Martial Arts: My talent multiplier increased

Li Jue's move, ostensibly aimed at Fang Yuan, was actually a slap in the face to the entire Fang family.

Fang Teng turned and glanced at Shoude's letter on the desk. He didn't go downstairs.

at the same time.

Fang Shouan stood behind the window of his study, looking towards the main entrance through the half-drawn curtains.

The Li family mobilized the city guards.

Fang Shou'an wasn't surprised. After the unsigned letter was burned, he knew Li Jue wouldn't stop at the propaganda war. But he didn't expect Li Jue to be so ambitious, skipping commercial tactics and using official power to disrupt things.

This is like holding a knife to the Fang family's neck.

Fang Shou'an did not move.

He won't show up.

An external force has barged into the Fang family's doorstep. Regardless of the final outcome, the situation is already ugly enough. If he goes out now, whether he speaks up for Fang Yuan or kicks him while he's down, he'll get himself involved.

Let Fang Zhengkun have his headache.

Fang Shou'an sat back in his armchair and picked up his teacup.

The tea was cold. He took a sip and didn't change it.

main entrance.

The standoff continued. The Fang family guards had the entrance completely blocked, and the squad leader's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Fang Yuan walked over from the west side of the training ground.

Not too fast, not too slow, with steady steps.

As he walked through the crowd, dozens of eyes were fixed on him. Among the offspring of the collateral branches, some clenched their fists nervously, some took a half step back, and some moved their lips as if they wanted to shout something but dared not utter a sound.

Fang Yuan didn't look at anyone.

He walked to the main gate and stood between the Fang family guards and the city guard squad leader.

People on both sides looked at him at the same time.

The Fang family guards instinctively stepped aside—not to back down, but to make room for their core members.

The squad leader's gaze fell on the black iron token at Fang Yuan's waist, and his pupils contracted slightly.

too young.

Sixteen years old, thin, his figure not yet fully developed. He wore a faded gray cloth shirt, but the black iron token at his waist was polished to a shine.

Just as described in the intelligence report—the Fang family's newly promoted core disciple ranked first in the assessment and crippled the Fourth Elder's son.

The team leader handed over the report materials and medical certificate.

"Fang Yuan? This is a formal complaint against you. Please take a look."

Fang Yuan reached out and took the stack of documents.

He didn't rush to read the contents. He first turned to the last page to see the signature.

The whistleblower's name is Zhang San.

A name so obviously fake it couldn't be more fake.

Fang Yuan's lips twitched slightly, so slightly that those around him couldn't notice.

He flipped back to the first page and quickly browsed the report.

The writing was very neat and the wording was very particular, unlike the tone that an ordinary person would write. "After taking the Qi and Blood Pill made by Fang Yuan, severe poisoning symptoms such as meridian disorder and reverse flow of Qi and blood appeared" - this sentence used two professional terms, but when read together, Fang Yuan immediately felt a sense of incongruity.

Disorders of the meridians. Reversal of Qi and blood flow.

What are these symptoms?

Fang Yuan knew his formula inside and out. Whether it was a powerful pill or a qi and blood pill, it was essentially made by extracting the active ingredients from low-cost medicinal residue and locking in the medicinal properties through processing techniques. If there were any toxic side effects, they would manifest as an inflammatory reaction in the digestive tract—diarrhea, vomiting, and heartburn.

Meridian disorder is a symptom that only occurs when there is a problem with the cultivation of true qi. Reversal of qi and blood is a problem that only martial artists at the Bone Refining Realm or above may encounter.

Ninety percent of the buyers of the medicine he sells are low-level rogue cultivators in the early stages of the Body Refining Realm. These people can't even separate their Qi and blood from their bodies, so how could they have disordered meridians?

Fang Yuan flipped to the attachment. It was a medical certificate, stamped with a red seal.

He looked for two breaths.

The red stamp is the seal of a private medical clinic – "Dr. Wang of Ji'an Hall".

The text was small, but Fang Yuan's doubled comprehension came into full play at this moment. He completed the cross-verification of the entire document within two breaths.

The symptom description does not match the actual pharmacology.

The diagnosis certificate lacks the official verification stamp of the Liangshui City Medical Office.

The whistleblower used a pseudonym.

There are three flaws. Each one can be criticized individually, but when all three are put together, the credibility of this material is practically zero.

Fang Yuan looked up at the squad leader.

The squad leader met his gaze without moving an inch.

"There's a problem with the materials." Fang Yuan handed the documents back.

The squad leader didn't answer.

Whether the materials are problematic or not is not up to you to decide. You just need to cooperate with the investigation.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan was certain—the squad leader had taken the money.

This wasn't a perfunctory, ad-hoc handling of a complaint; it was a pre-scripted operation. The lines were all rehearsed.

Fang Yuan didn't argue with him about this issue.

His peripheral vision swept across both sides of the main entrance.

More and more people gathered to watch.

A row of the host family's sons crowded the corridor, and several heads peeked out from the windows of the flower hall. Fang Cheng and Fang Yong stood on the outermost edge of the crowd, their expressions as if they were watching an extremely exciting village opera.

This is why Li Jue chose to take action during the afternoon training session.

What I want is for everyone in the city to know.

Fang Yuan flipped the report materials to the page with the diagnosis certificate, held it up to chest height with the front facing out.

"This diagnosis comes from Doctor Wang of Ji'an Hall." His voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear in the quiet doorway. "The described symptoms are meridian disorder and reverse flow of qi and blood."

Fang Yuan paused for a moment.

The attention of dozens of people around was completely focused on that piece of paper.

"My medicines are all sold to rogue cultivators in the early stages of the Flesh Refining Realm." Fang Yuan's tone was as flat as if he were reading from an account book. "Those in the Flesh Refining Realm can't even separate their Qi and blood from their bodies, so how can their meridians be disordered? How can their Qi and blood flow in reverse?"

A very soft sneer came from among the onlookers.

He was a disciple from a collateral branch who had taken stance training with Fang Yuan. Although he didn't understand medical principles, anyone who had practiced martial arts knew that "it's impossible for someone in the Flesh Refining Realm to have disordered meridians."

The squad leader's eyebrow twitched.

Fang Yuan didn't give him a chance to refute, and tapped his fingertip on the red stamp.

"Furthermore, according to Liangshui City's rules, reports and diagnoses involving public health require the official medical department's verification stamp to have legal effect. This one only has a stamp from a private clinic."

He closed the document and placed it on the stone platform by the door.

"Squad leader, you're a veteran, you don't need me to remind you of these procedures, do you?"

The squad leader's face tightened even more.

He knew, of course, that the procedure was flawed. But he had been paid five hundred taels of silver, and he had to go through the process no matter what.

"The programming issues can be addressed later. But right now—"

Fang Yuan isn't going anywhere.

A deep, muffled sound came from the direction of the training ground.

The footsteps were heavy.

Fang Yuanshan walked down from the platform, through the parted crowd, and straight to the main entrance.

He didn't quicken his pace, but with each step he took, an invisible pressure permeated the air.

The blood and qi of a mid-stage Bone Refining Realm cultivator surged within his body, hidden yet impossible to ignore. It was like an unsheathed sword resting on a table—the sword wasn't drawn, but everyone knew it could kill.

The bodies of the four city guards simultaneously underwent an extremely subtle change.

He shifted his stance back half an inch.

It wasn't intentional. It was a natural bodily reaction. The blood and qi of the Flesh Refining Realm cultivator were like a stream encountering a dam before the pressure of the mid-stage Bone Refining Realm cultivator. That difference could be felt without even lifting a finger.

The squad leader's hand rested on the hilt of the knife, his knuckles turning white.

Fang Yuanshan stood beside Fang Yuan, facing the city guard squad leader.

He didn't say anything extra, and didn't even look at the stack of documents. He just lowered his eyelids and spoke softly.

"Fang Yuanshan, instructor at the Fang Family Martial Arts School."

The weight of those three words is greater than any official title.

In Liangshui City, Fang Yuanshan wasn't a big shot. But he was the pillar of the Fang family's martial arts hall, having personally trained a third of the Fang family's fighting force over the decades. To harm him was to threaten the foundation of the Fang family.

An unnatural red flush rose on the squad leader's cheekbone.

"Instructor Fang, this is a formal enforcement action by the city guards—"

"For formal enforcement, bring the official documents." Fang Yuanshan's voice wasn't loud, but each word was as heavy as a block of iron striking the ground. "Reports and diagnoses involving public health require the verification stamp of the Liangshui City Official Medical Department. This is a clear provision in Article 9, Section 1 of the Municipal Ordinance."

He finally lifted his eyelids and glanced at the squad leader.

Just one glance.

The squad leader's Adam's apple bobbed.

"The document you have only has a stamp from a private clinic; they've never even set foot inside the medical office. You're using this to arrest someone at the Fang family's?"