Chapter 10: Divine Might Descends Upon the World

At last, the truth was laid bare. Ye Cheng laughed, laughter spilling from his lips with such joy that the surrounding doctors and nurses, ignorant of the real situation, were moved to tears.

How could he still laugh when death was looming before him?

"My goodness... what a filial son this young man is!"

"Honestly, I don't have the courage to face death so generously. This kid—he's got guts!"

"From now on, he's my idol. A real man!"

As the crowd marveled, Lu Moyan nearly twisted his neck with laughter. He wasn't alone; the happiest person in the room was Xiao Jun.

An innate spiritual body! An innate spiritual body!

His cultivation method was peculiar, relying on the gu worms he released to absorb the spiritual energy of martial artists, thereby elevating his own realm.

Xiao Jun could already envision himself stepping into the Earth Realm.

Only one person wasn't smiling.

Ye Mengxue bit her lower lip, her eyes red, seemingly struggling to hold back her tears. Her beautiful gaze lingered on Ye Cheng, who was laughing heartily, and the hatred in her heart suddenly vanished.

Why was he laughing?

Ye Mengxue couldn't quite define her feelings toward Ye Cheng. There was certainly hatred, but perhaps not as much as she believed—especially seeing him laugh knowing he was about to die.

Was it even a little moving?

Seeing his sister's conflicted expression, Ye Cheng knew the time had come to end this farce.

"I can cure this illness."

The room fell silent, barely three seconds passed before laughter erupted.

"Hahaha, you can cure it?"

Lu Moyan wasn't usually so rash, but now he couldn't restrain himself, laughing wildly.

A beggar from the roadside claiming he could cure cancer?

"Yes, I can."

Ye Cheng offered no explanation, simply walking toward his parents' beds.

"Stop right there!"

Before he could reach them, Lu Moyan stretched out his hand to block Ye Cheng.

"You can cure it? With what? Let me tell you, if it weren't for Xiaoxue letting you in, I would've had you thrown out long ago!"

Lu Moyan squinted at him, as if gazing at an idiot.

"Do you really think you're someone? Do you know who Xiao Jun is? He studied abroad for five years before returning and is hailed as the most promising young Western doctor. And you? What are you, a useless nobody?"

The barrage of insults made Ye Mengxue almost want to laugh, but Ye Cheng's expression remained calm throughout.

Could he really have a way to cure this?

"Stop wasting words with him, Mr. Lu. It's a waste of our precious time. He's just a filthy beggar—how could he possibly know anything about medicine? He's probably delusional."

At that, the bystanders couldn't help but laugh.

Exactly! Someone dressed like a beggar, wishing to cure cancer?

"He must be so terrified of dying that he's lost his mind, trying to cover up his cowardice with this nonsense!"

"I was just praising him for his courage, but I guess I was wrong. A coward will always be a coward."

...

The mocking voices echoed for over a minute before finally quieting.

"Finished laughing? Then I'll begin."

Smack!

The crisp sound of a slap silenced the ward instantly.

Lu Moyan was the one struck, standing in place, clutching his face and staring blankly, disbelief in his eyes.

The mark of the slap was clear, five red fingers etched like a mockery of his distinguished status.

A respected member of a hidden sect, struck by a beggar!

"You... you dare hit me!"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Ye Cheng laughed again.

Smack!

The second slap landed harder than the first, knocking out two of Lu Moyan's front teeth.

The room was dead silent—even the bodyguards Lu Moyan brought, all at the Yellow Realm, failed to react.

Or perhaps, they simply hadn't expected their young master to be hit at this moment—much less by someone who looked like a beggar!

"Protect the young master!"

Someone finally shouted, and the rest snapped out of it, rushing toward Ye Cheng.

"Hyah!"

The leading bodyguard was the strongest, nearing the late stage of the Yellow Realm, and also the team's captain.

He threw a fierce punch at Ye Cheng's head, without any technique.

In his mind, a martial artist Ye Cheng's age would at most be at the mid Yellow Realm, and he was attacking while Ye Cheng was off guard.

He was utterly confident this punch would give Ye Cheng a concussion, or even kill him outright. Why bother with technique?

Some nurses even closed their eyes.

A few timid female nurses trembled in fear, standing far away yet still feeling the force of the punch as it whipped their cheeks painfully.

"Don't!"

Seeing her brother about to be ambushed, Ye Mengxue, despite her endless resentment, instinctively tried to shield him.

No matter what, he's still my brother!

Noticing his sister's change of heart, Ye Cheng's smile this time was truly genuine.

To avoid being disturbed, Ye Cheng chose the simplest method.

"Get lost."

Ye Cheng flicked his shoulder lightly, and a razor-sharp surge of spiritual energy shot toward the captain.

"Ah!!!"

The captain, who had just been brandishing his fist, now spat blood and was sent flying, crashing hard into the hospital wall.

Boom!

Dust settled, and his body was deeply embedded in the wall, his fate uncertain.

Time seemed to freeze. The rest of the bodyguards stared, wide-eyed, at Ye Cheng as if he were a monster.

Did I see that right?

He just shrugged his shoulder and sent the captain flying, mouth full of blood?

Even Lu Moyan, still reeling from two slaps, was secretly thankful it wasn't him on the receiving end.

Terrifying... Who is this man, to produce such a shockwave of spiritual energy without moving his hands?

Xiao Jun was even more excited. As a Profound Realm martial artist, his sensitivity to spiritual energy far surpassed the others.

That surge—at least the concentration of Earth Realm spiritual energy!

And Ye Cheng's own realm? At most, Yellow Realm.

After all, if Jiang City had such a young Earth Realm martial artist, rumors would have spread long ago.

As for that shockwave, Xiao Jun attributed it to some spiritual energy artifact Ye Cheng possessed—a gift from a master, perhaps.

"Kill Ye Cheng, and not only can I step into the Earth Realm, but I'll get a treasure for free?!"

How could such good fortune exist in the world?

In that moment, Xiao Jun regarded Ye Cheng as his destined lucky star, sent by heaven to help him break through and become a mighty figure.

Lost in his daydreams, Xiao Jun didn't notice Ye Cheng had come right up to him.

"You were the one who poisoned my parents, weren't you?"

Xiao Jun's smile froze on his face.