"This technique..."

The Jinhua Saint’s gaze was heavy.

"Is there a problem?" Chuzheng asked.

"Seems like I’ve seen it somewhere..." The Jinhua Saint thought for a moment but couldn’t figure it out. He continued, "You said he didn’t initially notice his meridians were damaged, that it only appeared later?"

"Yes."

"His meridians were shattered from the inside, meaning someone left Inner Strength in his body. When he uses his own Inner Strength, a clash occurs, resulting in his meridians being shattered by himself."

And this method isn’t a one-time deal.

It’s the repeated use of Inner Strength, bit by bit, that has caused this damage.

"Is there a cure?"

"..." The Jinhua Saint glanced at Chuzheng, thinking this girl speaks interestingly; he’s not dead yet, what’s there to cure.

"It can be repaired, but even if it is, his strength won’t return to its former state."

"As long as there’s a cure."

"But you need to be prepared; to heal him, you’ll need many rare treasures, supported by a lot of wealth."

Chuzheng’s eyes brightened: "Fengman Building may not have much else, but it’s rich."

The Jinhua Saint: "..."

You think I don’t know Fengman Building?

Since Chuzheng said so, the Jinhua Saint didn’t argue further and began treating Man Yue.

Right now, it’s just the basics; the follow-up will be tricky.

Chuzheng was sent out of the room, and two hours later, the Jinhua Saint emerged: "I’ll come again tomorrow, meanwhile prepare these items."

The Jinhua Saint handed over a list, and Chuzheng glanced briefly; indeed, they were all expensive medicinal herbs.

And in large quantities.

"Senior," Chuzheng called out to the Jinhua Saint: "He can’t feel pain; do you know the reason?"

"Hmm?" The Jinhua Saint recalled that young man, who showed no signs of pain throughout; he thought the boy had an incredible tolerance... but he really couldn’t feel it?

The Jinhua Saint pondered, then said, "Some people are born without a sense of pain... In my youth, I met one such person; he felt no pain at all."

"He used to be able to feel it."

"Then it can only be due to an accident or human intervention," the Jinhua Saint said, "But if it’s man-made, it’s extremely ruthless and not commonly known, mainly used for death warriors."

What kind of accident could make someone lose all sensation of pain?

Chuzheng leaned more towards human intervention...

But who could be so cruel to do this?

However, looking at Man Yue, everything seemed off...

Chuzheng suppressed her doubts and escorted the Jinhua Saint out.

Before leaving, the Jinhua Saint asked Chuzheng: "You’re really willing to hand Feng Hanyuan over to me?"

Chuzheng maintained a bland expression: "Whatever the Jinhua Saint sees fit."

The original host had been so deceived by that scumbag; it’s time to collect some interest.

The Jinhua Saint gave Chuzheng a strange look, then swiftly left.

"Tower Master, do you think there’s a grudge between the Jinhua Saint and the previous Tower Master?" Xi Nan said, leaning in for some gossip.

Chuzheng: "How should I know."

Xi Nan rubbed his chin: "I’ll go find out."

Chuzheng glanced at him but didn’t stop him. She wanted to know too, but couldn’t show it; after all, people in power care about their reputation.

Chuzheng handed Feng Hanyuan over to the Jinhua Saint. Judging by the Jinhua Saint’s demeanor, he wasn’t planning to have a cordial conversation with Feng Hanyuan over drinks.

The group wouldn’t dare ask the Jinhua Saint for Feng Hanyuan and could only grit their teeth to the side.

"Fong Chuzheng really dares to do such a thing, sacrificing kinship for justice—it’s quite impressive."

"If I had a father like that, I would want to kill him too."

"Do you even have a father?"

"Get lost!!"

"Speaking of, is there any bad blood between the Jinhua Saint and Feng Hanyuan?"

"Never heard of any feud between them."

"You don’t know, do you? The Jinhua Saint used to have a disciple..."

Although it happened nearly a decade ago, there were indeed those in the know.

According to insiders, the Jinhua Saint’s former disciple was not only beautiful but also talented.

Originally set to inherit the Jinhua Saint’s legacy, but then she met Feng Hanyuan.

Everyone knew Feng Hanyuan’s character well; seeing such a beauty, would he just let her go?

Feng Hanyuan wasn’t known for being faithful—he soon tired of the beauty and turned his attention elsewhere.

"...In the end, that girl committed suicide."

The crowd was astonished.

"How come I didn’t know the Jinhua Saint had such a disciple?" someone questioned.

Most people here weren’t novices; they had been roaming the martial world for over a decade, yet had never heard of any disciple of the Jinhua Saint’s.

"Do you know if the Jinhua Saint has a disciple now?" The gossip spreader retorted.

The crowd: "..."

If not for seeing it with their own eyes that day, they really wouldn’t have known.

Though the Jinhua Saint was famous, he was low-profile; it’s not like he would loudly announce receiving a disciple to the world.

And those saved by the Jinhua Saint cherish their Grateful Heart and wouldn’t spread his affairs.

Xi Nan shared the gossip he’d heard with Chuzheng, who showed no expression, seeming entirely uninterested in gossip.

In reality, she felt nothing inside.

After all, it was just another of Feng Hanyuan’s romantic escapades, nothing new.

Feng Hanyuan was now at the Jinhua Saint’s place, who knows what the Jinhua Saint might do to him, but it was none of Chuzheng’s concern.

All she cared about was the Good Person Card.

"Tower Master, aren’t we participating in the final bouts?" Xi Nan shifted the topic to the last two days of the competition.

"You want to go?"

"Not really, but we should make a name for Fengman Building, otherwise people might think we’re easy to bully, coming to trouble us every so often—it’s bothersome."

Xin Yu was interested in joining, but for such a competition, he wasn’t up to par.

Xi Nan...

Forget it, he’s not suited for fighting.

Chuzheng didn’t care about making a name, but Xi Nan’s final remark seemed sensible.

If you want to avoid trouble, you have to let people know you’re not to be trifled with.

Time to beat up those guys again and settle some scores.

"Let’s go."

Chuzheng waved her hand grandly.

"Fengman Building can’t be seen as weak; Tower Master’s so mighty, we... Eh?"

Did the Tower Master just say "go"?

Chuzheng took Xi Nan to the martial arts arena.

There were still people challenging in the arena, and when Chuzheng arrived, those on the periphery shifted uncomfortably. Seeing Chuzheng made their faces twinge.

Chuzheng walked straight to the innermost area, arms crossed, watching the people on stage.

The crowd saw her standing there, not expressing anything, so they turned their attention back to the stage.

"Tower Master, let’s challenge the top twenty," Xi Nan suggested, noting that getting into the top twenty would be impressive.

Chuzheng snatched the booklet from Xi Nan’s hand, which contained the latest rankings, the ink barely dry.

Chuzheng scanned it quickly and tossed it back to Xi Nan, seemingly without choosing anyone.