Chapter 4

In a world where martial arts are prevalent, ordinary martial artists can only achieve a strong body and agile movements. However, those with exceptional talent can break through the physical limitations and cultivate qi, known as innate qi! When innate qi permeates the entire body, it transforms one’s physique, making one’s speed and strength several to dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary person. The body becomes as hard as steel, nearly invulnerable to ordinary blades! Such a person is practically a human weapon. No matter how powerful the Mei family is, what can they do?

As long as he is willing, it would not be difficult for him to level the Mei family in a single night.

"Grandfather, you mean he is an innate martial artist?"

Impossible, he is too young!"

Mei Yinxue’s eyes widened.

Under the favorable conditions of the Mei family, Mei Yinxue had visited many masters since childhood and practiced martial arts. She knew that the path of martial arts required gradual progress and accumulation over time. Ji Wufeng is so young; even if he started practicing from the womb, he could not have achieved much! "I have seen powerful martial artists, and they all have a certain aura. The stronger the power, the stronger the aura. This young man has the strongest aura I have ever seen!"

At this point, Mei Aofeng’s eyes became even more excited as he said, "There is also solid evidence: my legs. Apart from the innate qi of an innate martial artist, what other method could unblock my meridians without crippling me?"

Over the years, Mei Aofeng had seen countless doctors to cure his legs, but all of them diagnosed him with blocked meridians. To unblock them might cripple his legs, unless it was the innate qi of an innate martial artist! Among martial artists, those who can cultivate to the innate realm are one in ten thousand, how rare they are!

Even if we find one, what can we do?

At the innate realm, one roams freely in the world, invincible, and anything is within reach. What can a mere influential family in a city do to make such a person act?

"Grandfather, rest assured, no matter what, I will make him cure your legs."

Said Mei Yinxue.

"That is secondary. I am already old, whether I have legs or not doesn’t matter. The key is that I hope you can get close to him."

Mei Aofeng’s eyes gleamed as he said, "I remember he said he is also a student at No. 1 High School and knows you. If you can form a close relationship with him, I can guarantee that the Mei family will have a bright future!"

Because of his extensive experience, Mei Aofeng was very clear about the value of an innate martial artist, which cannot be measured by wealth or power. The strong are respected, an eternal truth. No matter how rich or powerful you are, in the face of absolute strength, you can only bow down! "Grandfather, what should I do now?"

Asked Mei Yinxue.

"Find out his identity immediately. If he needs help, even if it means using all the resources of the Mei family, we must help him. If not, cater to his preferences. Whatever he wants, we will give it to him... at any cost!"

...

In fact, Ji Wufeng is not an innate martial artist at all. It’s just that he is very familiar with the meridians, which is why Mei Aofeng’s legs reacted.

But once his cultivation is restored, how could he be just an innate martial artist?

Not to mention curing Mei Aofeng’s legs, even replacing them would be a matter of a snap of his fingers.

After leaving the hospital, Ji Wufeng rushed to Yanran’s school. From a distance, he saw several yellow-faced women surrounding little Yanran, each holding a child.

Yanran is usually very clean, with a rosy face and big, watery eyes, looking like a little fairy. But now her hair was messy, her clothes had holes, and her face was bruised and scratched.

The other children also had bruised noses and swollen eyes, clearly having just been beaten.

From the situation, it seemed that Yanran had fought with these children and won.

Little Yanran stood alone, while the yellow-faced women, with red faces and necks, scolded her like shrews, spitting and cursing, "Brat, at such a young age, you don’t learn well and actually hit people!"

"Brat, do you think your family is still as rich as before? Your wild mother is about to go bankrupt, and you will soon be back on the streets begging!"

"Brat is a brat, with no manners at all, you deserve to beg on the streets!"

In Ji Wufeng’s memory, Yanran always went to school happily. She said that her classmates and teachers all liked her, praising her for being smart and well-behaved, and as beautiful as a little princess.

However, now she has been reduced to a brat in their eyes.

Besides these yellow-faced women, a sharp-nosed, monkey-faced woman stood nearby, who was Yanran’s teacher, Yu Li. She had visited their home before, praising Yanran as the best student she had ever seen.

But now she stood by, coldly watching, completely indifferent to her former best student, a child of only six or seven years old, being verbally attacked by several women.

All this was because the Ji family was once prosperous, and both teachers and classmates wanted to curry favor with her. The children were initially encouraged by their parents to get close to and please Ji Yanran.

But now that the Ji family is about to go bankrupt, they have warned their children to stay away from the poor Ji Yanran, who has lost her former superiority and become an object of their contempt.

Ji Wufeng was heartbroken and called out, "Yanran."

"Brother..." The little girl lifted her head, saw Ji Wufeng, and immediately ran over, throwing herself into his arms, her mouth pouting as she burst into tears, "Brother, wu wu..."

Ji Wufeng tightly hugged Yanran, his eyes red, and said, "Don’t cry, don’t cry. With your brother here, no one can bully you!"

Seeing Ji Wufeng come, the yellow-faced women immediately surrounded him, screeching, "Good, you are this wild girl’s brother? You came just in time. Look at what she did to my son, come and see for yourself!"

"Yanran, tell your brother, what happened?"

Ji Wufeng asked gently.

Yanran’s mouth pouted, and tears began to fall, as she cried, "Brother, they called me a brat and hit me, so I hit back. Brother, it’s my fault, I won’t fight anymore, please don’t be angry, wu wu... I know it’s wrong, wu wu..."

Even with Ji Wufeng’s strong will, his nose turned sour at this moment. Sometimes verbal attacks are more cruel than physical harm.

The little girl knew she was an adopted orphan, so her heart was much more fragile than that of an ordinary child. It’s easy to imagine how cruel the word "brat" must have been to her.