He discovered that immortal power was sealed within his cells, silently transforming his body.
He quietly observed the changes in his body, and before he knew it, it was the next morning.
With two patients present, he couldn't stay idle. He first gave Han Lingyan acupuncture and then brewed medicine for Wei Ziqian.
By the time he was free, it was already lunchtime.
Moreover, Jiang Wenxing and Jiang Ningning had come over for a meal, forcing Ye Tian to personally cook ten dishes and one soup.
After eating, he returned to the wild mountain.
This time, a man had arrived on the mountain. He had an ordinary appearance, his age indistinguishable, looking like he was in his thirties or forties.
He was not tall, wearing a blue tracksuit, and his face was expressionless.
After Ye Tian arrived, the man said, "You've defeated two of my top fighters consecutively. Your strength is considerable."
Ye Tian sized him up, "Are you the Dragon King?"
The man replied, "You are not worthy of the Dragon King's attention. I am the Left Guardian under the Dragon King, my name is Lei Ming."
Ye Tian stated, "If you lose again, the Dragon King's Hall must accept my terms."
Lei Ming countered, "If you defeat me, the Dragon King's Hall will spare the Yang family."
As soon as this person appeared, Ye Tian sensed that he had one foot in the threshold of Human Immortal. However, his primordial spirit had not yet formed, and his physique was not as strong as his own, so he was confident in defeating his opponent.
Lei Ming said, "You may make your move."
Ye Tian replied, "Please!"
Both of them suddenly became still, as if the heavens and earth had also quieted. After about a minute, they both moved simultaneously, their speed almost unbelievable, and then they separated after a single touch.
In that brief moment, Ye Tian threw seven punches and kicked six times, with six punches and four kicks hitting his opponent. Of course, he also took two punches and three kicks from the other party.
Their physiques and stamina far surpassed those of athletes, so their resilience to blows was also strong. However, Ye Tian's attacks were extremely heavy. Lei Ming's lips were already bleeding, while Ye Tian, on the other hand, seemed unharmed.
Lei Ming was very surprised and said, "Your strength has exceeded my expectations!"
Ye Tian replied, "I haven't used my full strength, so you should be careful."
As he finished speaking, he attacked again. His figure blurred, and he suddenly fell to the ground, while Lei Ming was sent flying over ten meters, crashing heavily onto a rock.
Ye Tian stood up from the ground, brushed off the dust from his clothes, and said, "Your internal organs are injured. Hurry back and tend to your wounds."
Lei Ming's face was as red as blood, his qi and blood churning uncontrollably. He could no longer speak, only cupped his fists in a gesture of respect before turning and descending the mountain.
When Ye Tian returned to the manor, he received a phone call: "Your Excellency has won, and the matter of the Yang family ends here. However, our Dragon King is very interested in you and hopes for an opportunity to meet."
Ye Tian responded, "I am also very eager to meet the Dragon King, but I am currently tied up with some trivial matters. We will have to postpone it to another day."
The other party said, "Very well, we look forward to your meeting with our Dragon King."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Tian began to pat and massage his body. He had also been hit a few times. Although not seriously injured, his muscles and bones had sustained hidden damage, and he needed to recover as soon as possible.
It was at this moment that the benefits of being a physician became apparent. He knew exactly what injuries he had sustained and could remedy them promptly. Otherwise, these minor injuries would accumulate over time, turning into internal damage and eventually rendering him completely incapacitated.
In the past, many renowned martial artists met with bizarre and tragic deaths in their later years. Some died of dysentery, others were found shrunken into a ball, and some were reduced to ashes by internal fires. These individuals had all sustained minor injuries during their youthful struggles, which, when accumulated, formed deadly wounds.
While treating his injuries, Ye Tian unexpectedly discovered that a portion of the immortal power in the cells at the impact sites had been absorbed.
A thought sparked in his mind: "Could it be that only by taking blows can cells promote the absorption of immortal power?"
As soon as this idea surfaced, his eyes lit up, and he immediately began striking his body with his palms. With each strike, he used thirty percent of his strength, leaving visible palm prints on his body.
Such palm force would have killed a bull, pulverizing its internal organs, yet he remained largely unharmed.