I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

When Xu Jiayin dragged her tired body out of Cheng Laiyun's room, she saw Xu Zhennan's lonely, desolate, and melancholy figure under the moonlight.

The simultaneous use of calming incense and massage consumes a level of spiritual energy that is beyond the capacity of ordinary people.

"Dad?" Xu Jiayin's voice sounded slightly tired.

"What brings you here?"

Upon hearing this slightly panting voice, Xu Zhennan's fist clenched white under his sleeve.

He stiffly turned his neck and focused his gaze on Xu Jiayin's face.

By the moonlight, he could clearly see the fine beads of sweat on Xu Jiayin's forehead and her flushed face...

The last shred of hope in my heart collapsed.

My molars are almost crushed.

"Who is that kid?"

The five words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Xu Zhennan's face was trembling, but he suppressed his rage in front of his daughter and tried to speak in a calm tone.

"Which kid? What are you talking about?" Xu Jiayin's pretty face was full of confusion.

"You...you still want to hide it!"

Xu Zhennan pointed to the door, his body trembling with anger, and shouted:

"I heard everything just now!!"

Xu Jiayin instinctively stepped forward, covered Xu Zhennan's mouth with her small hand, and whispered:

"Shh~"

"father!"

"Keep your voice down, Cheng Laiyun finally managed to fall asleep."

Xu Zhennan looked incredulous, his mouth agape and his eyes wide open.

"Da da da~"

It was the sound of his teeth chattering.

"This is outrageous!"

"This is outrageous!!"

He even forgot what he was doing, just staring intently at Xu Jiayin, repeating his words over and over again.

Xu Jiayin took a deep breath, her gaze solemn, and looked directly at Xu Zhennan before sighing softly:

"Father, since you heard everything..."

"He must know that this matter is of great importance."

"Please, you must keep this a secret and never let it out. Thank you."

As she spoke, she bowed to Xu Zhennan.

Then he waved and walked towards his room:

"I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to my room to rest."

Xu Zhennan opened his mouth, raised his arm, and pointed at Xu Jiayin's back.

My fingertips were trembling violently.

"You...you..."

"Whoosh!"

He abruptly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the door of a man with phoenix eyes, gritting his teeth as he spoke each word with venom:

"Cheng, come, transport!!"

…………

Today is another sunny day.

have to say.

Ling Ziyun's soothing incense was indeed remarkable.

The next day at noon, Cheng Laiyun woke up and sat up in bed.

He clenched his fist.

Feeling the sunlight streaming into the room through the window, my skin felt warm and comfortable.

"My head still hurts a little, but it's not a problem."

"It's almost completely healed."

"Hmm? The spiritual energy in the Yushu acupoint feels noticeably purer and more responsive..."

Yes, combat is the ladder of human progress.

Cheng Laiyun, stepping out of the room again, was like a warrior facing life.

His gaze was unwavering.

"Next, I'll try to break through to the eighth rank."

"Simultaneously cultivate martial arts."

"what?"

Cheng Laiyun frowned, looking at Ling Ziyun who was busy among the crowd in the courtyard.

"Senior Brother Ling, what's going on?"

Ling Ziyun's expression was solemn at this moment, holding a knife as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand, the blade of which emitted a milky white light.

After hearing Cheng Laiyun's words, she looked up at him, then lowered her head and continued working.

"The people from the Cloth Shop Martial Arts Academy were attacked, and the wounded were brought to me."

As he spoke, he carefully handed over the dagger and began to slice off pieces of the blackened, rotting flesh from the wounded man's chest.

Cheng Laiyun frowned and stared intently at the injured man.

The injured person was unconscious and lay motionless on the ground.

A large black patch covered his chest; it was clearly not a normal injury…

"How did we get attacked?" Cheng Laiyun asked the martial arts master standing to the side, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"It's Laiyun." Those martial arts masters all came from the Martial Arts Academy, so they naturally recognized Cheng Laiyun.

However, in their minds, Cheng Laiyun seemed to have climbed the social ladder by marrying a rich young lady and was no longer cultivating at the Martial Arts Academy.

He's a real pretty boy.

Therefore, his attitude towards him was not very friendly.

A man glanced at him, then lowered his head and said in a muffled voice:

"I don't know. He was the only one from the entire caravan who came back alive."

Cheng Laiyun didn't care about the attitudes of these martial arts masters; he just frowned and stared at the injured man on the ground.

"No, the injured have lost too much blood and energy and urgently need to replenish their vital energy." Ling Ziyun took a deep breath, looked up at the crowd, and said in a solemn voice:

"Bite your fingers and let me see who has a blood type that matches the injured person."

This phrase was unfamiliar to these men.

But in the realm of the extraordinary.

The status of medical practitioners is significantly higher than that of other extraordinary systems.

Therefore, they dared not take these words lightly.

They all bit their fingers until they bled.

Ling Ziyun channeled his spiritual energy into his pupils, and a white light completely enveloped his eyes.

A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he dared not wipe it away, observing the blood flowing from the hands of each of the men.

Cheng Laiyun was astonished.

Could this kid really be a genius?

You've already mastered blood type identification so quickly?

A moment later, Ling Ziyun withdrew his pupil technique and pointed at the crowd:

"Yes, you, you, and you, the three of you stay. The rest of you can leave."

He then took a deep breath and made a cut on the injured man's arm.

At the same time, he stood up and slashed the arms of the three remaining people one by one.

"out!"

Ling Ziyun narrowed his eyes and pointed to the cuts on the arms of the three men.

A white light flew from his fingertip toward the wound.

Subsequently, the blood from the wounds of the three martial artists flowed into the air and floated, converging into blood clumps.

"It needs to be a sterile environment, you know..." Cheng Laiyun tried to remind Ling Ziyun.

But after glancing at the blood mass in the air, he shut his mouth again.

The blood clot was enveloped in spiritual energy, which should be considered a sterile environment...

"That should be enough."

Ling Ziyun saw the ball of blood floating in the air, then used his finger as a guide to draw the blood into the injured person's body on the ground.

Before long, the injured man's originally pale face slowly regained some color.

The previously unstable breathing has become much more stable.

Seeing this, the three martial arts masters became excited:

"A medical practitioner! Just as rumored, capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bone!"

"miracle!"

……

Little did they know, Ling Ziyun was even more excited than they were after doing all this.

He stared intently at the injured man on the ground.

After seeing the injured person gradually recover.

His fists were clenched tightly under his sleeves.

"It's done!!"

"I did it!!"

"Whoosh!" Ling Ziyun suddenly looked up, his eyes gripping Cheng Laiyun like iron clamps.

I was so excited that my body was trembling.

"What are you going to do?" Cheng Laiyun asked warily when he saw Ling Ziyun's actions.

"Bang!" Ling Ziyun gave Cheng Laiyun a big, solid bear hug!

"Junior Brother Cheng!! I did it!! Hahaha!!"

"Just as you said! I can heal the injured without consuming my own life force!!"

"Don't get agitated, speak properly." Cheng Laiyun used a lot of effort to pry Ling Ziyun off him.

This was his first embrace...

"Come on, let's go!" Ling Ziyun's eyes were filled with deep affection, and his voice was as firm as iron.

"From now on, no matter what it is, just ask."

"I, Ling Ziyun, will fight for you in battle!!"

Are they all here to charge into battle?

Is it really that exaggerated?

Cheng Laiyun was momentarily confused when he saw Ling Ziyun's unyielding gaze.

I thought to myself, I didn't do anything...

Then, under Cheng Laiyun's watchful gaze.

Ling Ziyun bowed to Cheng Laiyun with a serious expression and without any perfunctory attitude.

Solemn and dignified.

It is the teacher's courtesy.

He bowed deeply.