A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

This was the first time I'd ever seen Shen Yu so disoriented.

The senior brother in her memory was calm and reserved, never showing his emotions. Why did he suddenly look at Lin Yuqing as if he had seen something shocking? His face turned pale and then red, and he even had difficulty breathing.

"Senior brother, calm down." Ye Feng pushed Lin Yuqing back a step without saying a word, his expression changing slightly. "Her name is Lin Yuqing, the CEO of the Lin Group in Dongyang. I saved her when I came down the mountain."

"President of the Lin Group?" Shen Yumu muttered blankly, then immediately shook his head. "No. I don't care if her identity is real or fake, I just want to ask you, is what she says about the 'yin meridian' in her body true or false?"

He took a deep breath, forcibly calming the turbulent waves in his heart, and stared at Ye Feng with wide eyes: "Junior Brother, in the six months you've been down the mountain, have you tested her pulse? With your true energy?"

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Not only had he tried, but in the past six months, he had also confirmed that Lin Yuqing was "extremely Yin" multiple times. She had also saved him from certain death by virtue of her "thousand-year pure Yin" on several occasions. On the night at Tingtao Pavilion, Zhao Hui even confirmed in person that she was the "true extreme Yin key" to help him overcome his death.

But none of this could be told to a newly arrived "senior brother" who knew nothing about him.

"I've tried," he said casually. "She has an extremely yin constitution. For the past six months, she's been the one who suppressed my hurdle."

"I knew it!" Shen Yu exclaimed, taking a step back. "It really is..."

"Senior brother, what exactly did you figure out?" Ye Feng asked. "What's wrong with her 'yin meridians'?"

Shen Yu's mouth gaped open, as if someone had gripped his throat tightly with unseen hands, forcing him to swallow. "My eyes... ugh..."

This secret was so heavy that no one dared to utter a single word about it.

"I can't say," he said with difficulty. "Master said that this matter concerns her life and death, as well as our Nirvana Mountain. If we speak too soon, it will harm her and you all."

Ye Feng's eyes slowly turned cold. This senior brother was secretive and had a sharp tongue; his veiled words were surprisingly astonishing.

The experiences of the past six months have proven his sinister intentions; one should not completely trust friends who appear out of nowhere.

"Senior brother, you came all this way to find me, saying that Master asked you to protect my safety, but the first thing you did when you looked at me was stare straight at me without saying a word. I don't believe you. How could you lie to me?"

Shen Yu paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile. "Junior Brother, don't you think you've become rather unreliable lately?"

"That's true." Without evidence, no one knows he's an imposter. "Just words are meaningless; who knows I'm not a fake?"

He took two steps back, assumed a fighting stance, and said, "My master always says, 'Whether you believe someone or not, you'll know after a fight.' I use Nirvana Mountain's martial arts. Do you believe me or not? If you acknowledge me as your senior brother, then come and spar with me. Otherwise, if you suspect I'm an imposter, I'll knock you away with one punch!"

Ye Feng squinted.

Ok.

The skills of a master are something others cannot steal or learn. A single move is enough to reveal the truth.

"Ah, excuse me." Ye Feng jumped up in a flash and threw a punch.

That punch, imbued with the most powerful and intense Yang True Qi, was like a thunderclap. Shen Yu neither dodged nor evaded, and unleashed the same punch.

The two streams of true energy collided in mid-air with a loud crack, causing a shockwave that rippled through the air, scattering the pages of books on the table and even spilling water from the teacups. The two men each took a step back, their robes fluttering in the wind.

In that instant, Ye Feng was actually testing the waters. The punch seemed to have used all his strength, but he immediately withdrew two-tenths of his strength when it touched Shen Yu's hand, forcing Shen Yu to play his trump card. However, he was still holding back, on the grounds that the other party was there to see Lin Yuqing. But as soon as they met, he realized that he had worried too much.

This move seemed ordinary, but it contained a thunderous power. Shen Yu felt that the power and true energy of Ye Feng's punch were indeed passed down from Nirvana Mountain. His cultivation was so domineering that it far surpassed Shen Yu's.

This move, however, made Ye Feng feel a little scared. Although his senior brother's kung fu was still the authentic style passed down from Nirvana Mountain, his true qi was far less pure and domineering than his own. After six years apart, Shen Yu's cultivation seemed to have been forcibly consumed by someone holding something, giving him a sense of gloom that was not appropriate for his age.

No! That's impossible!

The cultivation methods of Nirvana Mountain place the greatest emphasis on the foundation. The more one cultivates, the purer and more domineering one becomes, with absolutely no adverse effects. Either something happened to his senior brother in the past six years that damaged his foundation, or the great upheaval more than twenty years ago implicated not only his master but also the entire sect, all of whom suffered heavy losses during that period and have yet to recover. The small bit of joy he felt upon seeing his senior brother was extinguished by a bucket of cold water. The sect was probably not as good as he thought...

Shen Yu's face turned pale instantly upon hearing that punch and impact. He clearly felt that Ye Feng's peak Yang True Qi was incredibly strong and fierce, a pure and domineering pure Yang power that was almost reckless. Even if he were Ye Feng, he probably wouldn't be able to do that.

"Yours..." Shen Yu withdrew his hand, looking at Ye Feng in astonishment, "Junior Brother, how did you cultivate your Peak Yang Body to this level? This isn't something you can achieve through cultivation!"

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.

He Huai-ren, a titan in the medical field, expressed almost the same sentiment. Reaching his level of pure Yang energy is an extremely rare occurrence, something that cannot be achieved by just anyone through cultivation. There must be another reason behind it.

That's what my senior brothers are saying now.

His gaze swept across Ye Feng's face, as if he wanted to get to know this person again.

Suddenly, he remembered another thing from the past.

Sixteen years ago, the master returned from his travels, carrying a baby boy in his arms. The baby boy had a high fever that wouldn't go down and was on the verge of death.

This is Ye Feng.

Everyone thought he was an orphan that his master had picked up on the road, but his master took exceptional care of him, personally feeding him medicine and teaching him kung fu, passing on all the essence of his Dianyang Dao to him.

Nobody really cares about this.

But today, Shen Yu realized he was a step too late and almost let his master get away with it!

When Master brought it back that day, he didn't "find" it; he had already found it beforehand, and with a rare, once-in-a-lifetime physique, he specially brought it back to the mountain to take good care of it...

Master, how many years have you been planning this for?

"Senior brother..."

Two unrelated people from different paths,

One is a leading figure in the medical field, the other is a disciple of Nirvana Mountain.

They all used almost the same phrases: "a once-in-a-millennium event," "definitely not an ordinary person," "there must be a reason behind it"...

How could Ye Feng not think about this?

Is my peak physical condition something I "take for granted" and "born with"?

Or is there something else going on behind the scenes?

"My Midnight Sun outfit?"

He looked at the man in front of him. "What do you know?"