Chapter 22: The Sky as a Quilt, the Earth as a Bed

"As expected of a powerhouse at the God of War level, that palm strike was fierce and overbearing!"

Ye Feng, having traded a blow with him, felt as if his insides were churning like a stormy sea, his inner breath unable to stabilize for a long time. Had it not been for his fourth master—himself a former God of War—from whom he had learned the same fierce and domineering military-style fist and palm techniques, he would have barely been able to withstand that strike. Even so, Ye Feng had to channel the power of his Palm Thunder just to manage a stalemate.

"The Nine Provinces of Great Xia are filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers; I still have much work to do!"

Just then, there was a knock at the door. After seeing Li Yubai off, Bai Weiwei had been worried and came up to check on Ye Feng’s condition.

"Ye Feng, are you alright? Are you injured?"

"It’s nothing, don't worry."

"That’s good. I won’t come in and disturb you then; get some rest."

Standing outside the door and after asking a few questions, Bai Weiwei finally felt relieved and went back downstairs.

"Whew..." Ye Feng let out a soft sigh. Because his inner breath remained turbulent, he could no longer continue his focused cultivation. He simply lay down on the floor. As it happened, the ceiling above had been blown away, and looking up, he could see a vast expanse of stars and the bright moon. Borrowing the moonlight that spilled down, Ye Feng used the heavens as his quilt and the earth as his bed, falling asleep in his clothes.

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning, Ye Feng was awakened by the noise of people moving things downstairs. He got up and looked out the window. It turned out that the Cui family had come early to move back all the items they had previously taken from the villa. At the same time, they had sent maintenance crews to repair the villa's plumbing and electrical systems.

"All of you, work hard! Be even more careful and diligent than when you work for the Cui family, do you hear me!" Cui Youliang was there in person to supervise.

He was inspecting the house floor by floor, but when he reached the third floor, he was stunned.

"What the hell! How did the roof of this room get taken away too?"

"Whose family is so ruthless that they wouldn't even spare this? Are they tearing the house down?"

Seeing Ye Feng in the room, Cui Youliang quickly explained, "Great Immortal, this truly has nothing to do with our Cui family! I really didn't do this! I’ve brought back everything I took away."

"I know it wasn't you," Ye Feng said sternly. "I did this myself."

"Uh..." Cui Youliang was speechless. He was still puzzled, wondering how on earth this happened. Could it be that he had blasted off into the sky last night? "This is going to be quite a hassle to repair..." Cui Youliang estimated that he would need to call in a small construction crew to fix it.

"No need," Ye Feng refused flatly. "You don't need to worry about this room. Just fix everything else." Ye Feng actually found the open-air room quite pleasant.

Afterward, Ye Feng went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. Before he could finish his meal, he was greeted by two familiar guests.

"Wow, Great Hero, you really live here? I thought you were joking yesterday!" Hua Guodong arrived with Zhao Wanting.

"Mr. Ye..." Seeing Ye Feng again, Zhao Wanting felt somewhat embarrassed. After all, her grandfather had just fallen out with him last night, and yet here she was, asking him for help for her grandfather's sake today.

"Mm, sit down." Seeing Zhao Wanting’s worried expression, Ye Feng knew it was likely about her grandfather.

"Mr. Ye, I have already made the arrangements for Ms. Su's work issue." As soon as Zhao Wanting sat down, she brought this up first.

"Mm..." Ye Feng nodded. "Let's get straight to the point."

"Hehe, Great Hero, Wanting is here to ask for your advice on something," Hua Guodong started.

Zhao Wanting then recounted the events of the previous night, explaining how her grandfather had suddenly fallen into a coma. "Mr. Ye, when you saw my grandfather yesterday, you called him a man on the verge of death. What exactly did you mean?" Zhao Wanting felt that since Ye Feng had no grudge against her grandfather, there was no need for him to curse him; there must be some hidden truth.

"I meant exactly what I said," Ye Feng replied while eating. "He doesn't have long to live, three days at most."

Upon hearing this, both Zhao Wanting and Hua Guodong were shocked, especially Zhao Wanting, who found it impossible to accept the fate of her grandfather dying.

"Why?" Zhao Wanting couldn't help but press. "My grandfather was perfectly fine before, how could he suddenly... be dying?"

"I already gave you the reason yesterday," Ye Feng said, shaking his head slightly. It was a pity they hadn't believed his words at all.

"W-what was it?" Zhao Wanting tried hard to recall, but she didn't remember Ye Feng mentioning any important clues.

"Great Hero, please don't keep us in suspense," Hua Guodong urged. "What is the reason?"

Ye Feng sighed helplessly. "It's that jade Buddha."

What?

As soon as these words were spoken, both of them were startled, suddenly remembering that Ye Feng had indeed mentioned that the jade Buddha was problematic while they were in the car. Unfortunately, Ye Feng had only mentioned it in passing, and they had dismissed it as a joke, not taking it seriously at all.

"How could this be?" Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Wanting’s forehead. "It was that jade Buddha... that harmed my grandfather..." The birthday gift she had gone to such great lengths to buy had turned out to be the culprit behind her grandfather's demise? If this were true, she could never forgive herself.

"The old man is advanced in age, and his health was already poor. Add to that the jade Buddha, and with the evil energy entering his body, how could he possibly withstand it?" Ye Feng explained simply. "Remember how your grandfather was flushed with a ruddy glow last night? That wasn't a good sign; it was the 'final flare' of a dying person! That is why I asserted that his time was nearing its end!"

The more Zhao Wanting heard, the more terrified and regretful she felt. She had missed the golden opportunity to save her grandfather last night.

"Oh, Great Hero, why didn't you make such an important matter clear?" Hua Guodong lamented, wringing his hands.

"I said it the first time we met," Ye Feng sneered. "But did any of you believe me?"

A physician does not knock on doors. Ye Feng had kindly brought it up twice, but it was just that no one had believed him.

"Mr. Ye, since you know so much," Zhao Wanting suddenly thought of something, grabbed Ye Feng's hand, and pleaded, "is there any way you can save my grandfather? He is... he is really about to die..." At the mention of her pain, tears began to fall from her eyes.

"Of course there is a way!"

Ye Feng’s fifth master was a world-renowned divine healer. Consequently, Ye Feng had learned a masterful medical art capable of bringing the dead back to life. Although the situation of the elder Mr. Zhao was not optimistic, pulling him back from the gates of hell was not an impossible task.

"Really!?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanting immediately regained her spirit, gripping Ye Feng’s hand even tighter. "Then please, save my grandfather. As long as you can save him, I am willing to do anything for you."

Zhao Wanting's hands were soft and delicate, but Ye Feng remained unmoved, his heart like still water. He slowly withdrew his hand and said with a serious expression:

"Saving him is, of course, possible. But my master once had a rule in our school regarding healing the world: to save one life, one must also take one life."