Chapter 2: Innate Purple Qi Art

The suffocating feeling in his chest, the burning pain in his mouth, and the two teeth lying in the pool of blood on the ground made Physician Wu, who had never suffered such humiliation before, almost lose his mind. He scrambled to his feet and angrily shouted, “You little beast! How dare you hit me? Don’t you know your place!” As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt the wind rush in, which only fueled his rage further.

“Qin Hanyue… Do you still think you’re the young lady of the Qin Family? Ha! You’re nothing but a cheap woman who gave birth to a bastard! The Qin Family has long abandoned you. In the Qin Family, you’re even lower than a servant who sweeps the floors! What gives you the right to act so proud? One day, I’ll make you kneel before me and beg…”

Qin Hanyue’s eyes blazed with intense anger, but she pressed her lips tightly together and remained silent. She trembled with rage, though her overwhelming emotion was the joy of her son waking up. She held Qin Li tightly, as if afraid he would disappear if she let go.

“Let go of me. I’m going to kill him!” Qin Li gritted his teeth and said.

“Xiao Li, no…”

Qin Hanyue clung tightly to her son. “Just let him be.”

As she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face again. Although that scoundrel’s words were incredibly harsh, they weren’t entirely wrong. She and her son had brought nothing but shame to the Qin Family. If they really killed Physician Wu, they would likely be expelled from the Qin Family tomorrow. Worse still, Qin Li, the thorn in the Qin Family’s side, might even be handed over to the authorities. If that happened… she would have no choice but to disregard everything!

Qin Li’s fists were clenched tightly, and his chest heaved violently. Suddenly, he let out a soft laugh and calmed down, smiling faintly. “Alright, he’s just a toad, a worthless life. If Mother says not to kill him, then we won’t!”

Even so, a cold glint flashed in Qin Li’s eyes. Not only because that scoundrel had insulted his mother, but also because, given Qin Li’s original nature, he would never let him off.

Qin Hanyue released her arms and gazed at her son with deep concern. She had a feeling that after going through such a major change, her son had changed a lot—he seemed much more mature than before.

“You must be hungry, right? Mother will make you something to eat!” Qin Hanyue said softly. She helped Qin Li lie down on the bed, pulled a blanket over him, stood up, and walked outside.

Qin Hanyue, who always appeared elegant and aloof in front of others, only showed her gentle, motherly side when facing her son. Though she looked somewhat haggard now, it couldn’t hide her stunning beauty.

Due to his upbringing, Qin Li had always been a quiet, reserved boy who hardly ever communicated with her. Unexpectedly, this misfortune had turned into a blessing—her son seemed to have grown up overnight.

Qin Hanyue felt immensely relieved, but she also needed to consider the consequences of Qin Li hitting Physician Wu today. Although that man was insignificant to the Qin Family, if he were bent on revenge, given their current situation as a widow and her son, it would be quite troublesome. Especially since Physician Wu had been with the Qin Family for so many years—he surely had a few acquaintances. In the entire Qin Family now, who would reach out and help them?

Thinking of this, Qin Hanyue let out a rare sigh. Her beautiful eyes were filled with gloom. When had she fallen to the point of worrying about such a petty figure?

Through the window, Qin Li saw smoke rising from the courtyard and Qin Hanyue’s busy figure. A warm feeling surged in his heart. Is this maternal love?

He gave a self-mocking smile. It seemed that after merging with these unfamiliar memories, many aspects of himself had changed, including the deep attachment he felt toward Qin Hanyue. But it didn’t seem so bad.

Lying on the bed, Qin Li silently reflected on the memories and knowledge of this world in his mind.

Tianyuan Continent, a world where powerful figures emerged one after another.

Martial Artists cultivated Yuanli and Combat Techniques. The two complemented each other, and neither could be neglected.

Every family and sect had their own unique Yuanli Heart Method and Combat Technique cultivation methods.

The ranks of Martial Artists were divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow. Each rank had nine stages.

The difference between each rank was quite distinct. For example, a Yellow Rank Ninth Stage Martial Artist could punch with a force of fifteen hundred jin, while a Mysterious Rank First Stage Martial Artist could punch with a force of five thousand jin! A Yellow Rank Eighth Stage Martial Artist could punch with about twelve hundred jin of force.

Therefore, the gap within the same rank wasn’t very large. However, once one advanced to a higher rank, it brought not only a qualitative change but also a quantitative one—the increase was exponential!

Thus, Martial Artists in this world all sought high-level Yuanli Heart Methods and Combat Technique cultivation methods. The reason was simple: as long as one possessed a high-level method and cultivated properly, if they could reach the Mysterious Rank before the age of twenty, their future would be bright!

Qin Li, however, was rather unlucky. As an Illegitimate Son, he had no right to learn the Qin Family’s Yuanli Heart Method or Combat Techniques. Therefore, he had always been desperately practicing those basic things that even children from poor families wouldn’t bother with.

“Training the muscles, bones, and skin”—in the eyes of those high-level Martial Artists on the Tianyuan Continent, anyone who practiced this was considered the least promising. Because even families in poverty could, with some effort, send their children to study at an academy.

Although the heart methods and combat techniques in the academies were common and of poor quality, as long as one cultivated diligently and performed exceptionally, there was still a chance to obtain high-level methods and rise to prominence in one step.

Qin Li didn’t even have the chance to attend school because the Qin Family wouldn’t allow a child of such shameful status to appear in the public eye. And if they completely broke away from the Qin Family, survival would be a major problem for the widow and her son.

Thinking of this, the corners of Qin Li’s lips curled up slightly. Reflecting on the resentment and bitterness in the original memories, Qin Li really wanted to laugh out loud three times. When he first woke up, he had already noticed how robust his current body was. Otherwise, how could a teenager like him have the strength to kick Physician Wu flying?

Before Qin Li crossed over to the Tianyuan Continent, he was an orphan. At the age of thirteen, he was adopted by an Old Taoist Priest. The Old Taoist Priest was skilled in both internal and external martial arts, and at the age of one hundred, he created a unique cultivation method called the Innate Purple Qi Art.

As the Old Taoist Priest’s disciple, Qin Li’s skills were naturally not too shabby. However, because he was already somewhat old when he started and lacked a solid foundation, in the eyes of ordinary people, Qin Li was a super expert, but in his master’s eyes, he was almost like trash. Since Qin Li was his only successor, the Old Taoist Priest had no choice but to pass the Innate Purple Qi Art to him, hoping that Qin Li would find a disciple with good innate talent in the future to pass on the method. He never really expected Qin Li to achieve anything with it.

Indeed, although Qin Li practiced the Innate Purple Qi Art every day, he had never felt anything from it. If he hadn’t known that this sloppy Old Taoist Priest, who was both his teacher and like a father to him, was in terms of realm not inferior to the almost deified Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, he might have discarded the Innate Purple Qi Art like worthless trash.

Lying on the bed, reminiscing about the past, Qin Li felt a bit sad. His master would surely be very upset if he knew what had happened to him. Although the Old Taoist Priest always appeared calm and detached, deep down, he even regarded Qin Li as his own descendant. Qin Li’s death must have been a heavy blow to him.

Thinking of this, Qin Li sighed inwardly and firm resolve took hold: I will definitely pass on the Innate Purple Qi Art and never let it be lost.

As he thought this, Qin Li unconsciously began to practice the Innate Purple Qi Art. Suddenly, his expression turned very strange.