, its vital energy and blood were remarkably abundant.

Dr. Dong slowly withdrew his hand.

This young man must have been born with a constitution that is different from ordinary people.

Perhaps it was precisely because of his extraordinary and vigorous blood and energy that he was able to endure one fatal injury after another, crawl out of desperate situations, and escape death.

It wasn't luck.

He's got a tough life.

It has a solid foundation.

He put away the pulse pillow, stood up calmly, and said to Mo Feihong, "Elder Mo, may I speak with you in private?"

Mo Feihong's expression hardened slightly, and he immediately stood up and walked with Dr. Dong to a corner of the hall.

"how?"

Mo Feihong asked in a low voice, his tone revealing undisguised nervousness.

Dr. Dong lowered his voice and spoke quickly: "Elder Mo, Young Master Lin's foundation is indeed damaged. This is due to the cumulative effect of repeated serious injuries and excessive depletion. Long-term malnutrition has already weakened his foundation, and he has not received proper care. If left untreated, it will definitely become a hidden danger within three years, affecting his future breakthrough of the Iron Tendon."

Mo Feihong's face darkened.

"But..." Dr. Dong changed the subject, "His foundation is extremely good, very good. In my thirty years of medical practice, I have never seen anyone with such qi and blood in the early stages of stone skin disease. As long as he takes timely care and nourishes himself with good medicine and food, his foundation can be completely restored to its original state, or even more solid than before."

Mo Feihong's tense expression finally relaxed.

He looked at Dr. Dong solemnly and said, word by word, "Dr. Dong, I don't care what methods you use, how much money you spend, or how expensive the medicine is. At all costs, you must restore his health and prevent any potential problems!"

Dr. Dong's heart skipped a beat, and he solemnly replied, "Don't worry, Dr. Mo, I will do my best."

Mo Feihong nodded, and was about to say something when a servant quietly approached, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a few words.

Mo Feihong frowned slightly after hearing this.

He was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "I understand, you can go now."

The servants withdrew silently.

Mo Feihong turned and walked back into the hall, his face showing some apology: "Fusheng, it's really unfortunate, I have some urgent matters to attend to here, so I can't keep you company."

He looked at Mo Yiyi: "Yiyi, you must treat Fusheng well and not neglect him. Grandpa is entrusting him to you."

Mo Yiyi nodded quickly: "I know, Grandpa, don't worry."

Mo Feihong gave Lin Fusheng a few more instructions before leaving in a hurry.

Only Lin Fusheng and Mo Yiyi remained in the hall.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Just as Mo Yiyi was about to say something, several servants filed in, carrying trays that filled the entire table.

Lin Fusheng looked at the table and saw a dazzling array of bowls, plates, and dishes.

The stewed black-boned chicken soup, the astragalus pigeon soup, the angelica stewed mutton, the red date and longan soup, and the yam and goji berry porridge—each dish is glistening with nourishing oil and steaming hot.

Next to it were several plates of delicate pastries and a dark, black ointment that was clearly made from the finest medicinal herbs.

Lin Fusheng looked at the table and a troubled expression appeared on his face.

Corruption, utter corruption.

It's all medicinal herbs and tonics.

At this rate, I'm afraid I'll have to eat this every day from now on.