Invincible Kungfu Healer

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Tan Qiyue had just appeared in the center square when he saw Mo Wen. The silhouette in the blizzard was as stalwart as before. He laughed bitterly. Tan Qiyue had never expected that it would actually be him.

However, after giving it some thought, he understood. Aside from Mo Wen, who else had such frightening Cold Qi power? Compared to when he was in the Fighting Spirit Tower, the quality of his current Cold Qi seemed to have improved by leaps and bounds. Mo Wen could already create snow at will and change the natural order of the world.

What astonished Tan Qiyue was that Mo Wen's cultivation had actually reached such a level. When they were in the Fire Domain, this youth was not so powerful. The power of the Fighting Spirit Tower could not be brought out into the outside world. No matter how heaven-defying Mo Wen was in the Fighting Spirit Tower, his true cultivation was still only at the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir Realm.

But right now, Mo Wen actually emanated the majesty of a true Martial Arts Grandmaster.

"Patriarch Tan, you have come. Please forgive us for not welcoming you sooner."

At the same time, Grandmother Hui Ling, Bu Zhangkun and the others immediately noticed Tan Qiyue. They instantly went up to him and bowed respectfully.

Tan Qiyue merely nodded his head. His gaze then turned to look at Mo Wen. There still remained a hint of astonishment in Tan Qiyue's eyes.

Grandmother Hui Ling and the others did not notice the look in his eyes. Seeing that Patriarch Tan had come, their eyes were full of excitement. They believed that he had come to stand up for them.

"Patriarch Tan, this thief is audacious to the extreme. He used sinister methods to steal the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension's two most valuable treasures. He also snatched away the Purple Qi Pavilion and the Five Beasts Sect's most valuable inherited treasures. The hundred years of heritage of the two sects were nearly ruined in his hands."

Grandmother Hui Ling knew that Mo Wen was powerful and that only Patriarch Tan could deal with him. She immediately appealed to Tan Qiyue. "Patriarch Tan, please take down this thief to uphold the dignity of the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension."

The look that Grandmother Hui Ling gave Mo Wen was full of cold mocking. Now that Patriarch Tan had come, how could this brat possibly leave alive? Other people might not know, but she knew that not only was Patriarch Tan a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he was also an absolute Martial Arts Grandmaster that had reached the Martial Arts Grandmaster Second Realm. Ordinary Martial Arts Grandmasters would pay their respects when they saw him, not daring to show the slightest neglect.

No matter how powerful Mo Wen was when compared to an absolute strong practitioner like Patriarch Tan who had reigned supreme for centuries, they were worlds apart. They could not be compared at all. She did not believe that Mo Wen could be more powerful than Patriarch Tan!

Right now, Bu Zhangkun, as well as the group of ancient martial art practitioners from the two large sects, had hopeful looks. Patriarch Tan was their final pillar of support. He was an absolute strong practitioner that had protected the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension for more than a century, having never known defeat.

"I understand," Tan Qiyue slowly said as he nodded his head. But he did not even look at Grandmother Hui Ling and the others. Instead, he looked at Mo Wen.

"Little friend Mo Wen, I haven't seen you in a few days and you still look the same. As expected, I knew that you did not fall in the Fighting Spirit Tower." Tan Qiyue saluted with his fists somewhat passionately, with a look of joy on his face.

Before this, Mo Wen had disappeared and they did not know whether he was dead or alive. Tan Qiyue did not think that it was strange that Mo Wen could walk out of the Fighting Spirit Tower alive. He had guessed Mo Wen would have survived. The youth was so extraordinary, he had a high likelihood of surviving.

However, Tan Qiyue had not imagined that he would meet Mo Wen again so soon.

"Elder Tan, I never imagined that my actions would alarm you. How have you been?" Mo Wen saluted back. He also had not expected that Tan Qiyue would come to Intentionless City. Before this, he had vaguely sensed an astonishing aura hidden near Intentionless City. However, he had not imagined that it was Tan Qiyue.

"With your blessing, this pile of old bones still managed to walk out of the Fighting Spirit Tower alive. That being said, this old man's life was saved by you," Elder Tan exclaimed. He could remember the experience in the Fighting Spirit Tower vividly and most likely would never forget it.

The two of them reminisced like old friends, stunning Grandmother Hui Ling and the other ancient martial art practitioners from the two large sects.

What was going on? What was this situation?

From the looks of it, Mo Wen knew Patriarch Tan, and they seemed to have a friendly relationship. What left Grandmother Hui Ling in even greater disbelief was that Patriarch Tan had actually saluted Mo Wen first. He was Patriarch Tan! He had been a Martial Arts Grandmaster absolute strong practitioner for a century. How could he possibly act so politely towards a youth who was still wet behind the ears? What virtue or skill did Mo Wen have to receive such treatment from Patriarch Tan?

Everyone looked at Mo Wen and Tan Qiyue in shock, suddenly feeling that the situation seemed a bit off.

From afar, a few beams of light flickered and the next moment, a few silhouettes appeared in the center square. Almost at the same time, each of them fixed their gazes on Mo Wen. All of them had wonderful expressions.

"Mo Wen, it was actually you!"

"Little friend Mo, as expected you are still alive."

"I told you so. How could little friend Mo, who is richly endowed by Heaven and a paragon of beauty as well as an exceptional talent, possibly have fallen in the Fighting Spirit Tower?"

The looks everyone gave Mo Wen were filled with astonishment. This youth had once again appeared before them. His style was still the same, and his power was still the same.

They had not expected that Mo Wen who had disappeared was still alive and that he was even better off than they imagined.

Lan Zhongzhi took a deep breath. A look of deep astonishment flashed in his eyes. This act of freezing Intentionless City was Mo Wen's handiwork. But right after, a sense of understanding welled up inside of him. No wonder there was such a frightening Cold Qi power in Intentionless City. This monstrous youth Mo Wen was here, so it was not surprising.

Back in the Fighting Spirit Tower, the utmost Yin and cold Qi that Mo Wen mastered had surprised everyone. No one could compare with him. Right now, it was many times stronger than before; he could accept that it happened because of this monstrous youth Mo Wen. Too many unusual things had happened because of him.

"As expected, your brat is still alive. That little girl Fengwu can finally…"

Zong Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, as though a heavy burden had been lifted. He wanted to say something but subconsciously stopped himself. An old man like him had better not meddle in the affairs of little girls. However, these past few days, he had noticed that Pei Fengwu had no appetite and her mind was unhinged. Now that Mo Wen was alive and well, he naturally also felt happy.

The gaze that Gong Xingyu gave Mo Wen was somewhat complicated. After all, he previously was in conflict with Mo Wen. He saluted Mo Wen with his fists and stood to one side silently.

"Mo Wen! You… As expected, I knew that you were alright."

A graceful white silhouette flew into the square. Her gaze was staring intently at Mo Wen. She pouted her lips and her eyes were misty, but she quickly hid her tears.

Gong Zhangyan, who was right behind Pei Fengwu, looked at the two of them with a complicated gaze and gently sighed powerlessly. If he had only had suspicions before, right now he could already be certain that Pei Fengwu had above average feelings for Mo Wen.

"Sister Fengwu, thank you for your concern," Mo Wen said with a soft laugh. He could see the deep concern and worry in Pei Fengwu's eyes. Ever since he joined the Fengwu team, team leader Pei Fengwu had always been kind to him.

After a short while, a few more beams of light arrived. It was Pavilion Leader Ye Rong and the various pinnacle ancient martial art practitioners of the various large sects.

As soon as they saw Mo Wen, they all looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

Pavilion Leader Ye Rong and Yin Banshuang were astonished at Mo Wen's ability. He had actually created such a terrifying scene in Intentionless City. It was practically unbelievable. Although Mo Wen was very powerful before, he was at most a little stronger than ordinary later stage Golden Elixir Realm ancient martial art practitioners. But right now, Mo Wen was already powerful beyond everyone's imagination. Even Grandmother Hui Ling's cultivation was far inferior to his.

As for the various large sects from outside, they were even more astonished when they saw Mo Wen. Firstly, it was because the impression that Mo Wen had left them with in the Fighting Spirit Tower was too deep. Secondly, they had all believed that Mo Wen had died in the Fighting Spirit Tower, perishing together with that terrifying Dragon Horse.

They had not imagined that, after just one day, Mo Wen would actually appear again before them alive and well, as well as causing such a huge scene when he appeared.

"Mo Wen, Patriarch Tan is here. Kneel and admit your wrongdoings. You dare to steal the important treasures of the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. I will make sure that you will pay the price."

He Xiangyu followed the crowd of new arrivals. He did not notice that the atmosphere of the square was off. Once he saw Mo Wen, he began to loudly chastise him. He had a look of satisfaction in his eyes. With Patriarch Tan behind him, he naturally did not need to fear Mo Wen anymore.

The gazes of the surrounding ancient martial art practitioners swept towards He Xiangyu. Each of them had strange looks in their eyes. Who was this burly old man? He actually dared to chastise Mo Wen. Was this ignorance or was he not afraid to die at all?

The ancient martial art practitioners who entered the Fighting Spirit Tower all knew how frightening Mo Wen was. This youth was practically superhuman. Even the people who had been at the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm for many years lowered their gazes when faced with Mo Wen, not even daring to breathe too loudly, let alone an ancient martial art practitioner like He Xiangyu who had not broken through to the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir Realm.

The ordinary ancient martial art practitioners and the Martial Arts Grandmasters all looked strangely at He Xiangyu. Was this fellow actually stupid or just pretending to be stupid?

The moment the Martial Arts Grandmasters saw Mo Wen, they already knew that the end result would not change even with them being there. It was because even they could not change it. Or rather, it was impossible for them to make an enemy of Mo Wen. Everyone knew that Mo Wen was not just frightening in terms of his cultivation; his potential was also frightening, as proven in the Fighting Spirit Tower.

Moreover, even if they truly compared their strength, they would not necessarily win against this youth. Mo Wen was not a fledgling dragon, but a dragon that was about fly out its deep gorge and soar in the high heavens.

No matter how stupid or foolish they were, they would not offend Mo Wen at this moment, unless they could take Mo Wen down completely.

These Martial Arts Grandmasters did not have confidence in doing so. Even if they joined forces, they could not do so. It was because they all knew Mo Wen's ability was far more than what appeared on the surface.

"Patriarch Tan, this thief Mo Wen…" Grandmother Hui Ling said, unable to resist as she felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more out of control.

"Alright, don't mention it anymore. I cannot involve myself with matters regarding Mo Wen. You all settle your own grudges between yourselves," Tan Qiyue said with a look of indifference and a wave of his sleeve, not waiting for Grandmother Hui Ling to finish speaking.

Once these words were uttered, the entire square fell so silent that one could hear a pin drop. The ancient martial art practitioners of the two large sects stood on their spots stunned. They looked at Patriarch Tan in surprise. They had expected him to help them. No one had expected that this would be the end result.

Grandmother Hui Ling and He Xiangyu were both as white as a sheet. Their entire bodies were frozen stiff.