Medical Sovereign

“Bang.”

Ding Ning felt his whole body was relaxed as if something was broken inside. The excess power found its outlet and kept flowing to a newly channeled meridian.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, that suffocating sense of swelling came again, and that newly channeled meridian could not accommodate that excess power.

Fortunately, the beating was still on. As time passed, another meridian was channeled. The power once again found its outlet, but soon, the newly channeled meridian began to swell again.

“Bang!”

Another meridian opened... the sense of inflation soon returned... a new meridian was channeled again... it swelled again...

The process went on. Not until seven meridians were channeled successively did the feeling of swelling disappear suddenly. Then, Ding Ning felt relaxed, happy, and enlightened.

The power of the translucent shadow turned into a turbulent river, running constantly in his broad meridians, forming a delicate circle, and circulating and reciprocating.

Just as he was crying with joy and wanting to relax his mind, the shadow reappeared.

But now the shadow was no longer translucent. It became very solid, burning with black flames, and went straight into his brain.

Ding Ning, feeling a thumping headache, couldn’t help howling. A human-shaped flame appeared in his brain suddenly and incarnated as a burning man, who then fought the black burning man.

But the black shadow of fire, by height or strength, was far greater than Ding Ning’s “God”. His man couldn’t resist and retreated one step after another as if he could be swallowed by the black shadow of fire at any time.

With a silent roar of the human-shaped flame, his whole body suddenly emitted golden Buddha’s light and echoed the sound of Sanskrit. The scene was incomparably sacred.

The black shadow of fire seemed to be extremely afraid of the Buddha’s light and became cowered in the fighting. For a while, they fought like diamond cutting diamond, and no one could win the battle. Then, they reached a standoff.

Although Ding Ning did not know what was going on, he could feel the strong threat from the black shadow of fire and knew he couldn’t let the black shadow of fire swallow his “God”.

Otherwise, he would no longer be himself. Even without the change of appearance, he would become someone else. He would definitely not want to see that scenario.

But the battle of “God” was not something he could get involved in. All he could do was silently hope his “God” can hold and not be defeated by the black shadow of fire.

But good times didn’t last long. As the tug of war turned white-hot, although the power of the black shadow of fire was weakened by the constant corrosion of the golden Buddha light, the golden light itself was also irreversibly dimming, showing a sign of having no strength to continue.

The black shadows of fire, who became braver and braver as it fought, swooped on his “God” and tried to devour it at the risk of being corroded by the Buddha’s light or being killed. At the sight of this, he fell into great despair.

Suddenly, a holy light flashed and then appeared a white-clothed Bodhisattva sitting on a lotus throne. She waved her hand and pulled vulnerable Ding Ning into her arms.

He fancifully appreciated the absolute beauty of the white-clothed Bodhisattva, but he didn’t have the slightest sense of blasphemy.

The white-clothed Bodhisattva, who flushed at his stare, coyly grumbled, “What are you waiting for, nerd?”

Ding Ning was dumbstruck, stripped naked by the white-clothed Bodhisattva like a marionette...

The holy and flawless Bodhisattva took the initiative to undress his clothes and threw herself into his arms. Ding Ning could not believe what was happening, and the Bodhisattva was really a model savior.

The white-clothed Bodhisattva was a virgin, but she was more skillful than the semi-veteran Ding. All kinds of positions brought the ultimate happiness.

Immersed in it, he had long forgotten the threat of the black shadow of fire. He merged with the white-clothed Bodhisattva with pious devotion.

However, he didn’t notice that the dimming golden light of his “God” suddenly shone brightly. The black shadow of fire let out a silent scream, struggled to escape, but couldn’t make it all along. After he was melted into a black flame, he merged into “God” completely.

“God” also undergone a fundamental change, turning into a double-faced Buddha sitting cross-legged. The human-shaped flame was gradually distinct, and his five sense organs became clear gradually. It was the face of Ding Ning.

One face was golden and compassionate, while the other was black and malicious, showing tusks and a fierce stare.

After some time, Ding Ning fell asleep. Ding Qianlie’s eyes had sexual satisfaction. She flushed, helped him clean up the scene, and fancifully touched his relaxed and handsome face.

After a while, Ding Qianlie was dressed up, put away the dazzling red that represented her transformation from a girl to a woman, carefully packed into a bag, gently kissed Ding Ning on his forehead, and left quietly.

Outside the Buddhist room, Master Jingxin, dressed in a Buddhist robe, stood quietly with her hands at the back.

“Grandma, he’s all right now. I’m leaving. Thank you.”

Ding Qianlie prostrated and said gratefully.

The old nun Jingxin remained silent and studied her carefully from head to foot. Her eyes flashed with shock. She murmured, “No wonder, no wonder, he has practiced Buddhist Zen skills.”

“Grandma, what’s wrong?” Ding Qianlie asked in confusion.

The old nun Jingxin smiled with relief. “I thought you would ruin your path of practice because of him, but I didn’t expect there was demon’s blood in his body. In the meantime, he also had the supreme inheritance of Buddhism. Practicing the Great Happiness Zen has brought the best effect of ‘double practice’ to both of you and made you an Earth Martial Arts level warrior. Congratulations!”

“Really? No wonder I feel so full of strength and not tired at all!”

Ding Qianlie was overjoyed and remembered the previous craziness: a combination of mind and spirit, and the pleasure of her soul ascending the top of the clouds. This made her shy and blushed.

“Don’t exult too soon. Even so, you are still the tripod stove of his practice. He is also the dependence of your practice. You can’t practice independently. Only practicing with him, your ability can improve. This means that you will become his appendage. He can leave you, but you can’t leave him.”

The old nun Jingxin discouraged her.

“It doesn’t matter. I am destined to be his woman. I can’t double-practice with another man, can I?”

Ding Qianlie didn’t care and smiled happily. “Before he becomes strong, I will be his guard. When he becomes strong, I will be the little woman behind him, being a good wife and mother to take care of them.”

The old nun Jingxin, quite surprised by her answer, gave her a complicated look and suddenly bowed deeply. “I thank you for my grandson. If, I mean if one day, he failed to live up to your hope, I would never spare him.”

“Grandma, why are you doing this? I have enjoyed too much of your blessing.”

Ding Qianlie hurried forward to hold the old nun Jingxin. But unexpectedly, due to the great increase in power, she was unable to control her strength well.

She used a little strength in a hurry, but the old nun Jingxin was thrown into mid-air. If she had not been agile enough, the old nun would have fallen and got hurt.

Looking at Jingxin’s face, which seemed to be tens of years older in an instant, Ding Qianlie felt a strong uneasiness and cried. “Grandma, why did this happen?”

The old nun Jingxin smiled graciously as she stood upright and waved her hand. “This is my fate and disaster. Go ahead, I’m going to rest.”

“Grandma, I’m so sorry; I didn’t expect this, ying ying... let me give you the strength of my martial arts. There must be a way, right?”

Ding Qianlie held Master Jingxin in her arms and could not help crying out loud. She was filled with regret and self-blame.

Although she didn’t know much about the practice of a warrior, she was very clear about their ranks.

Master Jingxin was a strong practitioner in the Real Martial Arts realm on top of the world. Otherwise, she would not have been so sure that the old nun could save Ding Ning.

But she never thought that the cost was so high as to turn her into a normal person. She once looked up upon grandma as her ace.

Master Jingxin stroked her soft hair gently, and joked calmly, “Well, if you had known the cost, wouldn’t you have chosen to save your little lover?”

“But I didn’t expect, expect this... ying...”

Ding Qianlie, who was full of fear and sadness, cried like a pear blossom with raindrops as she didn’t know how to tell her adopted mother.

“That’s all right. Ning is your lover, and he is also my grandson. Your mother has suffered too much in her life. As her mother, I have never cared about her. Let me repay what I owe her to her son. Go, Amitabha.”

Master Jingxin had lost all of her power, but her mien seemed more relived, and she looked more otherworldly.

After chanting the Buddha’s mantra, she went into the nunnery hall, closed her eyes, meditated, and kept silent.

Ding Qianlie was in great misery, kneeling down to the temple and kowtowing heavily until her forehead bled. Then she bit her lips and turned away resolutely.

Master Jingxin opened her once clear and agile eyes slowly, and they became so dull and turbid. She whispered softly, “Why the savior Bodhisattva became the succubus who destroys the world, is this blessing or disaster?”

Reaching for the wooden fish and putting it on her leg, she took the mallet to tap it lightly, chanting Buddhist sutra in her mouth until her voice faded away. Only the sound of the “tock, tock” from the wooden fish echoed in the darkest night sky before dawn.

Walking out of the Biyun Nunnery, Ding Qianlie restored her usual iron-lady demeanor, glancing at the solemnly-standing Knife Scar and others. She opened her beautiful lips and said, “Let’s go, he’s fine now.”

Knife Scar and others breathed a long sigh of relief, showing a sense of joy on their faces. He walked quickly to a Rolls-Royce phantom and opened the door for Ding Qianlie. “Miss, I’ll stay here to wait for the young master.”

“Don’t bother, just keep an eye on him for a while. Don’t follow him anymore.”

Ding Qianlie said nonchalantly, thinking that after the injury Ding Ning’s skills must have improved a lot, high enough to protect himself.

Knife Scar was stunned a bit but did not ask for the reason. He responded in a low voice, “Okay, got it!”

“Let’s go, in case he recognizes you. Lose no time to dig in the assassin’s background. I will tear the alleged masterminds into pieces.”

At the thought of Ding Ning who was almost killed by the assassin in black, she felt an unspeakable rage and ground her teeth.

“Right on it!”

Knife Scar’s eyes flashed a strange color. From Ding Qianlie’s body, he seemed to feel some dreadful sense.

Although it was transitory and elusive, he still felt some subtle changes to Miss Ding.

Ding Ning slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a pair of turbid and old eyes. They were wise eyes that had witnessed the vicissitudes of life and seemed able to see through everything.

Ding Ning’s memory slowly restored. Looking at the senile Master Jingxin, he asked in doubts, “Master, what is this place? Why am I here?”

Master Jingxin smiled graciously. “This is Biyun Nunnery. The reason why you are here, I don’t quite know, either. It was a masked man who sent you here.”

When Ding Ning recalled the scarred man before falling into a coma, he became more confused. He checked his body and felt never better. Immediately, he sat down at the bedside and asked respectfully,

“Master, is it you who saved me?”

The old nun Jingxin said nothing but smiled before she turned and went out. “Come with me, son.”

Ding Ning was confused but did not dare to ignore her. He put on his shoes in a hurry and trotted to catch up.