Chapter 3

The young man's expression suddenly changed, and his hand quickly reached for his waist, but was stopped by a look from the old man. Although he felt that this young man was not simple, he did not detect any malice from him. Moreover, he was quite confident in himself, believing that not just anyone could harm him.

"You are injured?"

Qin Xuan's first words as he approached left both of them stunned, especially the young man, whose face darkened.

Even with the old man's restraint, he still suppressed his anger and said, "Watch your words. Do you not know what it means to respect the elderly?"

Respect the elderly?

Qin Xuan glanced at the young man with a hint of amusement and ignored him.

Talking about respecting the elderly in front of the Green Emperor of the Immortal Realm? Those who have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years would not dare to talk about respecting the elderly in front of him.

"How did you know?" The old man was taken aback, looking at Qin Xuan with a sense of disbelief.

He was well aware of his injuries, but even the best hospitals in various provinces could not diagnose them. It was only his old friend, using ancient Chinese medicine, who discovered the issue. This young man in front of him could see it at a glance?

The old man's memory was still good, and he was certain that this was the first time he had met the young man.

"I can see it!" Qin Xuan smiled faintly and said casually, "I can help you heal your injuries."

As he spoke, Qin Xuan extended his hand to the old man, wanting to examine him.

"Ridiculous!"

The young man's expression changed immediately. The old man's identity was too important to allow any mishaps. Moreover, this young man was highly suspicious, and he immediately moved to stop him.

"Get lost!"

Qin Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he glanced coldly at the young man, his inner power trembling slightly.

In an instant, the young man felt as if his hand had hit a steel plate, and a terrifying counterforce pushed him back several steps. The strength he had honed over years of military training seemed to vanish.

"Xiao Yi!" The old man called out, a glint of sharpness in his eyes, stopping the young man.

Xiao Yi's face was extremely pale, and the intense pain in his hand made his arm tremble. Only the old man knew that this young man was not an ordinary person and was not someone Xiao Yi could handle.

Is this boy a martial artist?

The old man was extremely surprised. Looking at Qin Xuan's age, he was no more than seventeen, with a youthful appearance, yet he had easily pushed Xiao Yi back with a single movement.

"Perhaps this boy is about to cultivate inner strength?" The old man's heart trembled. To be so young and almost cultivate inner strength, could this boy be a genius from one of the prominent families in Jing Shui City?

Qin Xuan continued to extend his hand to the old man's arm, gently lifting it and placing it on the meridians of his wrist. His actions were filled with an undeniable dominance, not caring whether the old man was willing or not.

Those whom the Green Emperor of the Immortal Realm wanted to kill, no one could stop. Even those he wanted to save, could others interfere?

This was the dominance Qin Xuan had cultivated over thousands of years, and it would not change easily.

His inner power traced the meridians, finding the root of the old man's hidden injuries, and he smiled faintly.

Although the old man was also a cultivator, the energy in his body was too weak compared to the inner power in Qin Xuan's body, like a stream compared to a river.

"Several of your meridians are damaged, causing your qi to flow improperly, often resulting in a stabbing pain. Due to the damaged meridians, the qi and blood in your kidneys are imbalanced, leading to chronic illness over time." Qin Xuan said calmly, his inner power gently nurturing the damaged meridians. "I have already given you a preliminary treatment. I will give you a prescription for some herbs, and I can help you refine some pills to completely heal your internal injuries."

"What?"

The old man was extremely shocked. The young man's words were almost identical to what his old friend had said. The only difference was that this young man was confident he could cure the injuries, while his old friend could only prescribe temporary relief. This was the difference between treating the symptoms and the root cause, and even with the old man's status, he found it hard to believe.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Would I lie to you?" Qin Xuan countered, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

The old man was momentarily stunned by Qin Xuan's tone. Despite the young man's age, his words were so arrogant. However, Qin Xuan's performance made him somewhat convinced, especially the deep and unfathomable inner strength he had felt.

Is this young man an inner strength expert?

Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, the old man took an old pen from his chest and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Yi, get some paper!"

"Old Master Mo, he might be a fraud. You mustn't believe him..." Xiao Yi was very anxious and was about to draw a gun from his waist.

Qin Xuan noticed this and was somewhat surprised. The old man's companion actually carried a gun? It seemed the old man's identity was indeed extraordinary, but so what?

He acted as if he had not seen it, instead smiling, thinking that such a suspicious person would be even better.

"I told you to get the paper!" Old Master Mo turned around, seeing Xiao Yi's actions, and became angry. "You must not be disrespectful to this gentleman."

Although Xiao Yi was reluctant, he immediately turned and quickly walked to the Audi outside the lake.

Old Master Mo gazed at Qin Xuan. No matter how young this young man was, the inner strength he had felt in his body was so profound, causing a storm of thoughts in his mind. He asked with a hint of reverence, "May I ask for your name, sir?"

"Qin Xuan!"

Old Master Mo thought for a moment but found no Qin family in Jing Shui City, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Soon, Xiao Yi brought the paper, and Qin Xuan wrote down some common Chinese herbs based on his memory. Although they were just ordinary herbs, after his refinement, healing the old man's internal injuries would not be difficult.

"Contact me after you get the herbs." After some thought, Qin Xuan also wrote down his phone number.

He still had things he wanted to ask the old man to gauge his own strength among Earth's cultivators. Then, Qin Xuan planned to leave.

"At this hour, there are no vehicles outside. Why don't I give you a ride?" Old Master Mo's eyes flashed with a glint, and he spoke.

"Sure!"

Qin Xuan accepted it calmly, sitting in the old man's original seat with a composed demeanor.

After Qin Xuan left, Old Master Mo sat in the car, staring at Qin Xuan's youthful back, unable to speak for a long time. This boy was terrifyingly young, already a martial artist with inner strength, and not a disciple of any prominent family in Jing Shui City.

Who is he?

"Old Master Mo, with your status, how can you believe such an unknown person?" Xiao Yi was very confused. He knew the old man's status, a person whose influence could shake an entire province, yet he treated this young man so respectfully, even personally seeing him off, something he would not do even for the mayor of a city.

Old Master Mo looked at the ordinary, somewhat old residential building, his aged eyes calmly glancing at Xiao Yi, and sighed, "I have not returned for ten years, and I did not expect Jing Shui City to have such a person. Xiao Yi, remember this."

"Do not underestimate the waters of a small pond; even in shallow waters, there may be a hidden dragon."