Chapter 9: Qingqiu, Mind Your Manners!

“What’s wrong?” Chu Tian asked as he noticed Wei Qingqiu staring at him with a face full of anger.

Wei Qingqiu was about to accuse Chu Tian of being unbearably arrogant and rude, but she was stopped by Wei Yuansheng.

In truth, Chu Tian was not intentionally being disrespectful. He had long since lost the taste for mundane tea, finding its flavor unappealing. In the past, he had always cultivated spiritual tea himself—leaves grown in fields nourished by spiritual energy. Just a single sip of that tea would prolong one’s life and bring a sense of tranquility and delight.

As for the cup before him now, though its fragrance was rich, it was merely ordinary tea of the mortal world—completely unworthy of Chu Tian’s regard.

Wei Yuansheng, too, felt somewhat embarrassed. The tea he had so carefully prepared was not to Chu Tian’s liking. He did not take it as a slight, but rather blamed himself for not being a better host, feeling that he had tarnished the Wei family’s honor.

“Hmph.” Wei Qingqiu let out a cold snort, her proud chest rising and falling as she suppressed her fury. If it weren’t for her grandfather’s illness, she might already have lost her patience and decided to teach this insolent youth a lesson. Did Chu Tian truly think that just because he knew a bit of medicine, he could look down on everyone and treat the Wei family with such disregard?

“Hahaha, Mr. Chu, you are indeed a forthright man. Then I shall dispense with further formalities,” Wei Yuansheng laughed heartily. “Last time, you mentioned you could completely cure my lung cancer. May I ask what remedy you have in mind?”

“Now, use your full strength and punch me,” Chu Tian suddenly stood and spoke these baffling words.

“This…” Wei Yuansheng was momentarily taken aback, unable to fathom Chu Tian’s intentions. But he was soon urged on.

“Strike.”

“Very well, then forgive my offense,” Wei Yuansheng said, rising to his feet and taking a deep breath. A formidable aura radiated from him, and his presence grew sharp and imposing. In the next instant, he clenched his fist and drove it toward Chu Tian’s chest. The force of the blow was so powerful that it created a sonic boom in the air, hurtling straight at Chu Tian.

Wei Yuansheng was a martial artist in the later stage of inner strength cultivation. A single punch from him could split mountains and shatter stones. If he hadn’t known that Chu Tian was extraordinary, he would never have dared attack so rashly.

Yet, Chu Tian neither dodged nor evaded. He simply raised his palm to meet Wei Yuansheng’s punch head-on.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided. The punch, which moments ago seemed so mighty, now felt like a withered branch in Chu Tian’s grasp—deflected with ease.

Wei Yuansheng’s pupils contracted sharply. He had already witnessed Chu Tian’s strength when he defeated Wang Jiulong, but he had never imagined that Chu Tian’s power could reach such a level.

To receive a full-force punch from a late-stage inner strength master with a single bare hand—what kind of cultivation did one need to possess such mastery? Could it be that Chu Tian had already ascended to the level of Grandmaster?

And yet, he was so young!

An eighteen-year-old Grandmaster—in all the vast history of martial arts, not only in this country but perhaps in the world, such a prodigy had never been seen!

Chu Tian was undoubtedly a true master, one whom Wei Yuansheng had underestimated. Even though he had already regarded Chu Tian highly, he now realized he had still failed to grasp the youth’s true depth.

“How… how is this possible?” Wei Qingqiu was equally dumbfounded, her delicate lips parted in shock, wide enough to fit a quail egg.

She had always admired her grandfather’s strength, but never imagined that among her peers, there could exist someone who could rival—or rather, surpass—her grandfather.

How ridiculous! Moments ago, she had even thought to teach Chu Tian a lesson. She now felt utterly foolish.

At that moment, Chu Tian released Wei Yuansheng’s fist and smiled calmly. It was rare to see such astonishment on Wei Qingqiu’s face. In his past life, when they had met, the Wei family had already suffered great misfortune, and Wei Qingqiu’s character had grown cold and distant. Unexpectedly, she too could show such a side, and Chu Tian couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

“Mr. Chu, you are truly a divine man. I am deeply ashamed of my own inferiority!” Wei Yuansheng exclaimed in awe. From that brief exchange, he knew he was no match for Chu Tian.

Fortunately, he had managed to form a bond of goodwill with Chu Tian. Otherwise, the Wei family would have faced a nightmare if such a man became their enemy.

“The lungs are the source of qi. Your illness is no longer a serious matter. Once you take my Vital Energy Pill, you will soon recover,” Chu Tian explained. “However, I am still missing a few medicinal ingredients and cannot concoct the pill immediately.”

“Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Chu! If you are missing any ingredients, please write a list—my Wei family will spare no effort to find them.”

Wei Yuansheng’s joy was so great that his voice trembled. “As long as you can cure me, I am willing to give you half of the Wei family’s fortune—I will not go back on my word!”

Though the Wei family was a powerful clan of Tianmen City, they had many enemies in secret. As long as Wei Yuansheng lived, those enemies dared not act rashly. But if he died, they would surely pounce. In his previous life, the Wei family was annihilated by their foes soon after Wei Yuansheng passed away—no doubt, this was a significant reason.

If Chu Tian could cure his lung cancer, he would not only save Wei Yuansheng’s life, but rescue the entire Wei family from disaster!

“Grandfather, please don’t get carried away. Lung cancer is an incurable disease. How can Mr. Chu make such a promise so easily?” Wei Qingqiu frowned, afraid her grandfather, desperate for a cure, might fall prey to a charlatan.

“Qingqiu, mind your manners!” Wei Yuansheng turned and rebuked her.

It was not entirely Wei Qingqiu’s fault, after all. Lung cancer was considered incurable, and many swindlers had come to their door under the guise of healers. Though Chu Tian’s martial arts were formidable, that did not guarantee his medical skills matched his martial prowess.

Yet Wei Yuansheng firmly believed Chu Tian was not deceiving him. He knew his own body best. For months, he had suffered constant, agonizing pain, especially at night. Since Chu Tian had unblocked his meridians, the pain had greatly diminished. This was the foundation of his trust.

“Elder Wei, the cultivation technique you practice is incomplete, and the method of circulating qi is flawed. Years of accumulated evil qi in your lungs have ultimately led to cancer,” Chu Tian explained, ignoring Wei Qingqiu’s doubts. “When you practice your technique each day, do you not feel a dull pain in your sea of qi, accompanied by a blocked, turbulent energy within?”

“You are absolutely right, sir. I obtained this technique purely by chance, and it was only a partial scroll. That I could reach the late stage of inner strength was already a stroke of luck!” Wei Yuansheng hurriedly nodded, no longer doubting Chu Tian’s medical prowess.

At this, Wei Qingqiu’s beautiful eyes narrowed in shock. Outsiders could not possibly know such secrets—could Chu Tian truly have deduced her grandfather’s condition just by understanding his method of cultivating qi?

What level of medical skill—and martial cultivation—would one need to make such a pronouncement?