Mr. Yi truly exhibited an astonishing spirit.
Several people had to make way, as Ye Fei slowly approached Mr. Yi.
Ye Fei carefully observed the old man, seeing the intense desire to live in his eyes.
The poor fear death.
Those in high positions fear it even more.
"What’s your na?" Ye Fei asked.
Before the old man could answer, soone imdiately cursed, "How dare you be so disrespectful, speaking to Mr. Yi like that!"
Another person cursed, "You don’t even recognize Mr. Yi? Are you blind?"
Ye Fei’s brow furrowed as he coldly replied, "If you can’t cure him yet talk so much, why don’t you try healing him?"
"You!"
For a mont, everyone was speechless, with nothing to say.
It was then that the old man chuckled, "It’s been a long ti since soone asked that."
"My na is Yi Wujie."
Ye Fei inspected the old man closely, then suddenly smiled, "Is it that every day at chen hour your Dantian aches terribly, and at hun hour your head hurts unbearably, to the point of agony?"
Before his words even fell, Yi Wujie nodded vigorously.
"Exactly! Exactly!"
The group of doctors at the side was also utterly astonished, asking each other if Divine Doctor Li had told Ye Fei about the symptoms?
However, Divine Doctor Li just sneered coldly, paying no attention to anyone else.
At this mont, Yi Wujie was already incredibly excited.
Just from a glance, Ye Fei had discerned his symptoms.
Could it be...
That there was really hope for a cure this ti?
Ye Fei then asked, "Looking at the blockage of your True Qi, the symptoms have been present for three years already, right?"
"Exactly! Exactly!" Yi Wujie was extrely excited.
By now, the doctors present were at a loss for words.
Divine Doctor Li, on the other hand, was exceptionally smug, coldly staring at the others with wide eyes.
Ye Fei waved his hand grandly, and moved to the area of Yi Wujie’s Dantian.
He then placed his hand on Yi Wujie’s forehead.
The next instant.
He waved his hand again, stopping three inches above Yi Wujie’s head.
Gathering his energy to channel it, he grasped at the air.
With this move, it was as if he had seized Yi Wujie’s soul.
Yi Wujie’s eyes rolled back white.
Then suddenly, he ca around, gasping for air deeply.
This ti, his breathing was much smoother than before.
All at once, hot tears stread down Yi Wujie’s face.
Ye Fei, clasping the strand of True Qi above Yi Wujie’s head, furrowed his brows tightly.
"You’ve actually been practicing the Tri-Elent?"
Yi Wujie’s body shook violently.
This secret was sothing nobody else knew.
In just this brief mont, Ye Fei had figured it out?
Who exactly was he?
The crowd exchanged looks of bewildernt.
First was the ntion of spiritual realms, and now Tri-Elent.
What were all these terms?
Despite their years in dicine, why had they never heard of them?
Yi Wujie, seeing a glimr of hope, reluctantly revealed his secret.
"I have been cultivating the Tri-Elent, foolishly attempting to glimpse the Heavenly Ladder."
Ye Fei already understood.
Another person lost on the path of cultivation.
He imdiately said, "Your Earth Elent is insufficient, you don’t possess the Human Elent at all, yet you dream of ascending the Heavenly Elent?"
"That’s sheer daydreaming!"
It was a tone of reprimand!
Think about all these years.
Everyone always bowed and scraped to Yi Wujie, to the point of flattery.
When had anyone ever admonished him?
Yet at this mont, upon hearing Ye Fei’s reprimand,
Yi Wujie actually sighed and slowly lowered his head.
The crowd was astonished; today’s events were simply too bizarre.
The scene before them.
It proved that what Ye Fei said was all true!
It also demonstrated that he had indeed diagnosed Yi Wujie’s illness!
This was sothing that none of them, purported Divine Doctors, had managed to achieve!
This was utterly miraculous!
Who exactly was this Ye Fei?
All of a sudden, Yi Wujie’s face turned stern, and he said to the crowd, "You all, leave us!"
"Let have a private talk with this Divine Doctor Ye!"
The others, nudging and pushing each other, could only exit.
But at this mont, they were already astounded by Ye Fei.
Once everyone had left, Yi Wujie then began to speak slowly.
"Who was your master, and how do you know about the secret art of cultivating the Tri-Elent?"
Ye Fei replied softly with a smile, "No one could be my master, and nobody is qualified to teach ."
Such an arrogant statent!
Yi Wujie chuckled coldly, but ultimately, it turned into a sigh.
Then, he began to recite the words passed down among ancient martial artists.
"Cultivate the Innate, connect to the Postnatal."
"When Tri-Elent is achieved, the Heavenly Ladder appears!"
"Ascend the Ladder, open the Gate of Heaven."
"When the Gate opens, beco an Earth Immortal!"
Yi Wujie declared with clarity, "All my life I’ve restrained personal desires, devoted to cultivation, solely wishing to ascend the Heavenly Ladder."
"Although I’ve reached the tenth stage of the Postnatal, the Tri-Elent is elusive."
"Three years ago, I acquired a certain technique, which claid it could bypass the Tri-Elent, leading directly to the Heavenly Ladder."
"Yet after prolonged cultivation, not only is the Tri-Elent elusive, but it has also brought upon this illness..."
As he spoke, a hint of lifelessness appeared in Yi Wujie’s eyes.
Even if he recovered from his illness, ascending the Heavenly Ladder in this lifeti would be difficult.
For soone devoted to cultivation, this was the cruelest blow.
Ye Fei, having heard all this, laughed.
"Cultivating the Tri-Elent is such a simple thing, and yet you failed."
"It seems this world is still mostly inhabited by fools."
Yi Wujie beca furiously indignant.
Ye Fei was actually belittling his efforts?
This young man was too arrogant!
He glared at Ye Fei but was instantly taken aback.
Those were the eyes of supre confidence.
Just one look, and Yi Wujie was profoundly shaken.
"Could it be that you have the confidence to cultivate the Tri-Elent?"
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