Ye Chen stopped cultivating, then opened his eyes and looked at the old man, before shaking his head. "I am not a martial artist."
"Ah, young friend, you're not a martial artist?" The old man was slightly surprised and looked at Ye Chen with some uncertainty.
Ye Chen nodded and said, "I am indeed not a martial artist."
"But sir, what kind of martial artist were you referring to earlier?"
"A martial artist is someone who has cultivated internal strength."
"Martial artists are categorized into Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow levels."
"Yellow level is the lowest level."
"Each level is further divided into beginner, intermediate, advanced, and peak stages, with huge differences in strength."
"The Heavenly level is further divided into innate and acquired."
"Above the Heavenly level is the Martial Arts Grandmaster, whose internal energy can be released externally, killing people from ten steps away."
After listening to the old man's explanation, Ye Chen gained an understanding of the classification of martial artists in the secular world.
But this was nothing to him.
Ye Chen cultivates the "Yin Yang Bible".
He follows the path of immortal cultivation, and true qi and internal strength are worlds apart.
If internal strength is likened to a bomb, then true qi is like a nuclear weapon.
The two are fundamentally different in nature and power.
"Thank you for telling me, sir. You must be a martial artist," Ye Chen said, looking at the old man before him.
The old man smiled slightly and said modestly, "I am not very talented, and I have only reached the initial stage of the Profound level so far."
Ye Chen nodded and then said, "I watched the old gentleman practice his boxing just now, and the further he went, the more unstable his breathing became."
"If I'm not mistaken, the old man must be injured."
"The injury affected his lungs, and the more he forced his internal energy, the more pain he suffered."
"If this continues, the old man's body will definitely not be able to hold on for more than a month."
"this……"
The old man's expression changed upon hearing this, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.
He never expected Ye Chen to reveal his hidden ailment.
Very few people knew that the elderly man had a hidden illness.
But Ye Chen's accurate statement made him appear to be no ordinary person in the old man's eyes.
“Young friend is right.”
"My hidden ailment has reached the point where medicine is ineffective; it's like I'm on my last legs."
At this point, the old man's eyes dimmed considerably.
You could tell he was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.
"But who can escape death in this world?"
"I am not afraid of death, I just want to delay my death for a few years, but unfortunately God did not give me that opportunity."
"Cough cough cough..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man coughed violently, eventually coughing up blood.
"Old Chen, are you alright?" The crew-cut man immediately became worried upon seeing this.
"Zhao Ping, I'm fine, don't worry," Old Chen said, waving his hand.
"Um?"
Just then, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on the jade pendant worn by Elder Chen.
The jade pendant is pure white and flawless, clearly indicating its high value.
Of course, this was not what caught Ye Chen's attention, but rather that he sensed an energy contained within the jade pendant.
"Old Chen, may I take a look at this jade pendant?" Ye Chen asked, pointing to the jade pendant.
"Of course." Old Chen smiled and then handed the jade pendant to Ye Chen.
Just as he guessed.
The moment Ye Chen received the jade pendant, he felt the surging energy contained within it.
Ye Chen was overjoyed.
"If I refine and absorb the energy in the jade pendant, it will greatly help my cultivation."
After observing for a while, Ye Chen looked up at the old man.
"Old Chen, how about we make a deal?"
"A deal?" Old Chen was taken aback and looked at Ye Chen with a puzzled expression.
"I can cure your hidden ailment."
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