Chapter 388: The Master’s Wife
Seeing Chen Nuo’s odd expression, Old Jiang misunderstood. He let out a sigh, shaking his head. "I shouldn’t pry into your personal matters. But Old Sun has been my friend for many years. If you’re involved in such complex relationships with won, how can you continue to bring trouble to the Sun family’s young girl?"
"...Er, I actually haven’t caused any trouble," Chen Nuo said with a bitter smile.
"The baby inside... I heard that white-haired girl say it’s yours and her teacher’s, the two of you had it together?"
Well, that I can’t deny. Chen Nuo didn’t want to deny it, so he nodded. "Yes."
"You already have a child!" Old Jiang’s eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting up. "And you still say you’re not bringing trouble to Old Sun’s daughter?"
Alright, this matter can’t be clearly explained, especially not to Old Jiang.
Chen Nuo thought for a mont. "Old Jiang... It’s better if you don’t ask too much about this. I’m actually working on resolving it myself."
Old Jiang glared helplessly at Chen Nuo. "Young man, it’s understandable to be a bit reckless in matters between n and won. But you must not do anything that offends morality! If you truly did sothing like that... well, even if you’re very powerful and I can’t do anything to you, don’t call Master anymore! I won’t teach a nace."
Chen Nuo waved his hand. "Alright, Old Jiang, let’s not discuss this further. I think you have sothing more important to talk to about."
Old Jiang hesitated for a mont, then stared at his "disciple," scrutinizing him from head to toe several tis. "That year you were with , you pulled quite a few fast ones on , didn’t you? Back at the Song Family in HK..."
"Yes, I was the one behind it," Chen Nuo confessed readily.
Alright, this wasn’t a difficult thing to admit, and revealing it wouldn’t have much impact.
But Old Jiang suddenly grew agitated. He seed to be forcefully suppressing his emotions, yet he put on a calm facade and slowly said, "Lin Sheng... when he first started training with , he was a complete blockhead! But then, suddenly, his aptitude improved! His Inner Breath also beca smoother! These changes... that was also you?"
As he spoke, Old Jiang stared at Chen Nuo with wide eyes. His face appeared calm, but his gaze was flashing with an irrepressible light.
Chen Nuo thought it over. "Yes, it was. I learned the Inner Breath circulation technique you taught, and then I helped him... um, I don’t know how to explain it; our abilities aren’t on the sa path. You could think of it as I used my abilities to help Lin Sheng ’cleanse the marrow and purify the veins.’"
"Cleanse the marrow and purify the veins!"
As these words were spoken, Old Jiang shot up from the sofa as if he had springs in his seat. He grabbed Chen Nuo’s shoulders, his eyes gleaming as he stared at him. "Cleanse! The! Marrow! Purify! The! Veins!! Chen Nuo! Are you serious? You’re not deceiving , are you? Can you really cleanse the marrow and purify the veins for soone?!"
Chen Nuo felt a stir in his heart. "Sort of..."
"This ability of yours... does it harm people? Are there any negative consequences? Any dangers? If it’s a cultivation mishap, or a congenital deficiency leading to Inner Breath obstruction, or Inner Breath stagnating in the ridians... damaging the heart channel or sothing... you..." Old Jiang’s voice began to tremble, each word quivering, "Can you... can you also... treat that?"
Chen Nuo suddenly understood!
After thinking carefully, Chen Nuo slowly said, "Old Jiang, you practice Ancient Martial Arts. My abilities are actually not on the sa path as what you practice. I can’t make any guarantees about the things you ntioned. But... logically, the principles should be consistent with the thod I used to help Senior Brother Lin Sheng. However, the Inner Breath you taught Lin Sheng and is likely the most rudintary technique of your school, so helping Lin Sheng with his ridians was relatively simple. If it were a more advanced Inner Breath circulation thod, adjusting it might be more difficult for . But... overall, in principle, it should be feasible."
After a pause, Chen Nuo added in a low voice, "...Are you referring to... my master’s wife, Madam Song?"
Old Jiang’s eyes suddenly grew red.
Chen Nuo frowned. "My master’s wife’s condition... it shouldn’t be... madness, right?"
"She... she’s certainly not mad!" Old Jiang gritted his teeth. "You... you realized long ago? That your master’s wife... you saw it long ago?"
"No." Chen Nuo shook his head. "If I had realized it earlier, considering how kind you, my Master, and my master’s wife have been to my family, I would have offered my help long ago. My master’s wife’s condition, no matter how I look at it, just seems like madness."
After a mont, Chen Nuo said with a wry smile, "My master’s wife must have practiced martial arts; I can tell that much. But she’s very frail; that’s also clear. To be honest, I previously took the chance to secretly and carefully examine my master’s wife’s condition. However, my ability is spiritual power, used for probing people’s Consciousness Spaces. But in my master’s wife’s Consciousness Space and in terms of her spiritual power, aside from so disorder, I didn’t find any other issues at the ti. So I couldn’t think of any way to help."
Spiritual power assisting in the operation of a Consciousness Space is not omnipotent and cannot treat ntal illnesses. In theory, although patients with ntal illnesses also have disordered consciousness, and probing their Consciousness Space might reveal abnormal spiritual power operation, this abnormality is beyond the capability of even a top ntalist like Chen Nuo to cure. It’s not that Chen Nuo could use his own spiritual power to guide and help reorganize a ntally ill patient’s Consciousness Space, assisting their spiritual power to resu its normal operational pattern... That’s impossible.
Because... in each individual’s Consciousness Space, the operational pattern of spiritual power is unique to them. Chen Nuo had never known Song Qiaoyun before she fell ill, so he had no idea what her "normal operational pattern" in her Consciousness Space was. Without a normal reference, it was naturally impossible to help guide her chaotic spirit. If one were to rashly intervene based on assumptions, there was a 99.99% chance that after the intervention, the person would beco even more insane.
"Your master’s wife isn’t sick. She suffered a very severe injury many years ago, which led to her current state," Old Jiang said, shaking his head, his eyes reddening as he looked at Chen Nuo. "Do you really have a way to ’cleanse the marrow and purify the veins’? If so, then perhaps..."
As he spoke, the anxious Old Jiang couldn’t help but rub his hands together vigorously.
Chen Nuo pondered for a mont. "Old Jiang, don’t be anxious. Tell the details."
Old Jiang’s school of martial arts originated from the Song Family, specifically from Song Qiaoyun’s father.
This origin was, of course, sothing Chen Nuo was already well aware of.
Therefore, Old Jiang had trained under Song Qiaoyun’s father since he was very young. It naturally followed that Song Qiaoyun also began practicing martial arts with her own father from childhood. Moreover, according to Old Jiang, Song Qiaoyun’s talent and aptitude for martial arts were exceptionally good.
Only, she had so congenital weaknesses. Perhaps due to so inherent frailties from birth, Song Qiaoyun was delicate and sickly in her childhood, with an inherently weak constitution and a chronic lung imbalance from a young age. Before reaching school age, she suffered from a persistent cough. Old Song, hoping to improve his daughter’s health, naturally wanted her to practice martial arts for strength.
And so, Song Qiaoyun began practicing Inner Breath from a young age under her father’s instruction. But this practice inadvertently sowed the seeds of future trouble.
Song Qiaoyun’s talent in martial arts was sowhat skewed, sowhat imbalanced. Simply put, her comprehension and innate physical aptitude were very good, allowing her to progress rapidly in her Inner Breath practice. Moreover, in the beginning, as she practiced, she even managed to cure the cough that had plagued her since childhood. In fact, in the cultivation of Inner Breath within the Song Family’s core martial arts, her talent even surpassed Old Jiang’s by quite a bit.
Consider the feat of slapping a basin of water and causing a glass marble to jump out. Old Jiang practiced for twenty years to achieve it. Song Qiaoyun, however, could do it at the age of sixteen. Such talent was practically monstrous.
But ultimately, there were still latent problems. Song Qiaoyun’s ridians were inherently weak due to her congenital deficiencies. Many parts were sowhat obstructed when she was younger. Although she managed to clear them through practice, they were still incomparable to those born with robust health.
However, Old Song himself didn’t understand this. After all, to be frank, Old Song wasn’t particularly educated. Back then, he was just a street vendor selling popsicles. Although he practiced his family’s inherited martial arts well, it was, after all, his family’s own tradition. Truth be told, in many aspects, he knew the ’what’ but not the ’why.’ His approach was simply to practice according to the thods passed down by his ancestors. And Old Jiang, young at the ti, didn’t quite grasp these concepts either.
It wasn’t until Song Qiaoyun herself reached a higher level of proficiency that she gradually noticed sothing was amiss.
To put it bluntly, her "path was narrow." Her congenitally frail ridians, though seemingly unblocked in many areas through Inner Breath practice, were still insufficient. Everything appeared smooth; her daily circulation of Inner Breath showed no apparent flaws. It seed like she was practicing very well, even better than Old Jiang, and her progression to higher realms was faster.
But a narrow path is still a narrow path.
It’s like roads. Others have an eight-lane, two-way concrete highway. Yours is a single-lane, two-way dirt track. Can they be the sa?
But at that ti, neither of them had a clear recognition of this.
In his younger days, Old Jiang also relied on his martial skills to make a na for himself out in the world. He even ventured into the Underground World. This later gave rise to his moniker, ’Fu Sheng He Bi Yan.’ Back then, the nickna Old Jiang used was "Mr. Fu Sheng."
However, it must be said that although Old Jiang’s martial skills were considerable, the Song Family’s Ancient Martial Arts weren’t truly profound secret techniques. Moreover, Old Jiang’s own talent wasn’t top-tier. Throughout his life, he never managed to cultivate himself into a true peak expert. In terms of strength, Old Jiang was far inferior, not even a match for Boss Guo from the ran shop.
For instance, when facing a beating from the Star Sky Empress, Old Jiang was floored in a single exchange and utterly dominated. Boss Guo, on the other hand, could fight and flee, lasting for several exchanges.
Therefore, during his youthful adventures, Old Jiang indeed suffered much hardship, endured many tribulations, and faced nurous dangers. Then, one year, he caused a major disaster.
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