Divine Healer of Tianmen
Ye Tianci was crippled as a child, his bones extracted and tendons severed, forcing him into seclusion deep within the mountains for fifteen years. Yet when fate finally smiled upon him, the dragon so
Great Blue Mountain, Wolong Village, a small courtyard enclosed by a fence.
“I can’t go on living!”
Beneath an ancient pagoda tree, an elderly man with hair and beard as white as snow stood on a stone stool, looping a hemp rope over a branch as if to hang himself.
“Old man, all I did was beat you ten times in a row at chess. Is it really that serious?” The speaker was a young man, about twenty years old, who leaned lazily against the pagoda tree, a stem of foxtail grass between his teeth. The dappled sunlight danced on his lips, where a faint, teasing smile played.
Clutching the hemp rope with both hands, the old man glared at the youth with aggrieved eyes. “Ye Tianci! You ungrateful wretch! I’ve taught you everything I know, yet you refuse to let me win—didn’t let me have a single game!”
Ye Tianci replied solemnly, “Old man, you’re the one who taught me to give my all in everything I do.”
“You—”
“How did I end up with such a blockhead for a disciple? I have no face left to live!” The old man looked utterly despondent, thrusting his head toward the noose.
Just then, the screech of brakes broke the air as two Red Flag sedans sped up and stopped abruptly at the entrance to the courtyard.
The car door opened, and a pair of elegant, jade-white legs stepped out, followed by a beautiful young woman. She wore a black, form-fitting dress that accentuated her graceful curves; her features were breathtakingly exquisite, and her bearing was otherworldly—like a celestial maiden descended to earth.
The old man had already ho