Chapter 13

Wang Yue quickly walked out and saw an elderly man with a long beard, dressed in a long robe, exuding a refined aura.

"I assume you must be the famous 'Yan Wang Di' Doctor Xue. Doctor Xue, I have been looking forward to your arrival for a long time. You have finally come," Wang Yue said happily.

As long as Xue Muhua came, there was hope for his father's illness.

Xue Muhua clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, Young Hero Wang. You are one of the top martial artists in today's martial world, and I have been eager to meet you. I did not expect you to be even younger than I imagined."

Wang Yue did not have the slightest aura of a martial artist; he looked more like a boy next door.

If someone who did not know Wang Yue saw him, they would never believe that he was a master comparable to Northern Qiao Feng and Southern Murong.

Wang Yue smiled, "Hehe, Doctor Xue, you flatter me. My appearance is indeed somewhat deceptive, hahaha. But I am not young in real age. Many young men in our village are younger than me, yet they already have several children. Doctor Xue, please come in!"

Wang Yue led Xue Muhua to the hall and had someone serve tea.

"Doctor Xue, I had to search for you all over the martial world this time," Wang Yue said. "My father is ill, and I have consulted many doctors, but none of them could cure his chronic disease. I heard that Doctor Xue's medical skills are divine, so I wanted to ask you to treat my father. Of course, I will not let you treat him for free."

"It is said that Doctor Xue has a rule for treating patients, requiring a martial art in exchange. I am not very talented, but if you can cure my father's illness, I am willing to teach you the entire Neijiaquan technique."

Wang Yue's tone was sincere, and Xue Muhua was moved by his filial piety.

Neijiaquan is a rare skill in the martial world, on par with the Yi Jin Jing and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. For his father, Wang Yue was willing to hand over Neijiaquan. This filial piety was indeed commendable.

Many people in the martial world would scheme and even kill their fellow disciples to obtain high-level martial arts manuals. Compared to them, Wang Yue was far superior.

Xue Muhua nodded, "Since I am here, I will do my best to treat him. However, I have not yet seen your father, so I do not know the extent of his illness. I need to examine him to determine the chances of success."

Xue Muhua did not make any promises. Although Neijiaquan was attractive, this task would not be easy, or Wang Yue would not have paid such a high price.

"I trust Doctor Xue's medical skills," Wang Yue smiled.

Xue Muhua looked outside and suddenly asked, "By the way, Young Hero Wang, I see the layout here. Are you planning to open a martial arts school?"

Wang Yue nodded, "Yes. I plan to teach Neijiaquan. It is a set of skills for both health and combat, and it should not be lost. I hope to pass it down, or I will feel guilty towards the sages of the past."

Xue Muhua was surprised, "But Young Hero Wang, are you not afraid that the skills will spread and cause chaos? If one of your disciples turns out to be a villain like Ding Chunqiu, wouldn't that be a disaster for the martial world?"

Wang Yue smiled, "Martial arts are not the root of chaos. If someone truly wants to cause chaos, they can do so even without martial arts. The root of chaos is the human heart, not martial arts. Besides, in my martial arts school, I will only teach basic skills. To learn deeper techniques, the disciples must have the right character and insight. After all, I do not want to pass my skills to the wrong people."

Xue Muhua, admiringly, said, "I see. The martial world is fortunate to have a master like Young Hero Wang."

Wang Yue shook his head and smiled, "Actually, I am not a person of the martial world. If not necessary, I would not involve myself. However, where there are people, there are disputes, and where there are disputes, there is the martial world. So, people are the martial world. Even if I do not want to involve myself, I may not have a choice. Well, Doctor Xue, let's go see my father."

Xue Muhua nodded, "Alright."

...

Wang Yue led Xue Muhua back to Wang Family Village. When Doctor Xue saw Wang Danhe, his expression turned serious.

"Doctor Xue, how is my father?" Wang Yue asked.

Doctor Xue said, "I need to diagnose him thoroughly to give a conclusion."

After feeling his pulse for a while, Xue Muhua said to Wang Yue, "Young Hero Wang, your father not only has insufficient innate yang energy but also suffers from many chronic illnesses due to years of hard work. It is quite complicated. If it weren't for the good food he has had in recent years and your efforts to unblock his meridians and blood flow, he might have passed away long ago."

Wang Yue nodded, "Doctor Xue is right. My father has indeed had a hard life in recent years. Is there any way to cure him?"

Doctor Xue said, "It is not impossible to cure your father. We just need Ziyang Bamboo and Eight-Angled Blood Centipede as medicine."

Wang Yue frowned, "Ziyang Bamboo? Eight-Angled Blood Centipede? Where can we find these?"

Xue Muhua sighed, "Ziyang Bamboo has not been discovered for three hundred years. The Eight-Angled Blood Centipede is also a rare creature. To catch it, we need the Divine Wood Cauldron of my sect. However, the Divine Wood Cauldron..."

The Divine Wood Cauldron was stolen by the traitor Ding Chunqiu of the Free and Easy Sect decades ago. To find the Divine Wood Cauldron, we need to deal with Ding Chunqiu.

Wang Yue thought for a moment and said, "Doctor Xue, please draw the pictures of these two ingredients. I will do my best to find them. I believe I can find them. Since Ziyang Bamboo and Eight-Angled Blood Centipede are not mythical, they must exist in reality. No matter what, I will find them."

Wang Yue was particularly worried about the Ziyang Bamboo, which had not appeared for three hundred years and might have become extinct.

However, the Eight-Angled Blood Centipede could be found with the Divine Wood Cauldron. Soon, Azi would bring the Divine Wood Cauldron back to the Central Plains, and Wang Yue would not need to go to Xingxiu Sea to find Ding Chunqiu.

Xue Muhua nodded, "Yes, with Young Hero Wang's martial skills, you can go to most dangerous places in the world. I believe you can find these two ingredients. However, you must act quickly. With my skills, I can only keep your father alive for six years."

"Six years?" Wang Yue nodded, "Alright, I will find the Ziyang Bamboo and Eight-Angled Blood Centipede within six years."

For ten days, Xue Muhua treated Wang Danhe. When he removed the last silver needle from Wang Danhe, he let out a long breath.

At the entrance of Wang Family Village.

Xue Muhua, carrying his medical tools, said to Wang Yue, "Young Hero Wang, I have treated your father to the best of my ability. I hope you can find the Ziyang Bamboo and Eight-Angled Blood Centipede as soon as possible. If you can find them within six years, come to Qingfeng Town to find me."

In other words, if you do not find them within six years, do not come to him, as he would be helpless.

Wang Yue nodded, "Doctor Xue, rest assured. I will remember this."

Wang Yue took out a small book, "Doctor Xue, this is the Taijiquan manual, which clearly records the cultivation methods of Mingjing and Anjing. If you practice it successfully, your skills will not be inferior to a first-class martial artist."

Muyan Fu was surprised. He thought that since he had not cured Wang Danhe, Wang Yue would not pass on the Neijiaquan technique. Moreover, he did not have the courage to ask for it when leaving.

But now, Wang Yue was offering the Neijiaquan to him.

"This... how can I accept this?" Although Xue Muhua said this, he quickly took the book and clutched it tightly.

He needed the Neijiaquan technique.

"This is what you deserve. Also, here are a thousand taels of silver as your medical fee."

Wang Yue handed the package to Xue Muhua.

Xue Muhua was moved, "Thank you, Young Hero Wang, thank you."

After seeing Xue Muhua off, Wang Yue returned to the village with a heavy heart, thinking, "Ziyang Bamboo, Eight-Angled Blood Centipede. These are like things from a fantasy novel. Where can I find them?"

Aibi saw Wang Yue frowning and comforted him, "Brother Wang Yue, don't worry. You have six years. You will definitely find them. I believe Uncle will be fine."

Wang Yue nodded and smiled, "Aibi, don't worry. I'm fine."

Aibi thought, "How can I help Brother Wang Yue?"

Suddenly, Aibi's eyes lit up, "Miss Yaxue is well-read and must know about Ziyang Bamboo and Eight-Angled Blood Centipede. I will go to her and hope to find the whereabouts of these ingredients."

...

Aibi rowed a small boat to Mantuo Manor.

"Who dares to come to Mantuo Manor?"

A loud voice came from the forest, and five young women rushed out, swords in hand, pointing at Aibi with hostility.

If Aibi had not learned martial arts, she might have been intimidated by their presence. But now, as a Mingjing martial artist, she was a small expert in the martial world and was not afraid of these five young women.

"It's me, Aibi. I want to see Miss Yaxue. Please inform her," Aibi said calmly.

"Oh, it's you! Aibi, you are no longer from Yanziwu. Why are you here? Lady has ordered that no one can see Miss," one of the young women asked.

Aibi said, "Although I have left Mantuo Manor, I am still Miss Yaxue's friend. Since Lady is at home, please inform her that I would like to see her. I believe she will meet me."

"Aibi, since you are no longer from Yanziwu, please come in," Li Qingluo's voice came, "Let her pass."

The five young women sheathed their swords, "Yes, Lady."

...

Aibi met Wang Yuxiang in her bedroom.

"Miss Yaxue," Aibi smiled.

Wang Yuxiang was surprised and happy to see Aibi, "Aibi, you're here, that's great."

Wang Yuxiang put down her book and walked a few steps forward, holding Aibi's hands, "Aibi, do you know? I have been confined by my mother and she does not let me go to Yanziwu. Cousin is in seclusion and cannot come to see me. I haven't seen Cousin for a long time, and staying in the house alone is really boring. Aibi, you came just in time to keep me company."

Aibi smiled, "Miss Yaxue, don't worry. I will come to Mantuo Manor often in the future. Then you won't feel bored."

Aibi and Wang Yuxiang sat by the bed and chatted.

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