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In Tianyue City, if Ye Huan had known that Hua Tuo was a master among masters, then regardless of how questionable Hua Tuo's medical skills might be, Ye Huan would have ensured he was well taken care of. Whenever trouble arose, he could have summoned Hua Tuo without hesitation. But now, witnessing the numerous tips of Flying Swords hovering before him, Ye Huan, who had just been saved by Hua Tuo, found himself at a loss for words. After the initial shock wore off, he was filled with resentment and began to recall the scene from when Hua Tuo had treated Ye Tian using Silver Needles. If Hua Tuo wasn't a master with an abundance of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, how could he have diagnosed Ye Tian without being affected by any toxins while using Silver Needles?
Realizing this, Ye Huan felt a wave of regret wash over him. He lifted his head to scrutinize Hua Tuo again. Yet no matter how he looked at it, Hua Tuo gave off no hint of being a master; he lacked both grace and looks, resembling nothing more than an old man dressed in military garb that made him indistinguishable from other Military Doctors. It was no wonder Ye Huan had overlooked him; anyone in his position would likely share the same thoughts.
‘Who exactly is this guy…’
Ultimately, his gaze settled on the hand of Hua Tuo that had blocked the attacks of several Flying Swords with Silver Needles. Ye Huan couldn't discern whether Hua Tuo was a Professional or a Cultivator, nor could he gauge his level of cultivation. He quickly approached Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon and whispered, “Golden Dragon, can you tell if this old fellow is a Professional or a Cultivator? I find his method of blocking those Cultivator attacks rather strange.”
“Strange?”
Having met Hua Tuo while Ye Huan was unconscious, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon's eyes flickered with an unknown light. After a moment's pause, he replied, “It is indeed strange. If I remember correctly, this fellow should be the Evil Doctor Huatuo known as Ghost Hand Silver Needle from two thousand years ago on the Eastern Continent.”
“Ghost Hand Silver Needle, Evil Doctor Huatuo…”
Ye Huan unconsciously repeated the names that Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon had just mentioned. Suddenly realizing the significance of Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon's words, he thought about how if Evil Doctor Huatuo had lived two thousand years ago as stated by Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon, then Hua Tuo must have been alive for an entire two millennia! He should be a fossil by now! Moreover, Ye Huan could clearly sense human traits emanating from Hua Tuo, indicating that he was not a magical beast.
Skeptical of Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon's claim, Ye Huan shook his head and returned to Hua Tuo's side. At that moment, Hua Tuo suddenly flipped his rough right hand. Several Silver Needles that had been blocking the Flying Swords began to spin around with them, redirecting the blades towards Lingxiao and his group.
“Go.”
With a calm tone, those ten or so Flying Swords shot out from Hua Tuo's hand and soared toward the group of over a hundred people in the sky. In an instant, several members of that group let out horrified screams as they plummeted from the air. Witnessing this scene left Ye Huan startled and gradually convinced him of what Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon had said. With a mix of respect for the elder, he approached Hua Tuo and said, “Mr. Hua, I didn't realize your strength before. I hope you can forgive my previous offenses.”
"Hey, what kind of impressive strength do I have? If we really count it, I'm just a Transcendence Stage Cultivator."
With a smile, Hua Tuo waved at Ye Huan, not putting on any airs. However, what he said left everyone who heard it filled with astonishment and doubt.
Crossing the tribulation and ascending to immortality—how many Cultivators have pursued this path throughout history? Yet, it remains merely a legend. Most Cultivators, even if they dedicate their entire lives to cultivation, consider it a tremendous blessing to reach the Combination Stage. How could anyone even dream of achieving the higher level of Transcendence Stage?
Standing beneath the dim sky and hearing Hua Tuo's words, Lingxiao couldn't believe it. He pointed at Hua Tuo and exclaimed, "Old man, are you joking? You think you're a Transcending Tribulation Stage Cultivator? If you are, then I must be an immortal!"
"Seeking death."
After being insulted by Lingxiao, Hua Tuo was instantly furious. Without saying a word, he extended his right hand and made a gesture that left Ye Huan dumbfounded. He slapped the air twice with great force. Accompanying these movements, a massive amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy surged from his hand, forming a gigantic palm at least five meters in diameter in the sky, crashing down toward Lingxiao with an incredibly slow speed—almost like a turtle crawling.
"Hahaha! Old man, you really didn't say anything wrong. At this speed, you think you can hit me? You're dreaming..."
With mockery plastered across his face, Lingxiao's words became increasingly harsh. But just as he was grinning widely in amusement, that enormous palm suddenly vanished from everyone's sight as if it had never existed.
Staring ahead with bulging eyes, Lingxiao hadn't even had time to close his mouth when the space above him seemed to tear apart. The vanished giant palm reappeared suddenly and slammed down heavily, forcefully smashing Lingxiao into the ground of Tidewatch Town. Dust flew everywhere as he landed right in front of Ye Huan and Hua Tuo.
"Kid, why aren't you laughing now?"
Hua Tuo slowly crouched down after Lingxiao was smashed into the ground. The one who had been mocked became the one mocking Lingxiao instead. This sudden turn of events left Ye Huan incredulous as he looked sympathetically at Lingxiao, who was sprawled face down in the dirt.
"Old man, what does my laughter have to do with you?"
Struggling to lift his head from the ground, Lingxiao displayed a surprising amount of grit as he gritted his teeth and responded, though the mud smeared across his face clearly illustrated his dire situation.
Perhaps noticing Ye Huan's presence, he slightly turned his neck and immediately caught sight of the flicker of sympathy in Ye Huan's eyes. The hatred he felt towards Ye Huan surged within him, but at that moment, Huatuo Zhong stood up and placed a foot firmly on Lingxiao's head, pressing his resentful face deeper into the mud. As if nothing had happened, he remarked, "Young people have too much fire; that's not good, very bad."
"Luo Yufeng is dead. His father won't let us off easily. The brothers from Nine Yin Cave will set up the Blood Refinement Formation to kill them."
In a situation where death was inevitable, a hint of madness from the demonic path was ignited within Lingxiao. Even with his face pressed against the muddy ground, his voice echoed clearly across the land…
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