Chapter 75: The Physician of the Dao—Healing the Heart, Not the Body
Mingkui.
That name.
It stirred memories from Lu Qingfei’s childhood.
She was seven that winter—a bitter, biting cold. Snowflakes drifted in silence, laying a thin quilt over the park. A bleak wind swept past, scraping the skin of every passerby.
The young Lu Qingfei clasped her knees, burying her face in her arms, as the chill wind tossed her hair in wild disarray.
She heard the soft, rustling footsteps approaching.
Lu Qingfei lifted her head. Before her stood someone dressed in—
Kagari, who had been sitting behind with her head bowed in dejection, immediately looked up upon hearing the command. Arthur, too, turned in astonishment.
“Who am I? You’ll know in due time. Rest assured, I won’t disappoint you. When my wings are fully grown, I’ll be your greatest rival!” Kuang Tianming laughed heartily toward the sky and strode away.
He ran forward in great strides. Nidoking, curious about this burly new opponent, was surprised to find that after withstanding his attack, the other showed no intention to strike back. It was truly baffling.
Kagari bit her lip and fell silent. Here it was again. “Don’t hate, because hate is wrong—so let it go,” they say to those who cry out in agony. Yet, who could utter such words?
Watching her family die before her, all a fourteen-year-old could do was collapse helplessly to the side. Two years later—she was no longer that weak child.
Meanwhile, Moe Ling’s Mawile also wore a MEGA evolution accessory. As soon as Mawile appeared, it immediately underwent MEGA evolution. While its appearance changed little, its strength leaped to a new level.
To say that the senior officials of the Longxi Provincial Committee feared the Zhao Corporation or Zhao Santai—clearly, that was unlikely.
The Grand Empress Dowager fixed her gaze on her son, then suddenly dealt a fierce slap. The sharp sound left everyone stunned; even Governor Xi, weeping moments before, looked up in shock.
Nie Zhenbang listened to these words and laughed bitterly in rage. “The pitiful must have done something to be hated,” he thought. There was no need to show these two any mercy.
Yang Wangkui, for his part, was now quite willing to handle matters for Wang Zhenyu. In his view, the more important tasks the higher-ups entrusted to you, the more they demonstrated their trust. This was no time for selfish thoughts—do the job well, and a bright future would await.
What Zhang Yifan recounted were events from the previous life. If history remained unchanged, the first three legions to advance to super legion status should not change.
The vast parking lot fell silent once more. Chen Zhifan used his magic to envelop his spirit, ensuring that, this time, no one would detect his presence in the underground garage.
Li Kui’s action left everyone dumbfounded. They exchanged glances for a while before some followed him out of the hospital room.
Yet Chen Feng knew he must not lose consciousness in the hallucination. To fall unconscious here meant death—there would be no waking as in reality.
With a gulp, Masao Rokaku couldn’t help but swallow. With a single thought, he could cause a specially forged tungsten steel dart, resistant for a hundred years, to rot away. Clearly, this was no ordinary feat.
He made no reply to his doppelganger’s triumphant words. He forced himself to stay awake, focusing intently on gathering the immortal energy within.
And this colossal, fortress-like beast, as if cast from molten iron, loomed in the darkness. Even motionless, it was a powerful assault on the eyes—a shock to the soul.
With this in mind, Zhang Yiming regained his composure. His eyes betrayed a hint of ease. No matter what challenges arose, he knew one must maintain a relaxed mind to keep a clear head.
“Do the Xiongnu not realize the consequences of this, or have they simply ceased to care about Guihua City?” Chen Zhan pressed further, clearly dissatisfied with Zhao Xi at that moment.