Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 393: The One with the Biggest Fist is the King!

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: The One with the Biggest Fist is the King!

Wang Miaomiao’s talent was average. Although she had entered the "Doctor Pavilion" at a young age to learn Ancient Martial Medicine, her progress was not as evident as that of other disciples, especially in terms of strength. After reaching the Yellow Level beginner stage, she had stalled.

Disappointed, Wang Miaomiao’s master, Elder Zhu Ying of the "Doctor Pavilion," simply gave up training her and assigned her to perform miscellaneous chores instead.

But now, Wang Miaomiao had made a leap in progress in her weakest area, much to Wen Yu’s surprise.

Previously, when Wen Yu met Wang Miaomiao on the cliff, she was still a Yellow Level beginner Martial Artist. Yet, after just one meeting, she had advanced to become a Yellow Level high-rank Martial Artist.

That is to say, Wang Miaomiao’s promotion occurred within the short span of two to three hours from before the meeting until its conclusion.

Wen Yu knew this must be related to Fang Bai’s guidance, yet she could not imagine what method Fang Bai had used that allowed the average-talented Wang Miaomiao to achieve such rapid progress.

"Yes, Pavilion Master, I have advanced. I am now at the high rank of Yellow Level,"

replied Wang Miaomiao cautiously. After she finished, she stole a glance at Fang Bai, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Wang Miaomiao knew that from the moment she advanced to a high-rank Yellow Level Martial Artist, her prospects and fate were bound to change dramatically.

In the "Doctor Pavilion," the status and treatment of a high-rank Yellow Level disciple were second only to the Pavilion Master and a few Elders. They could access the Martial and Medical textbooks inherited by the "Doctor Pavilion" and would be allotted an independent cultivation residence to focus on practicing Martial Arts and studying medicine.

The difference in status and treatment between a beginner Yellow Level Martial Artist and a high-rank Yellow Level Martial Artist was vast, though they were separated by only a small realm.

"Junior Sister Miaomiao, congratulations. Our ’Doctor Pavilion’ will soon see the rise of another expert proficient in both medicine and martial arts."

Lin Ruoxue stepped forward to take Wang Miaomiao’s hand, speaking affectionately. At the same time, she felt a bit envious, knowing that this junior sister, who had never been valued by the Pavilion’s upper echelons, would now have a higher status and treatment in the "Doctor Pavilion" than herself.

However, Lin Ruoxue was only envious, not jealous or resentful, because her own daughter, Dongfang Ruhua, had a closer relationship with Fang Bai than Wang Miaomiao did and received more guidance from him.

At just fifteen or sixteen years of age, Dongfang Ruhua managed to hold her own against Wen Yu in a few exchanges, neither winning nor losing, greatly shocking the "Doctor Pavilion’s" senior ranks.

From this, it was evident that Dongfang Ruhua’s strength was much greater than Wang Miaomiao’s.

Lin Ruoxue knew that her daughter had a fondness for Fang Bai, even to the point of obsession. She had been somewhat worried about their close relationship, fearing that if the young man and woman spent too much time together, they might do something unexpected, causing harm to her daughter’s physical and emotional well-being.

However, as she got to know Fang Bai better, Lin Ruoxue felt her worries were unnecessary.

Although Fang Bai was young, he possessed a level of composure, calmness, and rationality that most young people lacked. His affection for Dongfang Ruhua seemed more like the care and protection of a brother for his sister.

Lin Ruoxue had experience and trusted her own judgment not to be wrong about Fang Bai.

Within the Dongfang Family, there were also objections to Dongfang Ruhua following Fang Bai to cultivate Ancient Martial Arts, stemming from concerns over whether Fang Bai’s approach toward Dongfang Ruhua had ulterior motives.

But Lin Ruoxue strongly supported and approved of it, silencing the opponents with a single sentence: "I make the decisions for my daughter."

A prominent clan without an ancient martial master is like duckweed in water; fine when the weather is calm, but once a great wave arises, their fate is left to the heavens, tossed about, and constantly in danger of capsizing.

In this world, strength is always king. The one with the bigger fist is the ruler.

Throughout history, those prominent clans lacking a solid foundation of strength have been unable to continue their family’s glory, regrettably vanishing into the long river of history.

While the Dongfang Family has also cultivated some martial artists in secret, they lack a powerhouse like Wang Huashan of the Wang Family to hold the fort. Consequently, even though the Dongfang Family has enormous influence in the Huaxia Business Community, their comprehensive strength still falls short of the Wang Family.

If Dongfang Ruhua, under the guidance of Fang Bai, could reach the realm of power possessed by Wang Huashan of the Wang Family, then the Dongfang Family would usher in a brand new era with her in charge, playing a huge and positive role in the stability and continuity of the Dongfang Family.

In Lin Ruoxue’s eyes, Fang Bai, who appeared out of nowhere, was simply a godsend for the Dongfang Family.

Following Lin Ruoxue’s thinking, she also wanted her eldest daughter, Dongfang Rushi, to follow Fang Bai’s instructions and cultivate ancient martial skills. With two strong members in the Dongfang Family, who could easily shake them?

Unfortunately, Dongfang Rushi was committed to the family business and had no interest in martial arts. Despite Lin Ruoxue’s repeated suggestions, she was refused, and with no other choice, Lin Ruoxue had to give up on persuading her.

After a brief shock, Wen Yu took a deep breath and said to Fang Bai earnestly, "Doctor Fang is a rare talent in this world. It’s a tremendous opportunity and blessing for Miaomiao to receive guidance from Doctor Fang!"

Fang Bai smiled and said, "Good and evil will both be repaid. Miss Miaomiao is kind-hearted; this is what she deserves."

If Wang Miaomiao had not exhibited that act of kindness back then, stopping her car to help Fang Bai treat the injured, she and Fang Bai might still be strangers, and this fortuitous encounter would never have happened.

Wen Yu nodded and said to Wang Miaomiao, "From today, you will stay at the ’Hundred Grass Residence’."

"Hundred Grass Residence" is the courtyard where several elders of the Doctor Pavilion reside. All kinds of martial arts and medical techniques passed down since the creation of the Doctor Pavilion are stored there, making it one of the forbidden areas of the Doctor Pavilion.

Wang Miaomiao’s move in meant she had gained the right to access all sorts of legacies at any time. It also indicated that she had jumped from being an ordinary disciple to an upper-level member on par with the elders.

Living in "Hundred Grass Residence" is a goal that every disciple of the Doctor Pavilion aspires to, and Wang Miaomiao had once dreamed of it as well.

But later on, as Wang Miaomiao, who was mediocre in talent, was forsaken by her sect, she also gave up on this dream, prepared to remain an ordinary disciple for her entire life and no longer aspire to higher goals.

A few months ago, when Wang Miaomiao went out on an errand, she encountered a severe car accident. The full vehicle of injured people touched Wang Miaomiao’s compassionate heart, and she immediately stopped to help, where she met Fang Bai, who was also helping the injured.

It was that chance meeting that left a good impression of Wang Miaomiao in Fang Bai’s mind, laying the groundwork for today’s opportunity.

Upon hearing Wen Yu’s permission for her to move into "Hundred Grass Residence," Wang Miaomiao trembled slightly and stood there, disbelief written all over her face.

"Miaomiao, aren’t you going to thank the Pavilion Master quickly?" Lin Ruoxue gently reminded her.

Wang Miaomiao uttered a sound of acknowledgment and, with tear-filled eyes, bowed deeply to Wen Yu.