Best Young Master

17: Chapter 015 [Dandy Style, Immortal Style] 17: Chapter 015 [Dandy Style, Immortal Style] At dawn, as the distant sky revealed the pale light of daybreak, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, concluding a night of meditation.

“Although the green environment of this residential area is good, it is far inferior to the air quality of Spirit Mountain,” he reflected.

“The effect on purifying the body is greatly reduced, and consequently, the essence Qi generated by the blood Qi is much less, which slows down the conversion speed of essence Qi into power.”

Thinking about how he had only recovered the power he had spent treating Su Yuxin’s illness overnight, Ye Fan was thoughtful, yet unconcerned—compared to the tedious, secluded cultivation life, he much preferred the sensation of being in a bustling metropolis, especially walking on the streets crowded with people.

This, would make him forget the loneliness in his heart.

After a simple wash, Ye Fan went downstairs to the lobby and noticed that Mrs.

Su and the Su sisters had not yet awakened.

He thought for a moment and decided to go out for morning exercises.

“Divine Doctor Ye, good morning.”

At the entrance of the villa, a Su family’s bodyguard greeted Ye Fan the moment he saw him step out.

“Good morning.”

Ye Fan smiled in response.

He remembered that the bodyguard’s last name was Hu, and he had been to Spirit Mountain with the Su sisters and Uncle Fu.

“Divine Doctor Ye, where are you heading so early?” Hu Jun hesitated before asking.

“I’m going out for some exercise.”

Ye Fan said as such.

At Spirit Mountain, he would take Little Wolf to carry water every morning, and it had become a habit.

Now, in the bustling city unable to carry water, he could only substitute it with morning exercises.

Though it was early, in the noble district of the Jiuxi Rose Garden, one could faintly see a few people exercising.

They were mostly middle-aged or older people.

A few of them were accompanied by young and beautiful women who jogged alongside them, holding towels in their hands, ready to hand them to the men to wipe their sweat at any moment.

Perhaps because Ye Fan was so young or because his face was somewhat unfamiliar, those exercising showed a bit of surprise upon seeing him.

Beyond their surprise, they all gave him a token smile as a greeting.

As for Ye Fan, he didn’t take much notice and simply responded with a smile.

Soon, after running a few laps around the noble area, Ye Fan came to a secluded grove.

Stopping in his tracks, Ye Fan steadied his breath and carefully sensed his surroundings to make sure that no one was around.

Then, he began practicing the “Xingyi Fist.”

Xingyi Fist, also known as Xingyi Boxing, Xinyi Fist, and Xinyi Liuhe Fist, is as renowned as Tai Chi Boxing and Ba Gua Palm.

It belongs to the famous Huaxia boxing styles, characterized by its aggressive and direct approach, swift as lightning.

In the Inner Boxing category, it stands out on its own.

“Snap!

Snap!

Snap!”

In the quiet grove, Ye Fan gathered Qi in his Dantian, moved as if plowing the ground, and rooted his feet with each step.

His form was as quick as lightning.

At times he resembled a fierce tiger, overpoweringly savage; at times a spiritual monkey, agile and nimble; and at times a venomous snake, tricky and lethal.

With every move, his sinews and bones resonated in unison, producing crisp sounds.

Unlike many martial artists who spend their lives practicing a single form of Kung Fu, over the past twenty years, besides mastering Chu Xuanji’s awe-inspiring “Xuansha Fist” of Jianghu, Ye Fan had learned many of the famous martial arts in the Huaxia Martial Arts World.

Like Yang Guo from Jin Yong’s novels, his repertoire was quite eclectic.

Among these, the most profound understanding Ye Fan had was of Chu Xuanji’s original creation, the “Xuansha Fist.” The Xuansha Fist incorporated the mysteries of Qimen Dunjia and Formation techniques.

Its step technique was elusive, the boxing style tricky, and its killing power incredibly strong—usually restrained, but once unleashed, deadly enough to claim lives.

After completing a set of Xingyi Fist, Ye Fan did not pause but immediately continued with the “Ba Gua Palm,” followed by “Tai Chi Boxing,” and so on, practicing several sets of boxing techniques in succession.

Crack—

As he swung out a punch, a tree as thick as a bowl’s mouth instantly split in two.

Ye Fan finished the last move, ‘Qi Rushes to the Sky,’ from the “Xuansha Fist.” His tightly shut pores burst open, releasing a steaming white vapor from the top of his head, enveloping his body in a mist that made him seem as if he were in an Immortal Realm.

The breeze blew, scattering the mist, and Ye Fan was soaked in sweat as if he had been poured over with rain.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ye Fan strode out of the grove toward Su Family’s No.

2 Villa.

When Ye Fan returned to the entrance of Su Family’s No.2 Villa, Hu Jun, responsible for security, was nowhere to be seen—his whereabouts unknown.

Ye Fan didn’t care, and walked straight into the villa’s courtyard.

“Screech~”

A moment later, as Ye Fan was about to walk toward the main building, the sound of a car’s tires screeching against the pavement rang out.

A cool Lamborghini sports car stopped at the entrance of the villa.

The car came to a halt and doors resembling scissors slowly raised.

A young man was the first to step out of the car.

The young man had a handsome appearance, with the hair on the sides of his head shaved clean, leaving a tuft in the middle and a small braid at the back, creating a neither-here-nor-there look that was extremely individualistic.

His demeanor exuded a defiant arrogance, instantly telling onlookers he was the type of domineering rich young master.

Usually, the ones riding in such luxury cars driven by affluent young masters are either beauties with money or gold-diggers.

Surprisingly, the person who followed the young man out of the car was neither of the two, not even a woman, but a man.

A middle-aged man dressed in a white Taoist robe with his hair done up in a bun and sporting a goat beard.

His whole persona radiated an aura of an immortal Taoist charm.

Dressed like this, the man would’ve been regarded as a freak if he were in a bustling city, but if he were to appear in the deep, remote woods with a horsetail whisk in hand, he would be the spitting image of a true immortal.

“Master Zhang, this is my home.”

Seeing the middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe getting out of the car, the usually arrogant young man surprisingly did not exhibit his usual ‘I’m number two to heaven’ bravado.

Instead, he bowed respectfully, acting as though he was a devout disciple to the Master Zhang he was addressing.

He behaved this way because he knew Master Zhang, whose full name was Zhang Lin, was a Taoist from a temple in the neighboring province.

Rumors said he could cure all sorts of diseases and was also skilled in exorcism and Feng Shui, known by the nickname ‘Living Immortal,’ with a tremendous reputation.

Exactly how renowned he was, the young man wasn’t sure, but he had seen many high-ranking officials, wealthy tycoons, and stars take photos with him at Zhang’s Taoist temple, and some of them were even his disciples!

To invite Master Zhang to treat his sister, the young man had scraped together five million Huaxia Coins as a fee and even gave Zhang the heirloom jade pendant passed down from his grandfather, going to great lengths for his cause.

“Is your sister here?”

Watching the rebellious young man look up at him with devout eyes, Zhang Lin chuckled inwardly, all the while his expression remained inscrutable.

“She is, she is.”

Thinking of how Master Zhang Lin was about to treat his sister, the young man became excited and nodded continuously, “I’ll lead you in right away.”

As he spoke, he ushered Zhang Lin into the villa courtyard.

Inside the yard, Ye Fan had stopped in his tracks upon hearing the sound of the car parking and had witnessed the entire scene unfold before him.

He not only recognized at first glance that the young man with the dissolute demeanor was Su Yuxin’s brother, Su Jindi, but also speculated that Su Jindi must have invited someone to treat Su Yuxin.

Could it be…

the Su Family hadn’t told him?

Upon realizing this, Ye Fan muttered to himself, then saw Su Jindi walking over with Master Zhang Lin.

“Who are you?”

Suddenly seeing Ye Fan, who was also dressed in long robes, Su Jindi couldn’t help but be taken aback, then asked with full curiosity.

At the same time, Zhang Lin, dressed in the Taoist robe, his eyes suddenly sharpened!

“Hmph, no idea where this little scam artist came from, daring to beat me to the punch to make a fortune?”

Without waiting for Ye Fan to respond, Master Zhang Lin retracted his gaze, lifted his head with a sneer, and exuded an ‘I’m the immortal here, I’m awesome’ attitude.