"This... this... this... How could this be possible? Am I seeing things?" Murong Yu muttered, his world completely turned upside down.
Song Tianran was also shocked to her core, her beautiful eyes filled with an indescribable expression. Unlike Murong Yu, who kept staring at Wang Jian’s hand, she looked directly at his face. Wang Jian, however, appeared as calm as ever, as if the movents of his hand and the floating grape had nothing to do with him.
Indeed, when Wang Jian gestured toward the grapevine, a single grape seed to be plucked by an invisible force. It drifted through the air and ca to rest, floating in the palm of his hand. Although this scene lasted only three seconds before the grape fell into his grip, the shock of the mont was long-lasting.
Chairman Kang was the most overwheld. After five seconds of stunned silence, he burst out, "What the f*ck?! Is this a magic trick?"
Though he said it, Chairman Kang wasn’t foolish enough to actually believe it was a magic trick, so he consciously shut his mouth. When he looked at Wang Jian again, his eyes were filled with fear.
Under normal circumstances, Murong Yu would surely have chastised Chairman Kang for his language. But now, neither he nor Song Tianran paid him any mind. They had no spare attention for that.
Murong Yu’s brow, once furrowed, had smoothed out, but the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes seed to have multiplied. He slowly asked, "What is this?"
"Qi," Wang Jian answered directly, not hiding the truth. "It’s the Life Energy I ntioned earlier."
He had used Qi to manipulate the grape for this exact effect. No amount of words could match the impact of witnessing it firsthand. He had also practiced this skill secretly many tis. It was another achievent stemming from the rapid advancent of his Qi Cultivation after consuming the human pill.
However, this telekinetic technique only worked on smaller, lighter objects, and not for long. Even with his now vast sea of Qi, he could only maintain it for a few seconds, which is why he stopped while he was ahead.
"Every living being has this Life Energy within them," Wang Jian explained, popping the grape into his mouth. "How to use and train this Life Energy is the basis of Qi Cultivation, which I learned from Taoism."
He didn’t ntion his master. My master despises trouble... Wang Jian knew this, so he simply attributed his teachings to Taoism. According to what Xu Changqing had said years ago, this wasn’t wrong. Even after returning to secular life, wasn’t he still a Taoist by origin?
GULP.
Murong Yu and the others swallowed hard, watching Wang Jian eat the grape. They were completely at a loss for words, unable to process what had just happened.
Even Song Yijin, paralyzed in his wheelchair, had a change in expression. Clearly, he too was deeply unsettled by Wang Jian’s maneuver. If he had known years ago that Wang Jian possessed such a skill, he never would have argued with him.
Now, only one thought occupied Song Yijin’s mind: he had most likely misjudged this student. But his considerations ran even deeper than that.
"With this, I am very confident I can cure our teacher’s illness," Wang Jian said, observing their expressions. "The treatnt will be quick. If all goes well, we should see results today."
Hearing Wang Jian say this now, Murong Yu’s feelings shifted to another plane entirely. After witnessing such an incredible skill, he believed every word Wang Jian said. But since it concerned his teacher’s safety, Murong Yu hesitated for a mont before asking, "May I feel it first?"
It was his final confirmation.
Wang Jian nodded and imdiately grabbed Murong Yu’s wrist. He directed his Qi straight to an acupoint on Murong Yu’s hand, using Qi in place of a silver needle.
At that very mont, Murong Yu’s expression changed. From the spot where Wang Jian grasped him, he felt the sensation of a silver needle pressing into an acupoint. Compared to a real needle, however, this sensation was gentler. A warm current began to radiate from the point. A mont later, Murong Yu felt a similar warmth stirring within his own body.
"Is this Qi?"
"Yes," Wang Jian confird. "The initial warm current was stimulated by my technique, which then guided the energy already present in your body. That’s what you’re feeling now."
After speaking, he let go of Murong Yu’s wrist and waited for his response.
GASP... If seeing the grape fly had shocked Murong Yu, then personally experiencing this completely overturned his existing knowledge, shattering his entire worldview. He muttered a few sounds, unable to form a complete sentence, as only a few indistinct tones escaped his lips.
After collecting his thoughts, Murong Yu finally spoke softly, "Since that’s the case... I’ll leave Teacher’s illness in your hands."
His voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier fear-induced anger. Murong Yu’s attitude toward Wang Jian had taken a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.
Moreover, after speaking, he showed no intention of leaving. A wave of excitent even washed over his expression. After the initial shock, this leading dical authority had realized the significance of what Wang Jian was doing. If he could understand the principles behind it, it could propel modern dicine a giant leap forward. It was no wonder he was excited to have a chance to observe it firsthand.
Not just him, but Song Tianran and Chairman Kang also wore similar expressions. They all subconsciously moved closer, waiting for Wang Jian’s next move.
Wang Jian saw these changes but didn’t dwell on them. With no one to obstruct him, he moved directly behind his teacher, placed his hands on the back of Song Yijin’s head, and resud the massage. This action made Murong Yu and the others’ hearts pound. But having witnessed Wang Jian’s abilities, they didn’t dare object. They could only stare intently, hoping to learn sothing from his movents.
However, no matter how closely they looked, it was nothing more than a simple massage technique. After watching for several more minutes, Murong Yu confird it repeatedly. He found that Wang Jian’s massage technique was even less ’professional’ than that of an old master in a massage parlor.
Just as his confusion was about to boil over, he finally noticed a change in his teacher’s face. Ever since his stroke, Song Yijin’s face had been locked in a stiff, strained expression. But now, it was beginning to relax to a degree visible to the naked eye. In other words, Song Yijin was gradually regaining control over his facial muscles.
Murong Yu was overjoyed and almost let out a cry. Fearing he would disturb Wang Jian, he forcefully held it back. He could only exchange glances with the two standing beside him, his expression one of utter astonishnt.
This change in Murong Yu, however, set off a flurry of thoughts in Chairman Kang’s mind. If anyone in the courtyard knew Murong Yu best, besides Song Yijin, it was definitely Chairman Kang. Their families had connections, and Chairman Kang had loved visiting the Murong Family since he was young. To him, Murong Yu was like an uncle. It was precisely because of this relationship that he had beco Song Yijin’s youngest student.
The expression Murong Yu now wore was one Chairman Kang had never seen before, though it was an expression he had often seen among his classmates. They all wore that look whenever their teacher conducted a novel experint, when they saw a lab rat for the first ti, or the first ti they were truly awed by their teacher’s ability.
At this mont, Chairman Kang’s mind was in turmoil. For so reason, a thought began to take root. His gaze shifted from Wang Jian’s massage technique to the man himself. It was for no other reason than this miraculous form of dicine.
Right there in this small courtyard, sothing that could change the entire field of dicine was unfolding.
But just then, a soft cough shattered the courtyard’s silence.
COUGH! COUGH!
Hearing this, Murong Yu’s gaze snapped to his teacher, his mind screaming. This is unscientific!
This is totally unscientific! That was precisely what Chairman Kang was thinking.
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