The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 802 - : Want to Be Slapped in the Face Again?

Chapter 802 -802: Want to Be Slapped in the Face Again?

The ancient city was large enough to accommodate all members of the ten great ancient martial clans without feeling crowded.

The Ying Family chose a well-preserved palace area for its clan members to settle in.

As evening approached and the cold wind howled, various bonfires were lit throughout the ancient city, adding much vitality.

Huang Xiaolong was assigned a small palace to rest in.

He needed some time alone and asked his wives not to disturb him.

Inside the room.

Huang Xiaolong took out a Cleansing Talisman and cleaned the dusty, cobweb-filled room.

Ji Zhengyu’s ghost hovered next to Huang Xiaolong, acting as a “flunky” just as he did when he was alive.

“Here, Young Master Ji, take and eat this,” Huang Xiaolong said, handing out a few ‘Soul-Repairing Talismans’ to Ji Zhengyu.

These ‘Soul-Repairing Talismans’ primarily served to repair a ghost’s soul.

After consuming the Soul-Repairing Talismans, Ji Zhengyu’s shattered head finally returned to its undamaged state, and his ghostly form no longer felt pain.

“Well, Young Master Ji, you’re a ghost now,” Huang Xiaolong said with a chuckle.

“Yes… yes… Master, I… I’m a ghost now…” Ji Zhengyu said in a sorrowful tone.

Clearly, Ji Zhengyu was still very much unaccustomed to the transition from “human” to “ghost.”

“Hahaha~~~ Don’t be sad, I will resurrect you,” Huang Xiaolong laughed.

“Resurrect… But, Master, I… I saw with my own eyes, my body, it was… it was cremated, and the ashes… burried at the back mountain of the Ji Family… Can… I still be alive?” Ji Zhengyu asked despondently.

“To others, this would be impossible, the dead cannot be brought back to life, however… for me, it’s not that difficult,” Huang Xiaolong stretched his limbs.

Resurrecting Ji Zhengyu would be somewhat more difficult than the time he resurrected Ma Chuxia who had died of poisoning.

After all, Ma Chuxia’s body was still warm when she died.

Ji Zhengyu had been dead for several days, his body reduced to mere wisps of smoke.

“Listen, Young Master Ji, at this point, there’s only one way to resurrect you—” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes hardened. “Reincarnation by possessing a corpse!”

“Reincarnation by possessing a corpse? Master… what… what does that mean?” Ji Zhengyu asked in shock.

“How can you be so dense? It means finding a corpse and letting your soul inhabit it to be reborn!” Huang Xiaolong’s gaze shifted outside the window. “Right now, the key issue is finding a corpse that is most compatible with your soul… and ideally, it should be the corpse of an ancient martial artist, so not only could you be reborn, but you could also retain most of the martial arts abilities the deceased had before…”

“Speaking of which, Young Master Ji, would you prefer a male or female body? Considering you’ve been a man for so many years, you might be tired of it. How about I let you be reborn as a woman, what do you think?” Huang Xiaolong teased with a mischievous tone.

“No no no, Master, don’t… don’t play with me… become a woman? I’d rather remain a ghost!” Ji Zhengyu said chillingly.

“Hahahaha~~ Just joking. Don’t worry, there should be plenty of suitable bodies for you at this Dragon Ranking Martial Arts Competition. I’ll pick a good one for you,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

At that moment, Old Master Jin’s voice came from outside. “Teacher, someone is looking for you.”

“Young Master Ji, you stay put here, don’t go floating around,” said Huang Xiaolong before he opened the door and went out.

Outside the door, Old Master Jin wore an ambiguously amused smile. “Teacher, you have an important visitor.”

“Who is it?” Huang Xiaolong frowned.

He heard a woman’s voice, sweet as the song of an oriole, laughing. “Young Master Huang Xiaolong, Miss Hanyan has come to bother you.”

Sure enough, Feng Hanyan, the number one beauty of the ten great ancient martial families, took the initiative to pay him a visit!

At this moment, Feng Hanyan was dressed in Hanfu, walking with a swaying grace, emitting the heart-cleansing fragrance of a maiden. “Young Master Huang Xiaolong, Hanyan has some questions for you.”

Ma Chuxia, Xia Ying, and others watched in astonishment from the sidelines.

They thought to themselves, our Little Long really has a way with the ladies. The untouchable number one beauty of ancient martial arts actually took the initiative to come to his doorstep!

“What do you have to say to me?” Huang Xiaolong asked with a smile.

“This…” Feng Hanyan, accustomed to men flattering her, felt Huang Xiaolong was somewhat indifferent towards her, and a different kind of feeling surged in her heart; she said with a slight pout, “Does Hanyan really annoy Young Master Huang Xiaolong so much?”

After a pause, Feng Hanyan shamelessly said, “Young Master Huang Xiaolong, Hanyan discovered some fun things in the Ancient City. How about you come and play with Hanyan?”

Before Huang Xiaolong could reply, Sun Wei clapped her hands excitedly, “What kind of fun things?”

“Then let’s go have a look,” Huang Xiaolong said with a laugh.

Immediately, Ma Chuxia, Xia Ying, Sun Wei, and Jin Mengqi all whooped with excitement. This Ancient City was very mysterious, and they were extremely curious about it, eager to explore its secrets.

“Everyone going together, Miss Hanyan won’t mind, will she?” Huang Xiaolong’s lips curved slightly upwards.

Feng Hanyan cast a resentful glance at Huang Xiaolong. “No objections.”

The group left the palace.

In the sky, stars were scattered like a game of chess. Beneath the starlight, the Ancient City was filled with an indescribable aura of mystery.

Huang Xiaolong and the others strolled through the Ancient City as if they were window-shopping.

Feng Hanyan walked quietly beside Huang Xiaolong. After a moment of silence, she finally couldn’t help but speak up, “Young Master Huang Xiaolong, earlier Ji Zhengtian behaved disgracefully, molesting a woman in public… that must have been your handiwork, wasn’t it? Although Ji Zhengtian is rather narcissistic, he has always been chaste when it comes to the opposite sex. He would certainly not behave so out of character.”

Huang Xiaolong turned to look at Feng Hanyan, his gaze burning. Feng Hanyan seemed unable to bear his look and quickly averted her eyes.

“I won’t tell you,” Huang Xiaolong said with a tone that could infuriate Feng Hanyan to the point of explosion.

Just then, several bonfires burned brightly ahead, where a large group of young Grandmasters gathered, causing a raucous din alongside a series of booming sounds.

“Young Master Huang Xiaolong, this is one of the fun things we found, come and take a look,” Feng Hanyan shook off her mood and led Huang Xiaolong forward.

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They saw a leather target in front of them, behind which was an earthen wall carved with reliefs.

Part of these reliefs were strange and peculiar symbols and seal scripts.

“Formation?” Huang Xiaolong frowned slightly, muttering to himself, “Are there ancient formations within this Ancient City?”

Besides the symbols and seal script, the earthen wall was densely packed with numerous “ding” (cauldron) patterns, amounting to hundreds or even thousands.

Boom~~!!!!!

A youth, having gathered his True Qi, punched the leather target, and in an instant, numerous “ding” symbols lit up on the earthen wall behind.

“Hahahaha~~~ The strength of 23 dings! Cousin, your ‘Mountain Splitting Palm’ filled with True Qi, possesses the mighty force of 23 dings.”

“Master Huang Xiaolong, we’ve studied it, this target, it can measure a martial artist’s strength.” Feng Hanyan said with a smile. “Those ‘ding’ patterns on the wall, each represents 10,000 jin of strength. One ding, 10,000 strength, we call it ‘the power of one ding’… Presumably, this is a device used many years ago by those who lived in this ancient city to test their strength. It’s truly miraculous! And it measures very accurately!”

“So that’s how it is.” Huang Xiaolong nodded his head in firm agreement, thinking to himself, ‘It seems that this ancient city indeed has a connection to ancient martial arts. I haven’t come across this kind of strength-measuring formation before… interesting, really interesting…’

A group of martial artists were there, testing their strength, thoroughly enjoying themselves as if they had found the most amusing toy.

“It looks like great fun!” Sun Wei and the others had shining eyes of excitement.

“Master Huang Xiaolong, why don’t you give it a try too?” Feng Hanyan said with an inquiring gaze as she looked at Huang Xiaolong.

“Humph! Huang Xiaolong, it’s you again!” came Tang Jian’s voice, filled with arrogance and jealousy.

There he was, standing in front of the leather target, the moonlight shining on his face, his complexion changing between light and dark, his eyes fixed on Huang Xiaolong like those of a starving wolf.

“Heh heh, Young Master Tang, you also came to test your strength?” Huang Xiaolong said slowly. “How many dings can you hit?”

“Hahahaha~~ What’s it to you?” A sly expression flickered in Tang Jian’s eyes. Huang Xiaolong directly oppressed Ji Zhengtian, forcing him to kneel and kowtow, which made Tang Jian start taking Huang Xiaolong seriously.

The martial meeting hadn’t begun yet, so naturally, Tang Jian wouldn’t reveal even a trace of his strength in front of Huang Xiaolong!

The battle of masters is won by those who hold more cards in their hands.

“Rather, it’s you, Huang Xiaolong, why don’t you try testing your strength?” Tang Jian said, feigning nonchalance.

“Tsk~~ You’re quite the wishful thinker,” Ma Chuxia said sarcastically. “You’re trying to gauge Little Long’s abilities, aren’t you? But my Little Long won’t fall for it!”

Xia Ying also said, “Little Long, he wants you to test your strength; just be contrary and don’t satisfy his wish. Let him itch with curiosity and die of frustration!”

“Is it your place to speak?” Tang Jian looked at Huang Xiaolong’s wives, his eyes full of disdain, as if they were ants crawling on the ground. “I don’t even know how you all managed to mix in here. With such weak cultivation, you actually came to watch the Ascending Dragon List Martial Arts Congress… What qualifies you?”

“Don’t underestimate people!” Mengqi had already noticed the animosity between Huang Xiaolong and Tang Jian, and acting on the logic that love for one extends to all associated, she was quick to retort against Tang Jian.

A glint of murderous intent flashed in Tang Jian’s eyes, “You? You’re just a half-step Grandmaster, and yet you dare to prattle on? What’s your cultivation level, and what’s mine? Shut your mouth! In the world of martial arts, might makes right. Without strength, you’re just inviting trouble with your foul mouth!”

“Hey, Young Master Tang, just stop showing off in front of me, do you want to be slapped in the face again?” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

“It’s ridiculous, your few women, with low cultivation, and I’m a Great Grandmaster of ancient martial arts, shouldn’t I comment on them?” Tang Jian said with a cold laugh.

He paused then looked at Ma Chuxia, Mengqi, Sun Wei, and Xia Ying playfully. “How about this, let them test their strength. If they can hit more than 10 dings of power, I’ll consider it my loss.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the surrounding martial artists all let out mocking laughter.

One ding represents 10,000 jin of strength!

The power of ten dings is a colossal force of 100,000 jin!

Generally, once someone becomes a Grandmaster of ancient martial arts, they can unleash more than 10,000 jin of True Qi strength and crush a person from a distance!

However, to hit the power of ten dings, one needs at least 20 to 30 strands of condensed True Qi in their body, combined with martial techniques, to gather the power and strike forcefully.

Huang Xiaolong’s four wives, Ma Chuxia, Xia Ying, Jin Mengqi, and Sun Wei, compared to these young talents from the ancient martial arts families, truly fell short.

Only Ma Chuxia and Xia Ying had managed to condense some True Qi within their bodies, but it was limited in quantity.

There’s no need to mention Jin Mengqi and Sun Wei. As half-Grandmasters, under normal circumstances, if they could exert a few thousand pounds of force, that would be considered quite good.

“Hahaha~~~” Huang Xiaolong couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst into loud laughter. “How about, we make a bet.”

“What a joke! What do you want to bet on?” Tang Jian sneered.

“Sister Bai Hu, go hit the target.” Huang Xiaolong smiled at Sun Wei.

Immediately afterward, Huang Xiaolong’s gaze turned to Tang Jian. “I’ll let Sister Bai Hu test her strength. If she can exert more than the force of 10 cauldrons, then you lose. If not, I lose. Let’s wager something interesting.”

“Pfft~~~Hahahaha~~~~~” Tang Jian burst into uncontrolled laughter, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. “Her? A half-Grandmaster, a frail woman, you bet with me that she can exert the force of 10 cauldrons? Hahahaha~~~~~ Are you dreaming?”

Laughter erupted from all around.

Feng Hanyan also shook her head and whispered to Huang Xiaolong, “Young Master Huang… please don’t… don’t make such jokes…”

“When have I ever joked?” Huang Xiaolong’s expression was as serious as it could possibly be.

“Do you bet or not?” Huang Xiaolong looked at Tang Jian.

“Are you serious about this?” Tang Jian sneered menacingly.

If Huang Xiaolong had chosen Ma Chuxia to test her strength, Tang Jian would have been somewhat apprehensive, given that Ma Chuxia had also condensed more than 20 strands of True Qi. She might indeed be capable of exerting the force of 10 cauldrons.

But Sun Wei?

She truly hadn’t condensed any True Qi!

“Of course, I’m serious.” Huang Xiaolong nodded.

“Fine! I have an ancient martial arts secret manual here, a fragment I acquired last month from an overseas antiques market. Although it is incomplete, it is extremely valuable, and I haven’t had the chance to cultivate it yet…” Tang Jian pulled out a tattered, incomplete sheepskin scroll from his chest, his face held a look of treasure, “What will you wager with me?”

“I have a complete ancient martial arts secret technique, ‘Six Vessel Divine Sword’, which once mastered, is incredibly powerful. I’ll bet that with you.” Ying Aotian, accompanied by Ying Aoshan and a group of Ying Family members, walked over swiftly.

“Oh?” Tang Jian looked at Ying Aotian, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. “Ying Aotian, your cultivation has soared. Turns out you received a complete ancient martial arts secret manual… Good, very good…”

While speaking, Tang Jian’s eyes showed intense greed.

Ying Aotian walked up to Huang Xiaolong’s side and nodded. “Brother-in-law, how could you leave me out of such a fun bet?”

“Ying Aotian, are you serious about this?” Tang Jian licked his lips.

“I have confidence in my brother-in-law. I support and trust him unconditionally in everything he does. Let’s bet. My reputation, Ying Aotian, is known to those present. If we lose, the ‘Six Vessel Divine Sword’ manual will be presented with both hands,” Ying Aotian stated simply.

“Done! We’ll bet! Ying Aotian, you must be out of your mind! She’s a half-Grandmaster, and you believe she can exert a hundred thousand pounds of force?” Tang Jian laughed wildly. “Great, great, even before the martial competition has started, I’ve acquired a complete ancient martial arts secret manual. What fortune, what fortune.”

“Why all the nonsense?” Sun Wei, already eager to try, rubbed her hands together and walked up to the leather target. She took a deep breath, and soon, she gathered all her strength into her right fist!

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