The old man with the goatee sneered, finding the use of such base tactics against him utterly naive. His physical body was robust, and his protective immortal energy was immensely potent. Even ordinary immortal artifacts struggled to breach his defenses, leaving him entirely unfazed by such soft, powerless attacks.
Of course, given his status, he would not allow a mere nobody to succeed with an attack.
However.
Though the kicked foot was not fast, it contained an indescribable power that he was utterly unable to block.
What terrified him even more was that neither his protective immortal energy nor his formidable physique could stop this kick. His little brother suffered a devastating blow.
*Crack!*
The sound of shattered eggs echoed.
The smile on the goatee old man’s face instantly froze. His pupils dilated, his body contorted into a shrimp shape, and his mouth gaped wide enough to swallow a fist.
Clutching his groin, he collapsed heavily onto the ground, letting out an ear-splitting scream.
“Old pervert, satisfied now?”
Ji Mo snorted coldly, having the utmost hatred for such shameless scoundrels who preyed on the vulnerable.
Therefore, he showed no mercy, directly crippling the goatee old man with a single kick, ensuring he would only be able to squat to urinate for the rest of his life.
The surrounding males, witnessing this scene, felt their scalps go numb and instinctively clenched their thighs.
Some, looking at the goatee old man writhing and howling on the ground, felt an immense sense of satisfaction, believing that such despicable individuals deserved their retribution.
“This young lad is still too young, unaware of the world’s dangers. It’s not easy to be a good person; meddling in others’ affairs only invites ruin.”
Someone in the crowd sneered, for he knew the goatee old man’s identity. Ji Mo’s crippling of him meant he had no chance of survival.
Those nearby inquired curiously, “What, is this old man of distinguished status, with a great background?”
“The old man’s status is not much, but he has a good son who is now the Buddha Son of this generation of Little Thunderclap Temple. His son’s prestige reflects on him, and everyone on the entire Bliss Plateau gives this old man some face.”
“So what if he’s a Buddha Son? All beings are equal before Buddha. Although this is Little Thunderclap Temple’s territory, they must still reason, right?”
“Heh, reason? It’s best to pray that Little Thunderclap Temple doesn’t reason with you. Little Thunderclap Temple is best at convincing people with reason. Do you know what happens if Little Thunderclap Temple reasons with you? At best, you’ll be converted and take refuge; at worst, you’ll believe yourself deeply sinful and commit suicide to atone.”
“Ah… that’s too terrifying!”
The conversation between the two was overheard by those nearby, causing a stir.
Soon, people looked at Ji Mo with sympathy, sighing.
Good deeds go unrewarded; what kind of world is this?
Some, with a glint in their eyes, surrounded Ji Mo, righteously denouncing him for cruelly ambushing an old man, calling him inhuman.
Then, feigning kindness, they took the goatee old man away for treatment, determined to curry favor.
Certain ugly aspects of human nature were vividly displayed at this moment.
Ji Mo paid no mind to these petty individuals, already carefully examining the child in the young woman’s arms.
The child’s eyes were tightly shut, his breath faint, and his small face devoid of color, clearly in a critical condition.
“Sister, don’t worry. The child is not in serious trouble; I’ll just give him a few needles.”
Ji Mo comforted the weeping woman, took out silver needles from his embrace, and began the treatment.
“Sir, can you truly save my child?”
The woman stopped her tears, grabbed Ji Mo’s arm excitedly, and her eyes shone with hope.
“This little one cannot be saved.”
Someone nearby poured cold water, stating bluntly, “The child’s condition has been prolonged for so long that his vital energy has weakened, and his lamp is almost extinguished. Unless he takes a heaven-defying immortal medicine like the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill, there might be a sliver of hope. To say a few needles will fix it means you’re either a quack or bragging…”
However, before this person could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud cry.
In this short while, Ji Mo had finished the treatment and retrieved the silver needles.
The child had awakened from his昏迷, his face rosy, and he was crying loudly.
And his cries grew stronger, his voice full of vigor. He showed no signs of being at the brink of death.
The person who had poured cold water was dumbfounded. He had some knowledge of medicine and knew this was not a final surge of energy but a true recovery.
Moreover, his blood energy was exceptionally abundant, and his life force was incredibly vigorous.
“Miraculous healing, divine skill!”
His gaze towards Ji Mo instantly became one of immense admiration.
“That’s wonderful, my son is alright, my son’s illness is truly cured.”
The young woman, overcome with joy, hugged her child and was about to kowtow to Ji Mo in thanks, but he stopped her.
With a healer’s compassion, helping others was also a source of happiness for Ji Mo.
“Divine Doctor, I beg you to save my life.”
“Divine Doctor, if you are willing to treat me, I will be your servant for life to repay your kindness.”
…
The surrounding crowd surged, encircling Ji Mo and pleading incessantly.
Most of them suffered from difficult and complicated illnesses and had come specifically to seek medical treatment. However, the masters in the temple only treated one person each day, and they saved whoever paid more, causing them immense suffering.
Now, in Ji Mo, they saw hope.
Ji Mo sighed. He happened to have some herbal pills he had made during his travels out of boredom, so he took them out and distributed them to everyone.
Afterward, he mounted his four-unlike-one beast and quickly left the area.
“A single herbal pill, is the Divine Doctor dismissing us casually?”
Someone looked puzzled, believing Ji Mo was not serious about treating them.
The herbal pills were the size of a finger, crudely made, and unremarkable. Apart from a faint medicinal fragrance, they seemed unrelated to any elixirs.
“Hmph, a physician of this caliber would charge exorbitant fees for a house call. How could he stoop to treat us? He’s just using worthless herbal pills to placate us for the sake of reputation.”
Someone, furious, threw the pill he held onto the ground and then stomped it into a pulp.
He did not believe such shoddy items could cure illnesses.
“Exactly, treating illness requires prescribing the right medicine for the condition. He’s giving everyone the same pill; his intentions are impure.”
Many others, filled with righteous anger, also stomped their pills into a pulp.
“You are talking nonsense and don’t recognize a kind heart. Sir is not that kind of person.”
The young woman could not stand these people insulting Ji Mo and vehemently retorted.
Ji Mo had stood up for her and gratuitously cured her child. How could she allow these ungrateful wretches to tarnish such a benevolent soul’s reputation?
“I believe in the Divine Doctor.”
Someone directly swallowed the pill, supporting Ji Mo with his actions.
Before long, a radiant glow emanated from him, and vital energy surged forth. The chronic ailment that had plagued him for years was quickly and completely eliminated.
Living proof demonstrated that this unremarkable herbal pill possessed astonishing efficacy.
Others were immensely excited and successively swallowed the herbal pills, their bodily ailments gradually dissipating.
“The medicinal properties of these herbal pills are likely no less than those of the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill!”
Someone with knowledge made this judgment.
The crowd was in an uproar. To casually give away so many herbal pills comparable to the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill was an act of immense generosity!
The Divine Doctor was truly a living Bodhisattva, leaving without a trace after his good deeds, not even leaving his name.
As for those who had stomped the herbal pills into pieces, their intestines turned green with regret, wishing they could slap themselves.
They had judged a gentleman with the heart of a villain and ultimately suffered the consequences, harming themselves.