Chapter 31: Fang Han — My Wife, Lingsu, Has the Potential of a Medicine King!

That afternoon, the two of them went outside to study and comprehend the martial arts recorded on the silk scroll.

Fang Han had already read the earlier part on Beiming Divine Skill, so he began from the latter section: Lingbo Weibu.

Cheng Lingsu, naturally, started reading from the beginning.

Lingbo Weibu, as a type of movement technique, contained both lightness skill and footwork.

It was founded upon the sixty-four hexagrams of the Yijing (Book of Changes); each step corresponded to a hexagram’s position. Incredibly intricate.

It also had a unique method of internal energy circulation—each step mobilized a portion of internal energy. Once all sixty-four steps were completed, one cycle (zhōutiān) of internal energy was completed too.

Not only did it not consume internal force—but it even enhanced it!

Just this alone already surpassed countless movement techniques in the world.

Fang Han read it thoroughly and was left in awe.

If I hadn’t also studied the Yijing and the Eight Trigrams before, I’d probably be a blind man trying to read this.

The martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect truly cover way too much.

Without culture or knowledge, you really can’t practice any of this at all.

Well… unless you’re using cheat codes or hijacking an account.1

Over there, Cheng Lingsu had also finished reading the internal cultivation method of Beiming Divine Skill along with the first dozen or so meridian charts. Noticing Fang Han setting the scroll down, she gently placed hers down too and sighed emotionally to him:

“Brother Fang, this Beiming Divine Skill of the Xiaoyao Sect is truly unfathomable. I never imagined such divine martial arts existed in this world!”

Cheng Lingsu herself also possessed some internal force, but compared to this technique she’d just read, it was utterly inferior.

The “Poison Hand Medicine King” was powerful in medicine and poison—but in martial arts, although not weak, was not considered a top-tier figure either.

Thus, as his personal disciple, Cheng Lingsu naturally hadn’t practiced any particularly advanced martial techniques.

But her vision was keen—she could clearly see the profundity and uniqueness of this martial art. It was something truly unheard of, to the point of being earth-shattering.

She was not only amazed, but also deeply moved.

Such divine techniques… if it were anyone else in the world, they would absolutely never share this lightly—not even with those dearest to them. Yet my husband didn’t even hesitate to let me read it. The trust and intimacy in this… how could I not feel sweet and touched inside?

Fang Han gave a slight nod, but then recalled the obstacle and frowned:

“It’s just that… if one wants to practice this Beiming Divine Skill, they must first disperse all their existing inner power and completely forget what they’ve already learned. Both of us already have some cultivation… I’m afraid… it’s not easy to train.”

To be accurate—it’s extremely difficult.

Because with even a slight mistake, the best-case scenario would be deviation of inner energy; the worst-case scenario—instant death.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Lingsu also furrowed her brows.

She had just read about this very restriction too.

It was, indeed, a major obstacle.

Seeing Fang Han’s troubled expression and furrowed brow, she couldn’t help but feel heartache for him.

After being together for so long, she understood her husband’s obsession with martial arts.

Although she had some martial skills herself, she had passed all of them to him—but none were particularly powerful.

Now, they finally obtained such a supreme divine technique… yet were unable to cultivate it.

He must be feeling truly down inside.

I must come up with a solution…

After quietly contemplating for a while, Cheng Lingsu’s eyes lit up, and a sense of clarity emerged in her heart. Then, with a bright smile, she said:

“Brother Fang, you needn’t worry—I’ve got a way!”

Fang Han looked surprised, and Cheng Lingsu’s eyes sparkled as she said with great spirit:

“The reason why this Beiming Divine Skill requires one to forget previous knowledge is because its energy path runs contrary to ordinary martial arts. Even a minor mistake can lead to a clash of inner energy or disordered meridians, which could be fatal. Because this technique involves all meridians of the body, one wrong move could end a life. So, for most people, they must either have no prior internal cultivation at all—or must completely forget everything they’ve learned.”

“But if… during practice, there’s someone beside you monitoring at all times—even if there’s a misstep, resulting in an energy clash or chaotic meridians—immediate intervention could save you from deviation.”

As she spoke, her clear bright eyes looked directly at Fang Han and said:

“Brother Fang, I can do that!”

Actually, the safest method was, of course, not to practice the technique at all.

But she knew her husband—he would never give up just like that.

Rather than letting him practice alone and face such danger, it’s better for me to assist him with all I’ve got.

Fang Han was surprised at first, then his eyes lit up.

“Hahaha! Good girl—come here, let me kiss you!”

Cheng Lingsu blushed as she was kissed a few times by Fang Han, but seeing his joy, she couldn’t help but smile with crescent-shaped eyes.

Fang Han felt it in his heart: What kind of divine, treasure girl is this?!

To marry her home—truly a blessing!

Don’t be fooled by how effortlessly Cheng Lingsu described it.

Without extraordinary medical skills, such a thing couldn’t even be considered.

Only someone like her—whose medical ability was at least at the Grandmaster level—could say this with confidence.

Someone like Fang Han certainly didn’t have that capability.

First, he had little experience dealing with internal energy issues; second, this involved all body meridians, including the twelve main ones and eight extraordinary vessels—extremely complex.

Fang Han’s medical ability was only at the “Proficient” level—it just wasn’t good enough.

Even though he had gradually filled in his theoretical knowledge, and had read medical texts like Divine Scripture of the Medicine King, raising one’s medical skill wasn’t something that happened overnight.

Reading books didn’t instantly level up your ability.

Only through true comprehension and experience could one gradually improve.

He couldn’t compare to Cheng Lingsu at all—this girl was born a peerless gem for medicine.

When they first met, her medical skills were already extremely high—Fang Han’s only advantage was perhaps his practical experience.

But during their time together at the medical clinic, she had made up for that shortcoming with terrifying speed.

Straight to god-level!

Fang Han felt deeply inferior—not even close!

No wonder Elder Zhen always sighed, “The waves behind push the waves ahead.”2

That sentiment wasn’t just toward Fang Han—it was toward both of them.

And Fang Han understood this about himself—he wasn’t that talented.

But in front of his wife, he had this very same feeling:

My wife, Lingsu—she truly has the potential of a Medicine King!

📝 [https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/15.0.3/svg/1f4dd.svg] FOOTNOTES:

1. 1. 1. 1. 开挂 (kāi guà)– To use cheats (especially in video games). In internet slang, this implies someone who seems to have unfair advantages or miraculous talent, as if “hacking life.” ↩ [https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/15.0.3/svg/21a9.svg]

1. 1. 1. 1. 长江后浪推前浪 (cháng jiāng hòu làng tuī qián làng)– Literally “The waves behind push the waves ahead” from the Yangtze River. This idiom praises younger generations for surpassing the old ones, often used admiringly. ↩ [https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/15.0.3/svg/21a9.svg]