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Chapter 422: Jin’s Martial Arts Hall

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Jin’s Martial Arts Hall

Xiao Yifeng had delivered the medicinal herbs he purchased to Kuang Shi, and then returned to his villa, entering his room to once again continue the practice of the Raging Flame Control Technique.

If he wanted to help Yun Yan’er alleviate the danger of the Yin Sha Meridian, he must concoct a specific elixir, which required mastering a portion of the Crimson Earthfire. Only with such control could he possibly craft the elixir.

Xiao Yifeng’s eyes tightly shut, his hands folded in front of him, his body exuding bursts of scorching aura, raising the temperature of the room without anyone realizing it.

In Tianhai, inside a hotel, a group of people walked in, led by a tall, straight-figured middle-aged man dressed in a black martial arts uniform, with thick eyebrows and a sharp look in his eyes.

The ten or so men following him all had a calm aura, their eyes shimmering with brilliance, and an extraordinary presence, yet the group didn’t seem Chinese, but rather like people from Goryeo.

The group went directly to the elevator and arrived outside a presidential suite in the hotel, pressing the doorbell.

Soon the door opened, revealing the figure of Jin Xianwu.

"Father, you have finally arrived!"

Jin Xianwu, with an excited expression, said to the middle-aged man, who was none other than his father, Jin Yuanshi, the renowned master of Jin’s Martial Arts Hall in Goryeo.

"Hmm."

Jin Yuanshi nodded and walked straight inside.

In the suite, Jin Yuanzhong was sitting on the bed, his right leg already wrapped in layers of plaster.

"Big brother!"

Jin Yuanzhong opened his mouth to call out to Jin Yuanshi as he saw him.

"How is your leg?"

Jin Yuanshi frowned slightly looking at Jin Yuanzhong’s leg, his face somewhat solemn.

"Not bad, but the bone inside is broken in many places, and it will take a long time to recover. Moreover, I’m afraid that even after it heals, this leg won’t be of much use anymore."

Jin Yuanzhong’s eyes flashed with a trace of sorrow. For practitioners of the Prime Martial Path, their legs were their most powerful weapons. Once injured, they were virtually ruined.

"Father, you must teach that damned guy a good lesson for my second uncle. Definitely don’t let him get away with it."

Jin Xianwu’s face turned cold, his eyes flashing with an angry glare as he spoke.

"I will handle this matter, but there are other important things to do right now."

Jin Yuanshi spoke with a grave tone.

"Other things? What things?"

Jin Xianwu looked puzzled, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Our Jin’s Martial Arts Hall is preparing to establish the Yuan Martial Path’s Martial Arts Hall in China, and Tianhai is our first target. To successfully make a name for the Prime Martial Path in China..."

"...we plan to challenge Tianhai’s most famous martial arts hall, Chen Family Martial Arts Hall, using this opportunity to make a name for the Prime Martial Path and let people recognize its prowess, thereby establishing our Martial Arts Hall."

Jin Yuanshi asserted heavily.

Jin Yuanzhong didn’t seem too surprised by what Jin Yuanshi said, clearly knowing this already, as his visit to Tianhai was also for this purpose.

As for Jin Xianwu, a look of shock flashed in his eyes, "Father, if it’s like this, are we confident about winning?"

"Of course. We’ve decided this challenge will be between the younger generations, where both sides will send their young disciples to fight and see whose strength is greater," Jin Yuanshi explained.

Jin Xianwu’s complexion changed slightly, "Father, this Chen Xiu of Chen Family Martial Arts Hall is very skilled in martial arts. When I faced him, I couldn’t withstand three moves. If the young disciples are to fight, I’m afraid..."

"Don’t worry, I won’t send any disciples from our Jin’s Martial Arts Hall this time for the younger generation,"

Jin Yuanshi said indifferently.

"Not sending our martial arts hall’s disciples? Then who will you send?"

Jin Xianwu wore a puzzled and perplexed expression.

"Chairman Li Zongchang’s three closed-door disciples will come to Tianhai personally tomorrow to face the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall’s disciples!"

"Chairman Li Zongchang’s disciples!"

Jin Xianwu’s face showed shock, and once again a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

This Li Zongchang was a Grandmaster of the Prime Martial Path from Goryeo and also the chairman of the Yuan Martial Path Association, a top-notch master of a generation in Goryeo.

His disciples, one by one, were geniuses of the Prime Martial Path with extraordinary strength. It was unexpected that this time Li Zongchang would send three disciples to China.

"Establishing the Prime Martial Path in China was a decision made after consultation between your grandfather and Chairman Li, which is why Chairman Li will send three closed-door disciples here, all to win this victory and establish the Prime Martial Path martial arts hall in China,"

Jin Yuanshi spoke up.

"With Chairman Li’s disciples taking action, there will definitely be no problem. It’s just right to help me properly teach Chen Xiu a lesson for the humiliation he has brought me."

Jin Xianwu’s expression was cold as he hummed, his eyes flickering with a sinister light.

In the afternoon, all the medical professors from Tianhai City People’s Hospital, including the masters of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, gathered in a ward, causing the entire hospital to buzz.

The reason for such a commotion was the arrival of a high-profile patient with a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. The patient was not just anyone; he was Cai Guosheng, the provincial leader of Jiangnan Province, the top figure in the Jiangnan region.

Because of Cai Guosheng’s powerful identity, the entire Tianhai’s renowned medical professors came together, all to diagnose and treat Cai Guosheng.

In this ward, an elderly man with a pale face lay on the bed with an oxygen mask, in critical condition. Beside him, Han Jianbin, Chang Qingshan, and others were examining him.

There was also a middle-aged man in a suit with a solemn face full of worry, and a young man dressed in finery, exuding arrogance. These two were Cai Guosheng’s son, Cai Kangwei, and grandson, Cai Pengfei.

"President Han, what are you waiting for? Perform the surgery immediately!"

Cai Kangwei urgently asked Han Jianbin.

"Mr. Cai, Secretary Cai suffered an acute cerebral hemorrhage, and multiple blood vessels have ruptured. There’s already a substantial area of brain congestion and blockage; the situation is very serious. If we were to operate now, the success rate would be less than thirty percent!"

Han Jianbin said with a heavy look in his eyes.

"What? Less than thirty percent? How could this be? Aren’t you the president of the Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association? I specifically transferred my father here from Suhang."

Cai Kangwei’s face was very unsightly as he spoke.

"You can’t all just be a bunch of quacks, absolutely overrated!"

Cai Pengfei said unabashedly to Han Jianbin and the others, making them look embarrassed.

"Pengfei, don’t talk nonsense!"

Cai Kangwei glared at Cai Pengfei and then looked at Han Jianbin, "President Han, no matter what, you must save my father. He absolutely cannot have any mishaps."

"Mr. Cai, it’s not that we aren’t trying to save him, but we don’t have complete confidence in curing Secretary Cai. Under these circumstances, only if the three great National Physicians take action is there a possibility of a hundred percent assurance that Secretary Cai will be alright. But the three great National Physicians are far away in Yanjing, and even if we could persuade them to come, there wouldn’t be enough time."

"So what should we do now?"

Cai Kangwei’s expression was grave, his brows tightly furrowed.