From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

The matter of being involved between the pot-fighting and bow-fighting factions—

Forgive him, he's just a doctor! Even though he's in the world, his way of dealing with people can be summed up in four words: go with the flow. He wouldn't dare to gamble on an uncertain future!

Huang Feihong couldn't say anything more about this matter, so he called Lin Shirong and prepared to leave.

"Master!"

Upon hearing that Wong Fei-hung was leaving, Mr. Niu was startled and hurriedly asked, "You're leaving already?"

"if not?"

Huang Feihong said irritably, "I know my own body. My time is almost up. Before my old bones really fall apart, I want to see all my disciples who are still alive before I die, and see how they are doing. That way, I won't have lived in vain."

"what?"

Mr. Niu was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Master, why don't you stay here with me? I have accumulated quite a bit of wealth over the years, enough for you to enjoy your old age in peace."

"Go away! Go away! Go away! I'm not some old codger who needs his apprentice to support him in his old age!"

Wong Fei-hung's face was full of anger, but then he sighed and said, "I'm leaving, no need to see me off. But, I have one more question for you—"

His gaze fell on Prince Zhong.

"Do you hope this child will become a national champion in the future, or do you hope that he will become a national champion under your guidance?"

Mr. Niu hung his head, clenched his fists, and remained silent.

"Master, I will not sever ties with my master!"

Wang Zizhong's gaze was intense.

"You're not even an adult yet, and you have very little experience, so what do you know?"

At this point, Wong Fei-hung sighed again, looked at the silent Mr. Niu, and said with a long sigh, "That's enough. You can teach your own disciple. If I say more, it will only make me seem like I'm meddling. In short, I'm about to die, and no one will be able to take care of you anymore. You'd better take care of yourself."

"Master!"

Mr. Niu looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, and called out, only to see Huang Feihong, supported by Lin Shirong, already leaving the Baozhitang gate and disappearing into the crowd, no longer visible...

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“Mr. Duanmu, Master Liu, and Aunt, since you have no objections, I will take Duanmu Ying with me.”

Inside Jishetang.

Jiang Liu bid farewell to Doctor Duanmu, Master Liu, and Duanmu Ying's mother, preparing to return to Yuhang.

"Why do you say that as if you're going to marry me?" Duanmu Ying teased with a grin, one hand on her hip and the other on Jiang Liu's shoulder.

"Should I write an engagement letter and have all the elders present sign and affix their fingerprints?" Jiang Liu asked seriously.

"Pah! So you bought me from my parents?"

Duanmu Ying shouted loudly.

Seeing the two joking around, Doctor Duanmu and his wife exchanged a glance and suddenly realized that it wouldn't be bad to have Jiang Liu as their son-in-law.

As if sensing their thoughts, Jiang Liu said, "Mr. Duanmu, Master Liu, and Aunt, the doors of the Confucian Association have always been open to you. I also sincerely wish that Jishetang will always uphold the word 'help the world'."

Saving the world...

Doctor Duanmu and Master Liu exchanged a glance, a strange feeling rising in their hearts.

Doctors naturally have the heart to heal the sick and save lives, but to be honest, they have never even left Henan Province. They have spent most of their lives in Luoyang City. Can they really live up to the name of saving lives?

Or perhaps, they are no different from Mr. Niu; he was trapped by the title of master and disciple, while they were confined to this small clinic by the name of "saving the world"...

"So--"

"Goodbye!"

Once Doctor Duanmu regained his senses, Jiang Liu flicked his sleeve and vanished into thin air along with Duanmu Ying, leaving no trace whatsoever. There wasn't even a wisp of wind, as if they had never been there in the first place.

"It's like divine intervention!"

Doctor Duanmu rubbed his eyes and went to the spot where Jiang Liu and Duanmu Ying had been standing. He examined it carefully, but found no trace of them. He was amazed and exclaimed, "Could he have already reached the Profound Realm?"

Tongxuan is another way of saying Tongtian (通天).

Appears without a trace —

He didn't see him, but he witnessed him disappear without a trace.

"That Boss Li called Jiang Liu the Incarnate Buddha, and he wasn't wrong at all."

Master Liu recalled Jiang Liu's eyes, which reflected the stars in the sky and resembled blooming lotuses, when he performed craniotomy on Li Hongyang. He murmured, "The highest realm of Buddhist practice is the emptiness of the five aggregates. He may have reached that, but it is different... In short, from the perspective of a practitioner, calling him 'the present-day Tathagata' is an indisputable fact."

"The Buddha in this world?"

After muttering to himself for a while, Doctor Duanmu suddenly had an idea: "In other words, if my daughter cultivates alongside Jiang Liu, she can at least attain the status of a 'Bodhisattva' in the future?"

Master Liu: "......" Is this how it's supposed to be argued?

the other side.

The river flowed swiftly, covering a thousand miles in an instant, and in a moment it carried Duanmu Ying back to Yuhang.

"You've been to the medical association once, you should know the way, right?"

"What the hell! You can't even show me around Yuhang properly, and you expect me to start working right away? You've already recruited someone, so you're just going to abandon them, huh?"

Duanmu Ying complained.

"How dare you talk to me like that? Sister Mu Ying, you used me as a shield because your parents arranged a marriage for you? I almost got screwed over by you!"

Jiang Liu remained completely calm inside, but his mouth was sharp, cursing, "If I keep you in the dark all this time, am I really going to have to consummate our marriage later?"

"It's not that it's impossible."

Duanmu Ying suddenly smiled, hooked her arm around Jiang Liu's shoulder, and said, "How about we just make do?"

"Cut~"

Jiang Liu shrugged and forcefully shook off Duanmu Ying's arm, saying in a low voice, "Wait until you can refine the six qi into innate primordial qi before you think about chasing me!"

otherwise--

Fifty or sixty years from now, I, the "old lady," will still be as vibrant as ever, while you will be a very old woman in your eighties.

"Oh shit!"

In an instant, Duanmu Ying drew the iron fan from her waist, channeled her Qi through her nine orifices, and poured it into the space between gold and silver. She then dodged towards Jiang Liu with all her might, creating a gust of wind.

But Jiang Liu had already taken a step, shrinking the distance to an inch, and returned to the Ghost Hand Wang Cai Opera Troupe.

"What a scumbag!"

"Since ancient times, it has always been men pursuing women, never women pursuing men."

After putting away the iron fan, the gale subsided. Duanmu Ying snorted coldly, but she wasn't really angry. After cursing a couple of times, she muttered to herself, "However, I really need to work hard on my cultivation in addition to my research in the future, otherwise, in fifty or sixty years, I might really become Jiang Liu's 'grandmother'!"

Back at the Ghost Hand Wang Cai Opera Troupe, Jiang Liu wiped non-existent sweat from his brow. He found Zhang Zhiwei at the construction site near West Lake, intending to check on his work, but instead encountered three old acquaintances…

# Chapter 999 One Observation with the Eye of Dharma Reveals Higher Dimensions!

"It's been a long time, Partridge Whistle."

Those three familiar faces were none other than Partridge Whistle, Old Foreigner, and Flower Spirit.

"President Jiang!"

Upon seeing Jiang Liu, the three of them quickly bypassed Zhang Zhiwei, Gu Qian, and the others, walking over with joy on their faces.

"No need to call me Chairman Jiang. Just call me Brother Jiang as always."

Jiang Liu nodded to Zhang Zhiwei, signaling him to continue his work, and then led the three of them to a nearby pavilion.

Then, he took out a teapot, teacups, and tea leaves from his storage ring, and with a wave of his hand, water molecules in the air spontaneously gathered to form a water mass, which was then poured into the teapot.

Then, flames rose out of thin air, circled the teapot, and completed a full cycle. The water boiled, steam rose, and when the lid was opened, the aroma of tea filled the air.

It wasn't until Jiang Liu poured tea for the three of them and blew on it to dissipate some of the heat that Partridge Whistle came to his senses and exclaimed in amazement, "Brother Jiang, we've only been apart for three or four years, and your cultivation has already reached a state of perfection. I can't see a single thing about it."

"It's just a minor matter, not worth mentioning. Have some tea, have some tea." Jiang Liu picked up his cup with a smile.

The three of them also enjoyed tea:

(^)_and~~

Tea time is over.

Jiang Liu asked, "Sister Hua Ling, have you already found the Muchen Pearl and lifted the red curse on your bodies?"

"The Muchen Pearl has been found..."

Hua Ling's face showed no joy.

"Thanks to your help, Jianghu Xiaozhan sent us the possible location of the Muchen Pearl—the Tomb of King Xian in the Insect Valley of Yunnan. We went through many dangers and found the Muchen Pearl that our ancestors had been searching for. But we have no clue how to break the curse."

The old foreigner sighed and continued, "We went back to our homeland, the Zaglama Mountains, and tried to perform the rituals in front of that bottomless ghost cave as our ancestors had done, but it had no effect."

Is it possible that the long period of time caused problems with the sacrificial ceremony?

Or does lifting the curse require finding the correct way to use the Muchen Pearl?

Jiang Liu was actually well aware that Partridge Whistle and the others had not broken the curse. It wasn't because he had used his divine eye to see it, but because the three of them had abnormal auras that were connected to a much larger aura somewhere in the dark. Moreover, this method of spatial bridging was extremely ingenious, reaching the level of primordial energy.

Even ordinary cultivators who practice Qi cultivation, even those who have reached the highest level, are completely helpless against this unless they truly control the vibrations of the Primordial Chaos.

They can't even perceive it.

"Could you let me take a look at the Muchen Pearl?"

"Give!"

Partridge Whistle trusted Jiang Liu completely and immediately took out a round bead from his pocket. It was jet black, about the size of a chicken egg, looked like iron, and had patterns resembling those of an eye.

To the naked eye, it is just an ordinary iron bead; if dropped on the roadside, only a child would pick it up and play with it.

But the moment Jiang Liu took the bead, he realized that it was not as rough as it looked; on the contrary, it was extremely smooth, like jade.

First, Qi was poured in, but there was no response. Then, by circulating the Primordial Chaos Qi, the bead trembled slightly and burst out with spiritual power, trying to connect with Jiang Liu. However, it was directly blocked by the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array on Jiang Liu's body and could not penetrate even a little.

"Interesting. Only those who control the Hunyuanzi can directly use this Muchen Pearl. Let me see the true nature of this thing!"