Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 610: The Dissipation of Vitality

Chapter 610: Chapter 610: The Dissipation of Vitality

"No, no, no, this can’t be true, it absolutely can’t be true, I don’t believe it!"

Han Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, stumbling several steps back, his face twisted with rage as he roared, "Impossible, this absolutely can’t be real!"

"It’s you, you whore, trying to destroy my dao heart, intentionally giving me a fake Danqing Notes!"

"Yes, that must be it, you must be deceiving me."

"I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you!"

Han Feng roared furiously, his feet moved, and he dashed towards the Painting Immortal.

"Teacher!"

Mu Weiwei yelled out loud, rushing towards the Painting Immortal, trying to block Han Feng.

"How dare you, beast!"

Lin Bo shouted angrily, also charging forward.

But he was too far away from the Painting Immortal and weaker in cultivation than Han Feng; by the time he reacted and charged over, it was too late. Han Feng had already reached the Painting Immortal and swung a heavy palm towards the Painting Immortal’s head.

Han Feng bellowed, "Die!"

"No!"

Mu Weiwei, who hadn’t reached the Painting Immortal yet, screamed out loud, only able to watch as Han Feng’s palm descended toward the Painting Immortal’s head.

"Sister apprentice!"

Lin Bo also yelled out loud.

"Boom!"

But just at this critical moment, an invisible shield appeared in front of the Painting Immortal, and Han Feng’s palm struck the invisible shield.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Han Feng furiously attacked the Painting Immortal, close at hand, but he couldn’t break through the invisible shield at all.

"Kill, kill, kill, I’m going to kill you, you whore who ruined my dao heart! I’m going to kill you!"

Han Feng kept on roaring while launching attacks frenziedly.

His fists were covered with fresh blood, but he didn’t seem to feel any pain and continued to strike wildly.

Everyone present was stunned, not even understanding what was happening, only seeing Han Feng furiously attacking the Painting Immortal at close range, as if hitting an invisible barrier, not harming the Painting Immortal one bit.

The Painting Immortal too stared dumbfounded at Han Feng, who kept punching towards her.

"This is a Spirit Qi Shield! It’s Mr. Qin!"

Mu Weiwei suddenly realized something, turning her grateful gaze toward Qin Chuan.

"What? A Spirit Qi Shield? That’s a hallmark of an Emperor Realm Strong!"

Lin Shuying also looked toward Qin Chuan, her delicate face filled with shock.

Lin Bo stared intently at Qin Chuan, with a similarly shocked expression on his face.

Lin Shuying expressed her surprise, "How is this possible? How old is he? How can he possibly be an Emperor Realm Strong? A hundred years without an emperor, not until a hundred years old, how could he have achieved the Emperor Realm?"

Qin Chuan watched Han Feng with a cold face, this kind of person was worse than a beast, if not for not wanting to meddle, Han Feng would already be dead.

"So it turns out, he is an Emperor Realm Strong!"

Lin Bo suddenly thought of something, murmuring to himself.

"It can’t be possible, how could that old fellow possibly be my birth mother? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Han Feng’s fists were already a bloody mess, yet he kept swinging them ceaselessly.

And with those words, he instantly shifted everyone’s attention onto himself.

Lin Bo’s eyes widened as he looked towards Painting Immortal and asked in shock, "Is Han Feng the teacher’s son?"

A complex look crossed Painting Immortal’s face as she nodded at Lin Bo and said in a low voice, "The teacher comes from a prestigious lineage of the Ancient Martial World, but she got pregnant before marriage. What’s despicable is that the man betrayed the teacher, and by the time she considered ending the pregnancy, it was already too late."

"When the teacher was at the height of her fame, for the sake of her reputation, she had no choice but to adopt Han Feng as a disciple."

"The Danqing Notes contain no record of any Cultivation Methods, only the content that the teacher once taught us."

"The teacher had a habit of occasionally recording some personal affairs in her notes, so this Danqing Notes contains not just the Danqing teachings we were given, but also the teacher’s private matters."

Lin Bo was completely stunned by this revelation and muttered, "No wonder the teacher disappeared for two years, and when she reappeared, she was accompanied by Han Feng. So that’s the story behind it!"

He had always been very curious about the contents of the Danqing Notes, but he never expected them to be like this.

Painting Immortal continued, "The teacher has always harbored guilt towards her junior brother, and in her later years, she deeply regretted having brought him up as a disciple. She was very afraid of revealing the truth to him, fearful that her junior brother would blame her."

"The reason she passed on the Danqing Notes to me and made up a pretext that it would only be passed down to women and not men was out of fear that Han Feng would learn the truth."

"I thought I could keep this secret for the teacher for a lifetime, but I failed. I’ve let the teacher down."

By this point, tears were streaming down Painting Immortal’s face.

Lin Bo glanced at Han Feng, then sighed and said, "Junior sister, don’t blame yourself. Had this brute Han Feng not forced you, you wouldn’t have divulged the teacher’s secret."

"No!"

Han Feng stopped his attacks; his fists were already bloody, and with a fierce expression, he stared at Painting Immortal and said, "The notes are fake, they must be fake! It’s you, you wretched woman, who brought a fake notebook to destroy my moral integrity on purpose."

"Isn’t that right? You wretched woman, tell me quickly, was it you who brought this fake notebook on purpose?"

Painting Immortal looked coldly at Han Feng and said, "Whether the notebook is real or fake, you should know better than I do. The teacher herself was a Sovereign Realm Strong, with your current cultivation, you would easily be able to tell that this notebook indeed came from the teacher’s hand."

Han Feng was struck as if by lightning. His body trembled violently before he slumped to the ground, tears uncontrollably streaming down his face.

"How could this be? How could this happen?"

"How could the teacher be my biological mother? Why would she deceive me? Why didn’t she tell me the truth earlier? Why? Why is this so?"

"No! It can’t be true, it must not be true!"

Han Feng shakily got up, his entire being as if soulless, staggering towards the outside while muttering to himself.

"Junior brother!"

Painting Immortal couldn’t bear it, wanting to call out to Han Feng, but unsure of what to say, she could only watch, helplessly, as Han Feng walked further and further away.

Lin Bo was suddenly silent, his eyes red as he watched Han Feng’s receding figure.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a dull thud was heard; Han Feng had unexpectedly crashed headlong into a large tree not far away and collapsed straight down.

"Junior brother!"

Painting Immortal cried out in a heart-wrenching scream and rushed over.

Lin Bo stood there, dumbfounded, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something but found himself unable to speak, his face full of sorrow.

Qin Chuan witnessed everything happening before him and felt his emotions sinking; Han Feng was despicable, yet utterly tragic. Perhaps this outcome was for the best.

He had originally come for the Nine-Turned Soul Jade in Lin Bo’s hands, but with what had transpired, it would be inappropriate to speak up at this time, so he decided to leave for now.

Just as he was about to depart, Tang Yue’er suddenly called.

The phone connected, and he heard Tang Yue’er’s urgent voice, "Big Brother Qin, it’s not good. Song Yan’s life force is rapidly fading!"

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