Urban Super Medical Saint

The purification of chemicals always faces the greatest challenge in removing the last bit of impurity, and expelling the cold energy from Elder Feng's body was no different.

The remnant of the cold energy had truly seeped into Elder Feng's bone marrow; removing it without harming the old man's body required extreme caution and was actually more difficult than the previous attempt, testing Ge Dongxu's control over True Qi. If Ge Dongxu were still at the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer, he would have ended up exhausted just like last time, treading on thin ice with the utmost care.

But this time, Ge Dongxu had reached the Sixth Layer of Qi Cultivation, which made the expulsion of the cold somewhat easier.

Nevertheless, as the cold had penetrated the marrow, Ge Dongxu needed to extract the threads of cold energy as carefully as unraveling silk from cocoons, to prevent any harm to Elder Feng. The endeavor left him sweating profusely, and after finishing, he could not help but move Elder Feng deeply.

"Just the last bit of cold energy remains. I'll come and rid you of it during the summer holidays, and your chronic ailment will definitely not recur. And thanks to your consistent practice of the Breath Regulation method taught by master, your vitality remains robust in spite of your age. I see no problem with you reaching a full century," Ge Dongxu said with a smile, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Really? My father can truly live to be a hundred without any issues?" Feng Guoqiang and his brother both exclaimed with excitement upon hearing this.

Though Elder Feng was now retired and no longer dealt with national affairs, he was a flagship figure of the Feng Family. As long as he lived, the Feng Family would be as stable as rock, and the longer he remained healthy, the more advantageous it was for the Feng Family's steady development.

The brothers had never dared to hope their father could live to be a hundred; they would have been content if he could just reach the grand old age of ninety. They hadn't expected Ge Dongxu to be so confident in pronouncing that their father could live to a hundred.

"Of course. Elder Feng has been practicing Breath Control for over seventy years. If it weren't for the harm caused by this cold energy, his body might be in no worse condition than yours now," Ge Dongxu laughed.

"Is the method of Breath Control and Qi Cultivation really that powerful?" Feng Guoqiang and his brother couldn't help but ask skeptically.

When they were younger, Elder Feng taught them the methods of Breath Control and Qi Cultivation. However, it was a practice that required sitting for two hours at a time, day after day, year after year, with exceedingly slow and subtle progress. The brothers had not persisted for long before they began to practice sporadically, and as they grew older, with more distractions and a sense of skepticism regarding its usefulness, they completely abandoned the practice.

"Hehe, certainly. The cold energy within Elder Feng is currently being suppressed by his cultivated breath to prevent its resurgence; therefore, it is not advisable to use it recklessly. Once I remove the last of it this summer, if Elder Feng exerts the force of that breath, Guozhen, you, a general, may well find you're no match for the strength of just one of Elder Feng's hands," Ge Dongxu said with a chuckle.

What Ge Dongxu's master had passed on to Elder Feng was only the most basic entry-level method of Breath Control and Qi Cultivation from the Ge Hong Ancestor, but it still had its unique aspects. Having persisted for over seventy years, Elder Feng's strength was not to be underestimated.

"Dongxu, if you insist that my dad can live to be a hundred, given his current spirit, I'm inclined to believe that. But to say that he could knock me down with one hand, I simply can't buy it," Guozhen shook his head immediately upon hearing this, his face full of disbelief.

Although he was getting on in years, he had once been a fierce figure in the military; even now, it would be no problem for him to overpower three to five strong men if he really exerted himself. How could he possibly believe that his father, who was going to be eighty-nine after the New Year, could knock him down with one hand?

"I find it hard to believe as well," Feng Guoqiang also shook his head. He definitely wished for his father to remain strong in his old age, but he believed in respecting objective reality.

An eighty-nine-year-old, who could walk briskly was already quite impressive; how could he possibly knock down the vigorous Guozhen with just one hand?

"Hehe, it has nothing to do with age. My master, until his passing, was well over a hundred yet still moved with vitality, and could effortlessly knock down over a dozen people without a problem. However, eventually the organs in his body reached their natural limit, and the breath could no longer nourish and sustain the organs at a rate fast enough to keep up with their aging, leading him to pass away peacefully," Ge Dongxu explained.

Ge Dongxu's words seemed like an enigma to Guozhen and Guoqiang, rendering them with expressions of sheer disbelief.

"Dongxu, speaking to them about this is futile; they cannot comprehend. Do you have a way to temporarily suppress that cold energy, so I can give these two an eye-opening demonstration?" Seeing his sons doubting Ge Dongxu's words, Elder Feng couldn't help displaying some irritation and addressed Ge Dongxu.

"No, no, Dad, we believe you, we believe you," the Feng brothers, Feng Guoqiang and his brother, were startled and hurriedly said. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Making jokes, he is already eighty-nine, how could he afford to be reckless!

"Dongxu, do you have a way? Never mind them—if you do, you do; if you don't, you don't," Elder Feng ignored the two and looked at Ge Dongxu, asking.

Hearing this, Feng Guoqiang and his brother had no choice but to gaze at Ge Dongxu with a bitter face.

Seeing Elder Feng looking at him with eyes that were somewhat cloudy but still as sharp as a sword, Ge Dongxu knew he could not lie under such a gaze and had to say, "It's all my fault for talking too much. Brother, please stop making things difficult for them."

"Right, right, Dad, please don't make it hard on yourself," the Feng brothers said with a mournful face, hastily agreeing.

"What do you mean right? It's one thing for you to doubt your father, but to doubt your father's benefactor as well!" Elder Feng glared at them, then said to Ge Dongxu, "Since there's a way, then go ahead and use it."

Knowing the elder was angry, Ge Dongxu didn't dare to persuade otherwise. Besides, he was quite confident in the elder's strength, so he replied, "Okay. I'll use the Silver Needle Qi Transmission to seal off the cold energy, temporarily preventing it from moving."

With that said, Ge Dongxu took out the silver needles and inserted them into several acupoints on Elder Feng.

Seeing Ge Dongxu actually performing acupuncture on their father, Feng Guoqiang and his brother unavoidably resented him, but out of respect for their father, they didn't voice their blame.

"Come on, Guozhen, throw a punch at me with all your might," Elder Feng felt the strand of cold energy cease moving and circulated his True Qi with full force, and commanded his youngest son with a spirit that seemed boundless.

Feng Guozhen, who was almost moved to tears by the splendid vigor of his father—a major general—said.

"Dad, what are you doing? Isn't it enough that I believe?" Feng Guozhen begged.

"Enough of your nonsense. You're afraid to hit me, aren't you? Fine, then I'll hit you!" Saying so, Elder Feng reached out and pushed a palm toward Feng Guozhen.

The bones of the elderly are fragile and easily broken; knowing this, Feng Guozhen dared not catch the blow and quickly retreated. To his astonishment, his father was swift and spry; in an instant, Elder Feng was upon him, placing a palm on Feng Guozhen's chest. Immediately, Feng Guozhen felt an immense force pressing against him like a landslide.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Feng Guozhen stumbled back seven or eight steps, and if Ge Dongxu had not quickly intervened to support him from behind, the major general would have ended up on the ground.

The room instantly fell silent, and both Feng Guozhen and Feng Guoqiang looked at their father with eyes full of shock, as if they no longer recognized him.

Is this the same eighty-nine-year-old man? Is this the same man who could only spend winters in a wheelchair before?

PS: Starting tomorrow, the update schedule will change to two chapters at seven in the morning and one chapter at eleven noon. For now, I will settle with three chapters a day; maintaining five chapters every day over the long term is too exhausting, and rushing to come up with ideas each day can lead to problems. Therefore, temporarily there will be three updates per day. If I'm in a good state and have a backlog, I aim to occasionally have a burst of updates.