Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Crack—

The walls of the Dantian, with a powerful strike from the Inner Essence, suddenly shattered.

In an instant, a new Dantian was formed.

The originally golden Inner Essence, after the baptism of the new Dantian, turned into a red-gold color.

Thump.

Fang Yu fell directly onto the ground, and abruptly opened his eyes.

The mixed hot air continued to surge.

"This… a complete transformation?" Fang Yu's face revealed immense shock.

Even though he had prepared for all possibilities of growing stronger, he had not anticipated a complete transformation!

He remembered reading in an ancient text about the records of Cultivators. For a Martial Artist to become a Cultivator, one must first reach the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, break through the old and establish the new, followed by Qi Cultivation, Qi Establishment, Qi Refinement and eventually forming the Innate Embryo. It's like being reborn. When Fang Yu first read this ancient text, he thought it was fictitious—how could there be such Cultivators in the world. But as his own Cultivation improved, he found it increasingly mystical. After understanding the Dark Forest Law, he was even more certain of the existence of Cultivators.

A complete transformation.

It was like being reborn.

Therefore…

Fang Yu quickly continued to sit cross-legged, stabilizing the energy around him.

Being reborn also meant being fragile.

The aura of the Red Gold Dragon just now was too strong; if it attracted other Cultivators, it would be troublesome!

While he was sitting cross-legged.

The Red Gold Dragon appeared once more, circling around him.

The aura emanating from the Red Gold Dragon was like an Elixir, dispelling the fatigue around Fang Yu.

His face gradually became rosy…

His skin became gradually fairer…

And even more surprising was—

His originally rough and calloused palms were slowly shedding their skin.

The old calluses, one by one, peeled off.

The thick and darkened skin rapidly dried up, and like curling tree bark, it fell off.

Half an hour later.

Fang Yu exhaled a turbid breath and opened his eyes.

"What happened?"

Impurities that had shed from his body were standing all over—due to the intense heat, they had already dried up.

Upon standing up and giving a shake, it all fell to the ground, just like tree bark.

Fang Yu couldn't help but raise his hands and took a good look.

"This…"

These hands... were no different from a baby's. However, he wasn't the least bit worried that his fists had become weak.

He lifted his fists and squeezed them tight.

Whoosh!

"Gang Qi!" Fang Yu was surprised to find that a stream of Gang Qi was swirling around his fist—it was indeed pure Gang Qi!

Correct, it was Primordial Gang Qi!

With a loud bang, a tree beside him was smashed apart with a punch from him.

Inspecting the Dantian—

It was already covered by robust red-gold color.

"Red-gold has appeared many times…this time, it has completely turned into red-gold...could it be, this is Primordial?"

Fang Yu was thrilled in his heart.

He recalled the general principles he had written down when he first encountered the Divine Dragon Technique.

Inner Strength, Inner Essence, Primordial. They enhance one by one.

"It seems I not only broke through the Divine Dragon Seventh Layer, but also reached the realm of Primordial."

While his strength was at the Divine Dragon Seventh Layer, Fang Yu was confident he could defeat any Martial Arts Ninth Layer.

Additionally, he had the Red Gold Dragon and the Mandala as his trump cards.

"Beyond Primordial is Leaving Dust, Great Harmony…"

"The way of Cultivation is profoundly mysterious, and there are still many paths to traverse!"

Fang Yu kept exclaiming with admiration, but isn't this a testament to the essential difference between the Divine Dragon Technique and the Cultivation of Martial Artists and Cultivators…

A unique path is destined to have an extraordinary fate.

Next, he felt the smoothness of the Primordial flow.

"Just right, I can practice the Primordial Sword Scripture now…" Fang Yu held the Mandala, eager to try the new Sword Manual.

"The Creation of the Stem-Branch cycle, the essence converges at the center, the Yin Yang Five Elements, control the cycle of the heavens."

Fang Yu began to recall the secrets of the Primordial Sword Scripture, "The essence of the sun and the splendor of the moon, swallowed into the Dantian abode. Reaching for the heavenly root, the true breath ushers spring."

...

...

Meanwhile,

Ye Wenjun made rapid progress under her father Ye Xingkong's guidance.

She also gained a comprehensive understanding of the basic knowledge of martial artists in a very short time.

Being a top student, theoretical content was not challenging for her at all.

In practice, with the guidance of Ye Xingkong, as well as Zhong Long and Zhong Hu, it would be difficult not to improve...

Suddenly—

Boom!

Another loud noise.

Larger than any before.

Ye Wenjun and Ye Xingkong involuntarily turned their heads to look.

"What on earth is that kid doing? He better not be burying bombs," Ye Xingkong said with a frown.

"Maybe he's practicing martial arts."

"How could a martial artist make such a loud disturbance... Ah, such a waste of money, we spent quite a bit on this back garden... Wenjun, you can't let him be in charge of the Ye Family's assets in the future..."

"..."

With a slightly blushing face, Ye Wenjun said, "Dad, what are you talking about!"

"I didn't say anything."

Ye Xingkong looked at Ye Wenjun and seemed to be reminded of something, asking, "By the way, Wenjun, your dad's getting forgetful, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-four," Ye Wenjun answered with confusion.

"Ah, already a woman of a considerable age... At his age, your great-grandfather's greatest wish is to see you get married and have children. Who knows when this wish will be fulfilled," Ye Xingkong sighed.

"..."

Hearing this, Ye Wenjun's cheeks reddened even more, "Dad, you're talking nonsense again, I'm not listening to you."

With that, she turned around and left.

Watching the retreating figure of Ye Wenjun,

Ye Xingkong sighed deeply, muttering to himself, "Wenjun, oh Wenjun... if only you knew the treasure you're guarding, yet you're unaware of how to exploit it. Why is the Lu Family so powerful? Isn't it all because of their genes? Whether the Ye Family can soar into the skies... it all depends on you..."

...

While Ye Xingkong was lost in thought, a servant hurried over to the entrance of the back garden, bowed, and said, "Master! There's trouble outside!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xingkong's expression changed drastically.

When martial artists are cultivating, it's critical not to have any disruptions.

Could it be...

That there's an enemy invasion?

Without hesitation, Ye Xingkong commanded, "Go! Follow me!"

With a wave of his hand, several Hidden Dragon Guards nearby followed him.

...

Outside the gate,

two Hidden Dragon Guards stood imposingly at the entrance.

A young man outside said,

"Let me in! I am your young master! Who dares to stop me?"

"Sir, please leave at once!" The Hidden Dragon Guard did not believe him, as it was a known fact amongst the Ye Family that their young master had long been killed by someone.

Just then, the voice of Ye Xingkong arrived—

"Who is causing trouble here?"

Ye Xingkong, along with the Hidden Dragon Guards, marched over majestically.

When he saw the young man outside the courtyard, he was immediately stunned.

That familiar silhouette, that familiar face...

He couldn't help but get excited.

"Ye... Ye Xingchen?!"

Indeed, the young man outside was Ye Xingchen.

"Dad." Ye Xingchen's eyes reddened with emotion.

The Hidden Dragon Guards around were not fools, instantly realizing what was happening.

At the same time, they bowed and said, "Young master!"

Ye Xingkong's hand trembled as he asked, "Is it really you? You... you didn't die?"

Seeing his father's excitement, Ye Xingchen immediately knelt down: "Your son is unfilial! I've only now returned to face you!"

Saying so, he kowtowed three times with thuds.