Chapter 6

"Good!"

Mo Qinglian's expression was cold, "I want to see how many of my moves you can block!"

Mo Zhengfeng did not stop her. He looked at Qin Xuan, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Had he never doubted Qin Xuan's intentions? After all, Qin Xuan was too young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, and yet he possessed extraordinary skills?

No one knew his injuries better than he did. Even martial arts masters were at a loss, yet Qin Xuan confidently claimed he could heal him.

Moreover, at Qin Xuan's age, becoming an internal strength martial artist was simply impossible.

He had his doubts, but he did not voice them.

This was where Mo Zhengfeng's experience and wisdom came into play. He was not afraid that Qin Xuan would harm him. As the head of the Mo family, if anything happened to him, even a martial arts grandmaster would pay a heavy price, let alone a young man like Qin Xuan.

Mo Qinglian's arrival was just what Mo Zhengfeng needed to see Qin Xuan's abilities.

Qin Xuan smiled but said nothing. He had long seen through Mo Zhengfeng's thoughts, but he did not care.

"Get ready, or you'll end up crying when I hit you!" Mo Qinglian gritted her teeth.

"Do you always talk so much?" Qin Xuan said calmly.

"Brat!"

Mo Qinglian shouted, charging at Qin Xuan like a leopard.

Her palms were like knives, slicing through the air toward Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan smiled slightly, his feet rooted to the ground, and his body tilted.

Her palm missed, and Mo Qinglian's expression changed. She swept her arm, aiming for Qin Xuan's neck.

Bang!

A dull sound echoed, and Mo Qinglian's face turned slightly pale. She felt a sharp pain in her palm, as if she had struck steel.

Qin Xuan's palm blocked hers, and he smiled faintly, "Is this all you've got?"

"Not much!"

He shook his arm, and a powerful aura burst forth. Mo Qinglian's expression changed drastically, and she took several steps back, looking at Qin Xuan with shock and suspicion.

She had only seen such an aura from her master, and even then, it was not as strong.

How could this be? How old is this boy?

Mo Qinglian was stunned and no longer dared to underestimate him.

"Don't talk big, prove it first!" Mo Qinglian gritted her teeth.

"Defeat you?" Qin Xuan smiled calmly, "Just one finger will do."

Qin Xuan moved, extending his index finger. Instantly, a flash of lightning seemed to pass over his finger.

At that moment, his frail body felt as heavy as a mountain, and his presence as powerful as a thunder god.

"Be careful!"

Mo Zhengfeng's expression changed, and he shouted.

Mo Qinglian was even more stunned. She felt as if she was not facing a person but a deity.

The finger, like a pillar of heaven, grew larger in her eyes.

When she reacted, she felt a tingling sensation in her chest, and her whole body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

Qin Xuan stood before her, looking down.

"Do you admit defeat?"

Mo Zhengfeng and Mo Yunyi were utterly shocked, staring at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

A scorch mark on Mo Qinglian's chest was glaringly obvious, like a hammer striking their hearts.

They understood that Qin Xuan had held back; otherwise, that finger would have pierced her heart.

"Mr. Qin, please show mercy!"

Mo Zhengfeng hurried forward, his face full of respect.

That finger was truly terrifying; even he could not have blocked it.

He finally understood how terrifying this young man was. Even among internal strength martial artists, he was a master.

Mo Qinglian was even more stunned. She quickly recovered, struggling to stand, feeling ashamed and wishing she could find a hole to hide in.

She had mocked him multiple times, but Qin Xuan defeated her with just one finger.

The gap was too great. If he had not held back, she would not be alive now.

Touching the small hole on her chest, Mo Qinglian finally realized that this young man was far beyond her imagination. If her master were here, perhaps there would be a chance.

Mo Qinglian bit her lip, stood up, and said softly, "Mo Qinglian... admits defeat!"

How could she not admit it? How could she dare not?

Qin Xuan smiled, standing with his hands behind his back, his spiritual energy returning to his dantian.

"Now, do you believe me?"

Qin Xuan said with a half-smile.

"Believe, Mr. Qin is extraordinary, how could I not believe?" Mo Zhengfeng hurriedly said, helping Mo Qinglian sit down and then bowing, "I entrust my injuries to Mr. Qin!"

As the head of the Mo family, bowing to a young man would shock many powerful figures in Linhai.

But now, this bow was given with genuine respect.

He lifted the medicine bowl and drank it in one go. Instantly, his face turned red, and he felt a burning sensation in his abdomen, as if a fire was burning inside.

"Sit in a meditative posture!"

A voice from behind commanded, and Mo Zhengfeng immediately sat down.

The burning sensation in his body suddenly turned cool, as if a hand was pressing on his back. The cool force spread through his meridians, finally stopping at his kidneys before disappearing.

When Mo Zhengfeng opened his eyes, he felt like shouting to the sky. His meridians were now wider, and his strength had even improved.

"This..."

Mo Zhengfeng was stunned by the changes in his body.

He suddenly reacted, looking at Qin Xuan, "Mr. Qin's great kindness, Mo Zhengfeng will never forget!"

This injury had troubled him for decades, and now it was finally healed. Mo Zhengfeng was extremely excited.

"No need!"

Qin Xuan smiled, "You need to rest for a few days to fully recover!"

Then, Qin Xuan thought of something, his brows furrowing slightly, "However, when I was healing you, I noticed that your cultivation technique is incomplete and seems to have flaws!"

"Mr. Qin knows?" Mo Zhengfeng was stunned. He had obtained this technique by chance, and it was already a fragment.

Otherwise, he would not have let Mo Qinglian study under other internal strength martial artists.

"I will help you complete it when I have time," Qin Xuan smiled. For him, it was a simple task.

At this moment, Mo Zhengfeng was even more excited.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin!"

"From now on, if Mr. Qin needs anything, Mo Zhengfeng will do anything, no matter the cost!"

Qin Xuan smiled, waving his hand, "I don't need your family to do anything for me!"

He gestured for Mo Zhengfeng to sit down and asked about the current cultivation levels on Earth.

China has a long history of martial arts, and there are also Buddhist and Taoist practices. Currently, martial artists are divided into four levels:

Internal Strength, Internal Power, Innate, and Earth Immortal.

Earth Immortal means a god on earth, with a long lifespan and incredible abilities. It is said that there is another level above Earth Immortal, but Mo Zhengfeng did not know.

"I see!"

Qin Xuan smiled softly. His current low-level qi cultivation was already at the Internal Strength level in Mo Zhengfeng's eyes. Not to mention the countless abilities in his mind, if he broke through to the mid-level, he would be considered an Internal Power martial artist, and the Earth Immortal level would be equivalent to the Golden Core stage.

After a brief discussion, Qin Xuan stepped away. Mo Zhengfeng wanted to see him off personally, but Qin Xuan refused.

He wanted to go to Mingxin Lake, which was not far from here, so there was no need for a farewell.

Mo Zhengfeng watched Qin Xuan's back and said to Mo Yunyi and Mo Qinglian, "Now you understand what it means to have a dragon in a shallow pond, right?"

The two were silent, nodding forcefully.

They finally understood that there are always people better than you and places higher than where you are. In this small city, there could be such a person.

Even in all of Linhai, this person would be an unparalleled genius!