Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Inner Essence transforming into a dragon is a scenario that only appears in the Fifth Layer of the Divine Dragon Technique.

The emergence of the Sixth Stage Dragon Transformation represents the complete stabilization of the Sixth Layer Divine Dragon Technique.

Although he accidentally let the rampant Inner Essence impact the Inner Core, Fang Yu's mood at this moment is undoubtedly one of excitement!

Sixth Stage Dragon Transformation! Completed!

"It is said that by cultivating the true Divine Dragon Technique, the powerful Inner Essence can transform into a Golden Dragon, equivalent to a Second Layer body, with tremendous power. But I don't know if it's true!"

The general outline of the Divine Dragon Technique is deeply etched in Fang Yu's mind.

To this day, he still cultivates methodically according to the mnemonics in the outline.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

He lifted his head.

The artificial hill in front of him was cut into two halves by the immense force of the Dragon Roar Sword, as if it were blocks of tofu.

He couldn't help but feel amazed.

"The power of the Ninth Sword, Thunder Light, is truly considerable!"

"I have finally mastered the entire Rain Cutting Sword Technique!"

Fang Yu felt a moment of sentimentality.

During this period, he had put in so much effort to achieve today's accomplishments.

Eight years ago, he entered the deep mountains to step into the path of Martial Arts, beginning a superhuman life.

The experience in Martial Arts was extremely difficult.

Countless killings, blood and storms.

Who would have thought that at his age, his hands were already stained with plenty of blood.

Zing—

The Dragon Roar Sword disappeared.

Fang Yu raised his hands.

Indeed very coarse, he couldn't help but feel disheartened. His wife didn't want to, and he had no other way; he couldn't force her.

Just as Fang Yu was preparing to return—

"Son-in-law! Son-in-law..."

"Son-in-law."

Hmm?

Fang Yu found it strange, why were they making such a fuss at this time instead of sleeping?

He glanced at the split artificial hill, decided to ignore it, and left them to clean up themselves.

He hurriedly returned.

Passing through the back garden, he entered the hall and saw the maid with a look of anxiety.

"What happened?"

"Miss, Miss… Miss has had an accident!"

Fang Yu frowned and quickly went upstairs.

Just as he reached the door, he heard groaning from inside the room.

Without a second thought, he kicked the door.

Thud!

The door opened.

Ye Wenjun was rolling back and forth, her face full of pain.

What surprised Fang Yu even more was that Ye Wenjun's face was in agony!

"Prepare hot water," Fang Yu said sternly.

"Son-in-law! The young mistress is in too much pain, hurry and take her to the hospital! I've already called 120!" The maid was extremely anxious, her face flushed.

Fang Yu glared and said, "Who told you to call 120? Cancel it immediately!"

"Ah?"

The maid didn't understand why the son-in-law was doing this. But she couldn't just watch the young mistress suffer to death.

She was a woman too and knew the risks involved.

The seemingly ordinary pain was severe, almost unbearable.

However…

Seeing the maid did not move, Fang Yu rebuked, "What, don't my words matter?"

"No, no…"

The maid quickly made a phone call to cancel the 120 call with the hospital. Then she immediately prepared hot water.

…

In the room.

Fang Yu looked at Ye Wenjun's pain-riddled face, puzzled.

Ye Wenjun was sweating profusely, in so much pain that she couldn't even open her eyes. Although blood was flowing, he always felt that this illness was not ordinary.

"Son-in-law, what are you going to do?" the maid asked cautiously, standing to one side.

"Nonsense, of course, I'm treating her," Fang Yu replied bluntly.

"Son-in-law, are you a doctor?"

"…"

Fang Yu glared and said, "You get out!"

The maid chuckled dryly and turned to leave.

How could I, a grand practitioner of Huaxia traditional medicine with mastery over Taiyi Divine Needle, possibly be compared to an ordinary doctor?

"Close the door!"

"Yes!"

...

Inside the room, aside from Ye Wenjun's cries of pain, there was silence.

But...

Her posture made it really hard for Fang Yu to intervene.

Fang Yu held his breath, thinking, "This is my wife, why feel awkward?"

"Give me your hand!"

Ye Wenjun was in so much pain that she clenched her eyes shut, gradually losing consciousness.

Seeing this, Fang Yu whispered, "It's urgent, don't blame me for taking liberties, okay?"

"No, wait, it's my wife, why would I say that?"

He directly grabbed Ye Wenjun's wrist.

With a touch of his finger, the pulse became apparent.

Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, smell, questioning, and pulse-taking.

The pulse examination is the last step.

He didn't expect to gain much from questioning.

From the surface, Ye Wenjun seemed to be in severe pain.

But, Fang Yu didn't think so.

"Strange."

After taking her pulse, Fang Yu slightly frowned.

The pulse was peculiar; it was steady but lively, not resembling someone who was ill.

Blood had been drawn and normally she should be very weak.

He continued to take her pulse.

To check her condition more accurately, Fang Yu chose to close his eyes.

He cleared his mind.

The pulse still pulsated steady yet tumultuous within.

Fang Yu suddenly opened his eyes, internally exclaiming, "Martial Artist?"

This...

How could this be!

He slapped his own forehead, realizing the pulse was definitely that of a martial artist.

He had been diagnosing her as a normal person, no wonder the results were so perplexing!

In other words―

Ye Wenjun is a martial artist!

"How is this possible?!"

Fang Yu gasped in shock, he had known Ye Wenjun for more than a day or two now, if he couldn't even recognize this aspect, wouldn't he be unworthy of the title Divine Doctor?

There was only one possibility―

Ye Wenjun was a newly initiated martial artist!

His gaze fell upon the pool of blood.

"So that's it! This is… Dantian formation, transformation of bones and renewing the body…"

Fang Yu leaped onto the bed.

He lifted Ye Wenjun up, sitting behind her...

"Just bear with it a little longer..."

Hiss—

Her black hair like ink spread across her back, releasing a faint fragrance.

"Focus your breath and spirit."

Fang Yu slowly closed his eyes, his six senses fully alert. He would be aware of any disturbance around the villa immediately.

Subsequently, his hands were placed on Ye Wenjun's back.

The Inner Essence flowed from his palms toward her back.

Through the meridians.

Through the heart meridian.

Finally, the Dantian.

The rushing influx of warmth made the intense pain suddenly disappear.

Ye Wenjun's complexion gradually returned to normal.

Time passed second by second.

Half an hour went by.

Ye Wenjun's consciousness gradually became clear.

Just when she opened her eyes… a cool night breeze blew.

Behind her, a pair of palms pressed against her back felt like fiery palms...

"Ah—"

Ye Wenjun cried out in surprise, raising her arms defensively in front of her.

But a pulling force from behind held her in place!

At the same time, Fang Yu's deep voice rang out, "Steady yourself, don't move, follow me and cultivate..."

Cultivate… Cultivation?