Chapter 98

Although Old Huang spoke casually, Qu Weiguo could tell that Old Huang wanted him to draw a genuine talisman to give to Feng Wenbo as a token of gratitude. He quickly straightened his expression and said, "As long as Doctor Feng doesn't mind, I will certainly draw a talisman for you when I return to the hotel tonight."

Wizards are often called "Jumping Great Immortals" in folk terms. Feng Wenbo's father, besides being a doctor, was also a "Jumping Great Immortal." Originally, Qu Weiguo had high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a particularly tall and thin build, with a face that showed little expression and a particularly sharp gaze. Therefore, whenever Feng Wenbo looked at him, he always felt uneasy. Now, upon hearing that Qu Weiguo's master was also a "Jumping Great Immortal," he suddenly felt much more at ease.

"No, no, my father was also a 'Jumping Great Immortal.' In fact, he was the one who drew that talisman, but he passed away early, and I never learned how to draw talismans," Feng Wenbo waved his hand and said.

"Doctor Feng, your father was also a 'Jumping Great Immortal.' If that talisman was drawn by him, could it be that...?" Qu Weiguo seemed to recall something and quickly got up and walked to the door.

At the door, he looked up at the lintel. He hadn't noticed it earlier, but now, upon closer inspection, although the talisman was old and the characters and patterns were unclear, Qu Weiguo's expression grew increasingly solemn. Finally, he kicked the wall and used the force to leap up, grabbing the lintel and hanging in the air with just that grip.

Throughout the visit, Huang Xiangyi hadn't noticed anything particularly special about Qu Weiguo, except that his face made her feel uneasy. Now, she realized that he had such good skills!

The head of Old Huang's security detail, Zhang Yongjian, was also startled by Qu Weiguo's sudden display of skill. Although he could also achieve this, he couldn't do it so effortlessly.

"Could it be that you are Feng Gaofeng, Uncle Master Feng's son?" After a moment, Qu Weiguo leaped down and walked to Feng Wenbo, his face full of excitement.

"You are?" Feng Wenbo was both surprised and excited to hear Qu Weiguo call out his father's name.

"Has Uncle Master Feng ever mentioned the name Zhuge Xuan to you?" Seeing Feng Wenbo's expression, Qu Weiguo knew he must be Feng Gaofeng's son and became even more excited, his attitude becoming more respectful.

Since Feng Wenbo is Feng Gaofeng's son, he is Qu Weiguo's uncle by seniority.

"He has, he is my Great Uncle Master, but I have never met him. Could it be that you are...?" Feng Wenbo was shaken and said excitedly.

"Exactly, I am his great-granddisciple." Qu Weiguo's expression turned serious, and he knelt down, saying, "Disciple Qu Weiguo greets Uncle Master Feng!"

In a long-standing sect like the Wuxian Sect, respect for teachers and the path is highly valued. Since Feng Wenbo is Qu Weiguo's uncle, he needed to perform a grand ceremony upon their first meeting.

"Quickly, get up, quickly get up." Feng Wenbo hurriedly helped Qu Weiguo up.

"Haha, I never would have thought that Doctor Feng and Weiguo are from the same sect! What a coincidence, what a coincidence!" Old Huang laughed heartily upon learning that Feng Wenbo and Qu Weiguo were from the same sect.

"Yes, I wondered why Uncle Master Feng could diagnose Old Huang's condition so quickly. It turns out he is Uncle Master Feng Gaofeng's descendant. My master once told me that among the generation of our ancestors, Uncle Master Feng was the best in medicine," Qu Weiguo added.

"Speaking of which, it turns out that Doctor Feng and Uncle Li are also fellow disciples!" Huang Xiangyi was a bit confused by the dramatic turn of events.

How could the old man Qinghong, who was clearly a charlatan, be a fellow disciple of Doctor Feng?

The Wuxian Sect is a sect that pursues the path of immortality. Huang Xiangyi didn't know anything about the Wuxian Sect, and even though Old Huang and Qinghong had a good relationship and Old Huang had helped Qinghong during the Cultural Revolution, he only knew that Qinghong belonged to a sect that truly practiced the path of immortality, which had few remaining members after the war and the Cultural Revolution. He knew little else.

"Uncle Master Feng, Uncle Li is my master, Li Qinghong, who now lives in Beijing but spends most of the year traveling. He often talks about the senior masters and wonders if they have any descendants. If he knew I met you today, he would be overjoyed. Unfortunately, he is currently recuperating in Beijing after being injured and should not be disturbed," Qu Weiguo explained, knowing that Feng Wenbo might not know who Huang Xiangyi was referring to.

"Great Uncle Master Zhuge is the eldest disciple of our ancestor, and Master Li is Great Uncle Master Zhuge's eldest disciple. He joined early and is only about ten years younger than my father. I have heard my father mention him, but I have never met him. It turns out he is still alive, but how did he get injured?" Feng Wenbo asked.

"This is my fault. Qinghong helped me with a divination, which led to his injury. He said it was no big deal, but it seems to be quite serious," Old Huang said, taking responsibility.

"Old Huang, actually..." Qu Weiguo was startled by Old Huang's words, realizing he had spoken out of turn.

"Weiguo, you don't need to explain. I understand," Old Huang waved his hand to stop Qu Weiguo.

"How serious is the injury?" Although he had never met Li Qinghong, the bond of being fellow disciples made Feng Wenbo naturally concerned, and he couldn't help but ask.

"This..." Qu Weiguo looked at Old Huang, feeling hesitant.

"Weiguo, why are you still hiding things from me? Besides, your Uncle Master Feng is a skilled doctor. He might have a unique method to help your master recover," Old Huang said, clearly understanding Qu Weiguo's hesitation.

"Yes, Weiguo, just say it. I might not be able to help, but..." Feng Wenbo said.

"Sir, please wait!" Before Feng Wenbo could finish, the head of security, Zhang Yongjian, called out from the door.

Given Old Huang's special status, as his security chief, Zhang Yongjian naturally stood guard at the door while Old Huang was being treated at the Feng residence.

Upon hearing Zhang Yongjian's voice, Feng Wenbo guessed that his senior master had arrived and hurriedly got up to greet him.

Old Huang and the others were curious to see what young man could be worth Feng Wenbo's personal welcome, and Huang Xiangyi was both curious and somewhat displeased, thinking Feng Wenbo was too casual and disrespectful to her father.

As they were curious, they saw Feng Wenbo escorting a young man, who looked no more than twenty, into the room.

Huang Xiangyi couldn't help but frown. Her father was one of the few remaining elders of the Republic. If not for not wanting to draw attention, his security measures would be very strict, and no one could just bring a young man to him. Did they really think he was just an ordinary old man?

Old Huang had no complaints and instead looked at Xia Yunjie with interest.

Xia Yunjie also looked at Old Huang with interest, as if trying to see the difference between the real person and the one on TV. This look made Xia Yunjie feel a chill. He saw a thick aura of killing intent rising from Old Huang, which was more effective than any talisman.

Such a heavy killing intent, indeed, a veteran general who had fought through countless battles, through mountains of corpses and rain of bullets!

"Doctor Feng, who is this young man?" Seeing Xia Yunjie staring at her father, Huang Xiangyi became even more displeased and couldn't help but ask.

"Old Huang, hello. My name is Xia Yunjie. I grew up hearing stories of your heroic deeds. It is a great honor to meet you today," Xia Yunjie glanced at Huang Xiangyi and then bowed deeply to Old Huang.

Xia Yunjie respected Old Huang, not his daughter. Even though she came from a prominent family, he wouldn't go out of his way to flatter her.

"Xia Yunjie, you are surnamed Xia. Could it be that the Xia teacher Doctor Feng mentioned is your grandfather? Why didn't he come?" Old Huang asked, looking at Xia Yunjie with a kind expression.

"Old Huang, you misunderstood. Xia Lao..." Feng Wenbo almost broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that the person in front of him was his senior master, and if Old Huang's understanding were correct, he would be Feng Wenbo's junior.

"The Xia teacher Doctor Feng mentioned is me. I am his senior master," Xia Yunjie interrupted Feng Wenbo, looking at Old Huang.

When greeting Xia Yunjie at the door, Feng Wenbo had quietly explained a few things. With Xia Yunjie's cultivation, he could also sense the witchcraft energy from Qu Weiguo upon entering, so there was no need to hide anything.

"What!" When Xia Yunjie said this, everyone in the room was shocked, including Old Huang, the veteran general.

"Doctor Feng, he is really your senior master? How is that possible? Then he would also be Uncle Li's..." After the shock, Huang Xiangyi asked with a doubtful expression, but she couldn't continue, because if this were true, she would have to call Xia Yunjie "Uncle Master," which she would never do. Even though she had no blood relation to Li Qinghong, the thought of this young man being so senior made her feel very uncomfortable, like swallowing a fly.

Huang Xiangyi was still okay, as she wasn't a disciple of the Wuxian Sect. The most pitiful was Qu Weiguo, who was nearly fifty years old but suddenly had a senior master who looked no more than twenty. As the head of a special department, how could he bear this?

But the order of seniority is a rule passed down by the ancestors. Since Qu Weiguo is a disciple of the Wuxian Sect, he couldn't break this rule unless he wanted to betray his master. If it were confirmed that Xia Yunjie is Feng Wenbo's senior master, he would have to call him "Senior Master."

Even Old Huang felt a bit uncomfortable. After all, he and Li Qinghong had been brothers for years, and now a young man who could be his grandson was actually his senior master. How could he feel comfortable?

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