"Uncle, it's not comfortable to lie in bed for too long. It's about time to extort some money."
An Yi was packing Aunt Zhou's luggage while smiling and saying, "Don't look at that young man dressed so ordinarily. Just his bodyguard fees amount to 100 million. It should be no problem to extort a million from him casually."
The old man's eyes almost popped out: "So rich!"
An Yi said, "Yes!"
The old man realized he had lost his composure and quickly coughed lightly and said, "What does his wealth have to do with me? Do I look like someone greedy for money?"
An Yi curled his lips.
He now had a medical skill level of Lv4 and could tell at a glance that this old man was as strong as an ox.
Even young people didn't have such vigorous blood energy!
That Lin Chen guy was most likely being scammed by this old man.
"Kid, I have a little trick. Do you want to learn it?"
The old man curled his lips into a smile and asked amiably.
"Is it fun?"
An Yi asked.
"Of course."
The old man said with a smile.
In that instant, the old man's aura changed. He transformed from a lazy, rascally old man into a serious, rascally old man.
Seemingly intimidated by the old man, An Yi nodded and said, "If you want to teach, then go ahead and show me."
The old man smiled and spread out his hands.
An inexplicable rhythm emerged in his hands, and the air currents in the air surged around him.
His hands moved, appearing both gentle and forceful.
A powerful qi enveloped the entire ward.
At this moment, An Yi was finally certain that this old man was no ordinary person!
"Let the air currents penetrate the body and flow backwards through the meridians..."
The old man taught slowly, and An Yi stared intently, subconsciously imitating.
Not long after, an invisible gas began to gather in the old man's palm.
"Go!"
The old man said and waved his hand.
An invisible blade slashed out.
Slash!
A deep gash was left on the hospital wall.
An Yi was greatly shocked after seeing this... Damaging public property would require compensation!
"How about it?"
The old man seemed to have already envisioned this young man being respectful and deferential.
After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, this skill was simply too fantastical! It went beyond the knowledge of ordinary people.
Back then, it was because he saw his master perform this move that he whole - heartedly learned it.
It took him three years to master it, and with this technique, he achieved the reputation of being able to control qi.
Whoosh!
A powerful qi burst out! It blew the old man's gray beard and hair.
The curtain couldn't withstand the qi and was torn down with a crash.
"Uncle, how did you do that just now?"
An Yi, who had just sent out a qi blast, waved his hand. It seemed he couldn't condense the qi into a blade - like form to slash like the old man.
An Yi had grasped the basic essentials, but if he wanted to reach the old man's level, it would probably take some time to practice.
"Ding! You have mastered the skill [Qi Control Technique Lv1]!"
The system's voice came at just the right time.
An Yi was slightly surprised. This skill had come so easily!
"Uncle, your move is really cool. Do you have any other ones?"
An Yi waved his hand in front of the old man.
At this time, the old man was as stunned as a wooden chicken.
He had practiced this skill for most of his life, but this young man had learned it just by watching it once. He was really devastated!
"Practice on your own. There are no other moves," the old man said lying in bed, a bit sulky.
Originally, he had wanted to train An Yi to inherit his mantle and teach him all his skills.
But his Qi Control Technique had been learned by this young man after just two glances.
It seemed that he didn't have much to teach this young man in total. It was so demoralizing!
Was this young man a monster?
"Uncle, I didn't expect you to be so skilled. Teach me a couple more moves," An Yi knew this uncle was no ordinary person, so he flattered and asked for more teachings.
Although he didn't know why this old man was teaching him, it would be stupid not to take advantage of this opportunity. These were skills! They couldn't even be exchanged for evil points!
"There's also a Concentration Technique. You can learn it by yourself," the old man said and gave An Yi the incantation of the Concentration Technique.
Sure enough, after reading it only twice, An Yi learned it.
"Ding! You have mastered the skill [Concentration Technique Lv1]!"
[Concentration Technique]
Skill description: Focus the mind and block out distractions. When practiced to the highest level, it can reduce the need for sleep.
"Thank you, Uncle! I feel much more comfortable," An Yi casually thanked.
To be honest, he didn't really feel the great effect of the Concentration Technique. Focusing the mind and reducing sleep... Did this really need to be learned?
"Get out! I'm going to rest!" The old man huddled in the quilt, sulking alone. Comparing with others really made one angry.
This young man was such a monster. In comparison, his own reputation as a genius in the past seemed like a joke.
"Muxuan, come here. I'll teach you a little trick. Come and learn from me. Conceal your aura..."
"Is it like this?"
"Yes, take it slowly."
Hearing the voices behind him, the old man almost exploded with anger.
This young man was actually teaching the ancient - dressed girl right after learning it himself!
"Who allowed you to teach others!" The old man was furious.
It was okay for this young man to learn it himself, but now he was teaching others without permission!
This is the Qi - Controlling Technique!
It's the magical technique that made its user famous in a single battle and shook the martial world back then!
Is it something that anyone can learn?
Seeing the old man getting angry, Shen Muxuan stuck out her tongue. She didn't dare to learn from An Yi anymore. Looking rather dejected, she flicked the condensed air mass in her hand.
A blade of air shot out and hit the wall, leaving a deep mark on it.
The old man: “…”
His name was Cheng Yuanfeng, a super - awesome martial artist. Now he was a bit in a funk and didn't want to talk for the moment.
“Ding! Suppressed the Son of Destiny. Destiny value - 5! Received a reward of 20 Evil Force Points!”
An Yi looked utterly blank.
He was extremely confused.
The Evil Force Points, which were once so hard to come by, were now being thrown at him like money being scattered.
He had no idea what he had done, but the destiny value of the Son of Destiny, Lin Chen, had already dropped to 95.
Lin Chen was buying a roasted chicken at the hospital entrance.
He had no idea that while he was being sent on an errand, a great fortune related to him was accidentally lost.
What An Yi was learning should have been Lin Chen's according to the normal course.
“Allocate the Evil Force Points to combat skills and save the rest,” An Yi casually decided and put away the control panel.
In the next - door ward, Yaoji, wearing a rehabilitation neck brace, stuck to the wall and carefully peeked into An Yi's ward a few times. His face flushed with excitement.
It was this guy!
No mistake about it!
He would never forget that it was this guy who stole two wallets from him in the car and also broke his neck!
He was lying in the hospital all because of this guy!
Damn it! You don't take the easy way to heaven but barge into hell!
Yaoji showed an excited smile and took out his phone, quietly dialing a number.
“Hey, Brother Long, I've found that guy!”
“Beep, beep, beep…”
Hearing the dial tone after the call on the other end was connected and then immediately hung up, Yaoji was a bit stunned.
But then, he dialed another number.
“Brother Feng, yes, it's Yaoji. I've found the guy who beat me. He's right here in this hospital! You've got to stand up for me! This guy is an expert at stealing. If we don't teach him a lesson, we won't be able to do business in the future!”
Yaoji sobbed and complained, and reluctantly hung up the phone.
“Bah! You little brat, daring to compete with us for business! Damn it, just wait to die!”
Straightening his rehabilitation neck brace, Yaoji felt extremely brave, and even his steps became light.