Only I Have the Law: A Realistic Cultivation Game

Chapter 72 I'm Here to Challenge! (Please Subscribe) (2/10)

The next day, at five o'clock in the morning.

Xu Zhiyi was woken up by her biological clock on time.

He went to the park to collect dew as usual.

The early mornings in early October already carried a hint of coolness.

After collecting the dew, he made a special detour to the small square on the east side of the park.

At this time, twenty or thirty people had gathered in the small square, most of them elderly people with gray hair, wearing loose exercise clothes, slowly practicing the famous moves.

Looking into the distance, Xu Zhiyi saw them lined up in neat squares, practicing Changchun Gong meticulously. Their movements were slow and synchronized, very similar to Tai Chi, and at first glance, they resembled a school exercise routine.

However, the person leading the exercises was not "Master Ma," but a young man in a white training uniform. He was not tall, had a small mustache, and was facing away from the crowd, leading everyone in practicing the exercises move by move.

It seems Master Ma really didn't come today.

Xu Zhiyi was about to leave when she suddenly noticed a young man standing in the grove of trees in the distance.

The man was in his twenties, of medium height, but very strong. He was wearing a black hoodie and holding a phone in his hand, filming the group of elderly people practicing martial arts while talking to himself.

Xu Zhiyi had just seen this scene the day before yesterday.

It was almost exactly the same as when Zhang Ming was live streaming.

Xu Zhiyi's hearing is far beyond that of ordinary people. Even though they were more than ten meters apart and there was music playing nearby, he could still clearly hear what the young man was saying if he listened carefully.

"Brothers, I'm in Jincheng Park in Wuxi right now—last night a fan said there's a master here teaching some kind of Changchun Gong (a type of qigong), let's come and see if he's a fake master or a real fraud!"

Could this person be the "Madman of Tin City"?

Xu Zhiyi's heart stirred.

He took out his phone, opened Douyin (TikTok), and searched for "Xicheng Kuangren" (锡城狂人). Sure enough, he saw that the other person was live streaming, and there were already several hundred people watching the live stream.

This guy is really proactive!

I just told him last night, and he rushed over early this morning.

Think about it too.

In this internet age, information spreads at an absurdly fast speed; a trending event can easily create a superstar with millions of followers.

Since the "Madman of Wuxi" wants to become famous through exposing counterfeits, he certainly won't miss such a good opportunity.

At this moment, the "Madman of Wuxi" also saw Xu Zhiyi approaching and hurriedly greeted him warmly: "Brother, are you here to practice martial arts too? I heard there's a Master Ma here, do you know him?"

Xu Zhiyi pretended not to know him and calmly shook her head: "I was just passing by."

"The Madman of Xicheng" gave a somewhat disappointed "Oh".

Xu Zhiyi changed the subject, "But I have heard of Master Ma that you mentioned."

"Oh?"

"Xicheng Madman"'s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "I specialize in live-streaming to expose fake news. My Douyin ID is Xicheng Madman. Recently, I heard from fans that there's a Master Ma in Jincheng Park who's really good at kung fu. He's almost ninety years old and can easily subdue three or five young people. Is that true?"

"I'm not too sure about that." Xu Zhiyi shook her head and said seriously, "But if you want to see Master Ma, you can come back tomorrow morning. He usually only comes here on Fridays."

"Tomorrow morning, right? Okay, thanks!"

"The Madman of Xicheng" thanked them, then raised his phone to chat with the viewers in the live stream, patting his chest and saying that he would ask someone about the situation later.

If the news is true, he will go live on time tomorrow morning and expose the true face of "Master Ma" to the public!

Hearing this, Xu Zhiyi nodded in satisfaction.

Looks like there's going to be a good show tomorrow.

The day passed quickly.

The next morning, Xu Zhiyi went to the park square again.

He finally met the legendary "Master Ma".

Master Ma certainly has a handsome appearance.

His beard and hair were silvery white, his complexion was ruddy, his eyes were clear and bright, and he spoke with a strong voice and a loud tone. Every move he made exuded an air of otherworldly elegance.

If Xu Zhiyi hadn't seen the ingredients of that Changchun tea with her own eyes, she probably would have thought he was a truly accomplished hermit.

At the edge of the square, a long table covered with yellow silk cloth had been set up, and next to it stood a roll-up banner with a large photo of Master Ma and a list of titles:

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Lay disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, inheritor of Taoist medicine, expert in traditional Chinese medicine and health preservation, tenth-generation inheritor of Changchun Gong, etc.

After finishing a set of Changchun Kung Fu, Master Ma stopped and stood still, calmly surveying the group with a smile: "Everyone, that concludes today's lesson."

The weather has turned cooler recently, so please remember to drink plenty of warm water when you get home, and wear extra layers in the mornings and evenings to avoid catching a cold.

"Thank you, Master Ma!"

The elderly people gathered around, their attitudes very respectful.

Master Ma waved his hand and, surrounded by several disciples, walked to the long table and sat down.

At this moment, a pulse pillow, writing brush, ink, a stack of prescription papers, and boxes of packaged Changchun tea were already laid out on the table.

"Come, come, come! My master is here again today to provide free medical consultations!"

A middle-aged disciple in a gray training uniform called out loudly, "Anyone feeling unwell lately can have my master take a look, it's completely free!"

In fact, he didn't even need to shout; many elderly people had already gathered around.

So Master Ma's disciples stepped forward to maintain order, allowing the elderly to line up and come forward one by one.

Master Ma sat behind the table, taking each of their pulses one by one, using every method of observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. His manner was even more professional than that of the senior experts at the Chinese medicine hospital.

"Your liver fire is too strong. You should worry less on a daily basis. Your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Yes, eat and drink when you should. Be willing to spend money on yourself and don't always think about saving."

"Your back pain is a chronic problem; you'll need to take it slowly and manage it."

"Your blood pressure is a bit high. Have you taken your blood pressure medication on time?"

"You have a deficiency of spleen and stomach, and a deficiency of both qi and blood. I will prescribe a formula for you. Go back and take care of it for a period of time, along with Changchun tea. Take one packet every morning, brew it with boiling water, and drink it on an empty stomach. One course of treatment is three months. By then, your chronic stomach problem will be at least 70% better."

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The elderly men and women took the prescriptions, thanked Master Ma repeatedly, and then got up to go to the side to pay for tea.

Two thousand eight hundred for one box!

These elderly people basically didn't even blink before scanning the code to pay. Some even bought several boxes at once, leaving happily carrying them like precious treasures.

Xu Zhiyi shook her head as she watched.

These old men and women are so abstract.

They can fight tooth and nail for eggs at the supermarket for a few cents or a few dimes, or they can spend thousands or tens of thousands of dollars to buy Changchun tea!

Of course, this is also because Master Ma is indeed quite skilled. He at least knows some basic Chinese medicine, and he can match most of the symptoms he describes. Coupled with his otherworldly appearance, it's incredibly easy for him to fool these elderly people who yearn for health.

Moreover, Master Ma first led everyone to exercise and practice every morning under the guise of teaching Changchun Gong. After such a long period of brainwashing, the elderly people already trusted him completely, so of course they would willingly spend money to buy tea.

Just as the free clinic was in full swing, a commotion suddenly broke out on the outskirts of the crowd.

Xu Zhiyi turned her head and saw the "Madman of Xicheng" she had met yesterday leading a group of people striding towards her. Some were carrying fill lights, and others were carrying stabilizers. They were clearly a professional live streaming team.

"Excuse me, please make way!"

"The Madman of Tin City" walked and shouted, his voice very loud.

The elderly people quickly made way for the group of uninvited guests, watching them with curiosity.

"The Madman of Xicheng" walked straight to the long table before being stopped by Master Ma's two disciples.

He didn't force his way in, but simply smiled and looked at Master Ma, asking loudly, "You must be Master Ma, the tenth-generation successor of Changchun Gong?"

Master Ma's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered, his kind and gentle expression returning as he said softly, "Young man, what can I do for you?"

"It's nothing serious."

"The Madman of Xicheng" grinned, looking at Master Ma and said, "I heard you're proficient in the Everlasting Spring Kung Fu, and that three or five ordinary people can't get close to you. I think you're just bragging, so I came here specifically to have a go with you!"

Master Ma's smile vanished completely.

The disciple standing to the side glared at "Madman of Xicheng" with displeasure.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Don't understand? Then I'll say it again."

"The Madman of Wuxi" calmly pointed to himself, then to Master Ma opposite him, and said with a smile, "I'm here to challenge you, or rather, I'm here to kick your place!"