Heading into the mountains, Ren Feng was always a bit preoccupied.

The first time, he planned to ask, but the old man didn't seem to answer directly, so Ren Feng didn't pursue it. This time, he had to get a clear answer.

Thinking carefully about it, actually, this illness didn't just start recently. It had occurred once in childhood, then again at age thirteen, and lately, it had become more frequent.

Is this a congenital disease?

Ren Feng frowned, but he was in good health and had nothing wrong with him. Furthermore, previous hospital checks showed no problems.

It seems he could only wait for the old man's explanation.

Arriving at Fuqing Village, the villagers greeted him with smiles, then led him to the room at the back, where the old man was the same as ever, leisurely listening to music.

"Old man, you're pretty relaxed." Ren Feng approached with a chuckle.

The old man, upon hearing Ren Feng's voice, suddenly sat up, a look of shock on his face.

Hey, who would've thought the old man missed me this much? No wonder, it's hard not to feel lonely as you age.

Ren Feng cleared his throat, intending to greet him, but the old man suddenly jumped up.

"You little brat, you're finally back. Ah Cai, bite him for me!"

Instantly, the big dog that had been lying beside the old man dashed out, heading straight for Ren Feng!

Damn!

Ren Feng was startled, "Old man, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? You little brat actually dared to teach my parrot to curse me. This is a parrot I trained for years, it infuriates me. Ah Kong, scratch him for me!"

The old man was seething with anger. In no time, the monkey in the tree jumped down, chattering and quickly darting over.

A dog and a monkey were chasing Ren Feng around.

"Wow, old man, do you really need to hold a grudge like this? All I did was teach your parrot a few tricks, I didn't eat them." Ren Feng could only run; he couldn't hit these animals.

"Hey, you little brat, you've got guts, daring to eat my parrot. Ah Cai, bite him!" The old man blew his mustache and glared.

"Ah Cai, you dare bite!" Ren Feng shouted angrily at the big dog, standing off across a table, one man and one dog in a standoff.

"Woof woof!" Ah Cai barked.

The monkey was also yapping at the side. Ren Feng grabbed a bottle and threw it far away, and the old man jumped in shock; that was his prized brew.

"Ah Kong, quick, catch it for me." The old man was hopping mad.

"Woof woof woof!" Ah Cai's tail wagged, then chased after, while Ren Feng continued to run.

"If you dare keep chasing, I'll turn you into dog meat hotpot!"

"You little brat, you dare!" The old man was fuming from a distance.

"Woof woof woof!" Ah Cai kept chasing.

"Hey, you rebellious dog, try chasing me again."

"Woof woof!"

"Try barking again." Ren Feng was furious.

"Woof woof woof!"

I can't stand this temper any longer.

Ren Feng suddenly stopped, and as Ah Cai charged at him, he opened his mouth wide, and a voice imbued with True Qi roared out: "Woof woof woof!"

With a thud!

The surrounding villagers who were watching this scene all fell over.

However, upon hearing Ren Feng's roar, Ah Cai seemed to get a fright, clearly losing its momentum, and whimpered back.

The old man was seething, but Ren Feng was pleased with himself and said, "Old man, your dog isn't up to it. I think we should butcher it and boost your health."

"You little brat, are you asking for me to handle you?" The old man started rolling up his sleeves.

Ren Feng was startled: "Old man, let's talk this over. I'm here this time for a serious matter."

"Business can wait; how many times have I told you? If you can fight, don't talk." The old man walked over.

Damn, really?

Without saying a word, Ren Feng turned and ran; he couldn't beat the old man, hadn't been able to since he was a child.

"Old man, I'm seeking your help with an issue about my body." Ren Feng shouted.

At that, the old man stopped, his brow also furrowing.

"Alright, come in." The old man waved him in.

Ren Feng went inside. The old man's face seemed troubled, as if he had something on his mind.

"Old man, I'm here this time to find out what this illness of mine is." Ren Feng began.

"Stretch out your hand." The old man said.

Ren Feng obediently complied.

The old man reached over, placing his hand on Ren Feng's pulse, and his expression changed again.

"Why has it come so quickly?" The old man's face grew grave.

"What's come so quickly?" Ren Feng was a bit confused.

"The second calamity." The old man sighed and sat down.

"Old man, just tell me what's going on."

The old man gave Ren Feng a glance, then slowly said, "You little brat, you've grown up with me and learned a lot of medical skills. You should know that people's bodies have many variations, right?"

"Of course I know," Ren Feng nodded, "Most people's bodies are the same, very normal, but a small number have variations due to genetic or meridian differences. Most of these people are born with diseases, different from ordinary people. However, a small number have unique abilities because of it."

"Correct." The old man nodded, "Your body is like this."

"Am I sick?" Ren Feng was a bit uneasy.

The old man shook his head, then nodded.

"Old man, can't you be straightforward?" Ren Feng was speechless.

"Your body is called the Nine Yang Physique." The old man finally spoke, "The books record that the Nine Yang Physique is blessed with supreme yang, possessing extraordinary physical prowess, and in the realm of Martial Arts, progresses ten times faster than others.

Historically, Nangong Changwan of the Warring States period was a Nine Yang Physique, naturally valiant against ten thousand; Xiang Yu of the Chu and Han era had divine strength, capable of lifting a cauldron; and Chen Fengya of the Republic martial world was also a Nine Yang Physique..."

The more Ren Feng listened, the more his eyes gleamed. Damn, these were all incredibly amazing people. It seems this Nine Yang Physique is really something.

"Old man, doesn't that mean I'm going to be invincible?" Ren Feng's eyes lit up with excitement. If that were true, he'd definitely drink the strongest wine, woo the most beautiful women, and...well, women indeed.

"No." The old man shook his head, "It means you won't live past thirty."

Pfft!

Ren Feng nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just as he was getting excited, the old man dropped the bomb that he wouldn't live past thirty.

What the hell, old man, are you messing with me?

Why such a huge contrast? First, talking about how amazing the Nine Yang Physique is, then suddenly saying I won't live past thirty?

Ren Feng was utterly bewildered.

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