A night passed.
Du Fei exhaled a turbid breath and slowly opened his eyes.
His Myriad Manifestations Art seemed to have hit a bottleneck. For several consecutive days, no matter how he cultivated, the true qi within his body showed no increase whatsoever.
This had never happened in the past three years.
Could it be that he had already cultivated to the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm?
Thinking of this, Du Fei couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.
The Myriad Manifestations Art was divided into five major realms: Foundation Establishment, Innate, Grandmaster, Transcendent Saint, and Shattering the Void.
Each realm possessed different divine abilities and extraordinary powers.
For instance, Du Fei, being only at the lowest level of Foundation Establishment, already possessed strength surpassing ordinary humans and incredibly robust physical fitness.
Ascending to the Innate realm, once Du Fei broke through, he would gain another divine ability of the Myriad Manifestations Art.
Du Fei looked forward to the impending changes.
However, anticipation aside, Du Fei's most pressing concern was to resolve the issue of his true qi no longer increasing.
In fact, Du Fei had already planned what he would do before he was released from prison.
It was precisely because he had a plan in mind that Du Fei had refused Gong Chengbin's invitation.
With everything at home gradually returning to normal, Du Fei finally had the time to do what he wanted.
After having breakfast with his family, Du Fei took a car to Renxin Hall.
"Boss Hu."
As soon as Du Fei entered Renxin Hall, he saw Hu Weiguo engrossed in reading a medical book.
As the owner of Renxin Hall, unless there were particularly special patients, he no longer needed to personally attend to them.
Hu Weiguo was a bibliophile, his greatest pleasure being the study of ancient medical texts.
"Mr. Du, why have you come? Please, come in, come in."
Upon seeing Du Fei, a smile appeared on Hu Weiguo's usually stoic face.
He then emerged from behind the counter and personally led Du Fei to the backyard of Renxin Hall.
"Boss Hu, there's no need to be so formal. You are much older than I am, so please just call me Du Fei."
Watching Hu Weiguo boil water to make tea for him, Du Fei felt a bit embarrassed.
Hu Weiguo poured tea into the cup before Du Fei, then put down the teapot and said, "Mr. Du, as the saying goes, one's learning is not limited by age, but by mastery. Your medical skills are so impressive that even my master respects you. Therefore, you are absolutely worthy of being called 'Mr. Du'."
Looking at Hu Weiguo's earnest demeanor, Du Fei knew he couldn't persuade him otherwise.
Furthermore, he knew Hu Weiguo to be a man of conviction, so Du Fei simply let it be, as it was merely a form of address.
"My master is busy with something today. If he knew you were coming, he would be very happy."
Du Fei smiled, "I originally had something I wanted to ask of Elder Wang. However, since he's not here, asking Boss Hu is just as good."
"Oh, really? Is there something I can help Mr. Du with? Please, just say it."
Hu Weiguo was surprised by Du Fei's words.
In his opinion, Du Fei was a medical master whom even his own master looked up to. What capability did he have to assist such a person?
But since Du Fei had said so, there must be a reason.
"It's like this, I want to open a Chinese medicine clinic, but I'm not very familiar with this area. So, I've come today to trouble Boss Hu for his help."
Du Fei revealed his thoughts.
In fact, opening a Chinese medicine clinic was an idea Du Fei had harbored for a long time.
Firstly, Du Fei wanted to use his medical skills to help more people in need.
Secondly, when his ancestor passed down the Myriad Manifestations Art to him, he had also left behind a dying injunction for him to practice medicine for the people and temper his heart in the mortal world.
"Haha! Du Fei, are you serious? Then I must thank you on behalf of all the people in the world."
Before Hu Weiguo could reply, a voice, slightly aged but full of vigor, rang out.
The two turned their heads and saw Wang Qiyang walking over with a smile. Beside him stood a girl.
The girl was about twenty years old, with a delicate and pretty face. Although she wore no makeup, her innocence and purity were even more pronounced because of it.
"Elder Wang."
"Master."
Du Fei and Hu Weiguo both stood up.
Wang Qiyang made a gesture to Du Fei, signaling him to sit down.
Then, Wang Qiyang sat down directly beside Du Fei, while Hu Weiguo remained standing behind him.
With his master present, it was only natural for a disciple to stand by his side; it was the most basic courtesy.
"Du Fei, actually, I wanted to invite you to practice medicine at Renxin Hall last time, even if it was only once a month."
"But now that you have your own plans, that's even better."
"The future of Chinese medicine rests on your shoulders!"
Wang Qiyang's face was filled with excitement, his tone unable to contain his enthusiasm.
For him, the propagation of Chinese medicine was his lifelong aspiration.
"Grandpa! Is this the divine doctor you were talking about? He looks only a few years older than me. He's not a con artist, is he?"
The girl, who had been standing behind Wang Qiyang, suddenly spoke.
From the moment she entered, the girl had been staring at Du Fei.
Moreover, Du Fei sensed a hint of hostility in the girl's gaze.
However, since she had come with Wang Qiyang, Du Fei, though curious about why she was hostile towards him, merely glanced at her twice before disregarding her.
"Zhong Ling! You are too rude! How has Grandpa taught you since you were little? Apologize to Du Fei immediately!"
Wang Qiyang's originally smiling face turned frosty due to his granddaughter's words.
As for Hu Weiguo, who was also standing behind Wang Qiyang with the girl, he glared at her angrily.
"Grandpa! I know you've dedicated your life to developing Chinese medicine, but you have to face reality. Look at all the Western hospitals everywhere. When people get sick, their first reaction is to go there. How many people will come to a Chinese medicine clinic?
"Besides, based on the medical knowledge I've acquired, Western medicine is far more advanced than Chinese medicine.
"So, Grandpa, if you insist on me apologizing, I will definitely obey you as your granddaughter, but it won't be from the heart."
Despite facing Wang Qiyang's frosty demeanor and Hu Weiguo's angry glare, the girl remained composed and spoke eloquently.
However, she was somewhat surprised that Du Fei showed no sign of anger even after being called a con artist. Well, he must be faking it, she thought to herself.
The girl's name was Wang Zhongling, Wang Qiyang's granddaughter.
Wang Zhongling's parents had entered business early and achieved financial freedom over a decade ago, currently residing abroad.
They had invited Wang Qiyang to join them many times, but the old man had refused his children's kind offer, citing his discomfort with life abroad.
Although Wang Zhongling was Wang Qiyang's only granddaughter, she did not inherit his legacy in Chinese medicine. Instead, she graduated from a top medical school abroad with grades that broke the institution's historical records.
She had originally intended to accept an offer from a world-leading pharmaceutical group. However, her parents greatly wished to reunite with Wang Qiyang abroad, so Wang Zhongling volunteered to undertake the task of persuading her grandfather.