Chapter 58: Changmen Youxi Will Always Find a Way!

“We’re saved!”

Jia Ji waved his hand excitedly after his first exchange with Changmen Youxi in the group chat, reaching a preliminary consensus.

His senior brother Tuo Qi’s illness can be cured!

From memories of his past life, Jia Ji deduced Tuo Qi’s illness could only be one of three possibilities: congenital disease, radiation sickness, or cancer—but all were incurable terminal illnesses by the end of the century.

Worse still, as if heaven envied his talent, cruel fate might even make all these ailments manifest together on this tragic yet resilient man.

Originally, he planned to wait until he was confident enough—not easily manipulated by Yagumo Shiki—to travel to the Eastern World, perhaps time-traveling into the period of “Tales of the Moon,” to seek out the [Moon’s Mind] Yagami Eirin and obtain the universal medicine capable of curing all diseases.

If human technology couldn’t help, then seek divine or buddhist means, harness demonic power—use every possible method to cure Tuo Qi.

But if Tuo Qi recovered, wouldn’t Jia Ji be giving himself a new rival?

No!

No no no!

“Any means are justified for victory”—this was the principle Jia Ji had always upheld.

But if he watched Tuo Qi’s life fade to death and claimed victory from it, he’d rather have no victory at all!

Some say Ken Shi Lang is strongest, others claim Rao is invincible, but more people say, “If Tuo Qi were healthy, the Beidoushenquan would surely be inherited by him.”

Jia Ji’s name wasn’t among them—no one believed “if Jia Ji inherited the Beidoushenquan , it wouldn’t tarnish its reputation.”

Casual sparring was one thing, but if he couldn’t defeat the flawless Tuo Qi head-on in the final heir battle with his own fists, it would be his lifelong regret and bitterness!

If the strongest opponent isn’t the second-best in the world, how can he prove his fist technique is truly invincible? How can he prove his victory has value?

He must surpass—not the weak Ken Shi Lang, not the sickly Tuo Qi, not the regretful Rao—but them at their peak, at their absolute strongest!

Like blades forged a thousand times, clashing together, one must shatter completely to prove the other’s—strength! Unbreakable strength! Undisputed strength!

He must transcend completely, truly transcend, defeat every opponent to prove his Dao! He doesn’t just want to win—he wants his senior brother, his junior brother, and his master to sincerely submit, admit defeat, bow their heads, and say to him: “Congratulations, Jia Ji, I lost… From now on, you alone are the heir of the Beidoushenquan ; the entire world belongs to you…”

Not only must he win—he must win by a hundred percent!

Otherwise, it’s meaningless, utterly meaningless, unsatisfying, unfulfilling!

Otherwise, he can never possess the overwhelming power that surpasses six billion people on Earth.

Perhaps later, he might gain something far stronger than the Beidoushenquan from the group—even if the Crimson Demonic Implements from Zhan Chi can’t be used, what about the spiritual energy and Yin-Yang arts of the Eastern World? Or making a pact with the Red World gods from Xia Na’s world? As more group members join in the future, the systems of cultivation available will grow, their limits rising higher and higher.

But. Any Beidou fist practitioner holds the same belief…

——The Beidoushenquan is invincible in the world!

This has nothing to do with strength or weakness—it’s confidence!

If you don’t believe in your own fists, don’t believe in your own power, fight without this conviction, you’ll remain third-rate your whole life.

This is also why, in an era where only one person can inherit the Beidoushenquan , he stubbornly continues training this fist art.

Now, Changmen Youxi’s appearance has given him the chance to cure his elder brother—the [Information Manipulation].

It is one of the special abilities of humanoid interfaces designed for contact with organic lifeforms.

They appear indistinguishable from humans but possess the ability to alter environmental information through rapid chanting of code-like sequences, changing matter from the molecular level upward, enhancing their own physical capabilities, and other godlike powers—though their strength may not be immense, they are nearly omnipotent within their domain.

Almost like a universal game cheat device—if you beg the Great Changmen God, there is always a solution for any terminal illness.

That’s why he said, “We’re saved!”

【Changmen Damingshen: The Information Synthesis Thought Entity accepts your request】

【Great Mengshen: What do you need?】

【Changmen Damingshen: One drop of blood—from the patient】

Even a wish-granting girl-god cannot understand Tuo Qi’s illness across dimensions or create targeted medicine without it.

Using blood as a medium is the simplest solution.

For Jia Ji, this isn’t difficult—if he asks Tuo Qi, even if puzzled, that gentle youth who treats everyone kindly will surely agree to this harmless little request.

He rushed from the small town below the mountain to the Beidou training ground, taking only half the usual time.

“Tuo Qi! Tuo Qi!”

No response.

Not only him—the vast Beidou Qi-refining training ground was completely empty, his own shouts echoing endlessly through the hollow halls.

Strange—this should be when the senior and junior brothers are doing morning practice; how could no one be here?

“Could it be that Master Longquan has left again?”

But even then, someone should’ve stayed behind to guard the mountain gate.

Jia Ji had never encountered this before in all his time here.

He paced back and forth, head down, searching every corner of the Beidou training ground, descending the long stone steps all the way to the mountain’s foot—still no familiar figure in sight.

“Please!”

As he pondered where to find his brothers, a sudden urgent, childish voice appeared beside him, gasping in plea: “P-please save him!!”

Huh?!

Jia Ji was startled—how could someone have gotten this close without him noticing, given his current fist skills? How powerful must this intruder be?

He looked down—and relaxed. The slender figure tugging at his sleeve was none other than Yulia, the embodiment of the Southern Dipper’s Star of Mercy, the girl who witnessed the miracle of the future.

If it was her, it made sense.

“It’s you again? You sneaked into the Beidou again?”

Then another thought struck him—what did she mean by “save”? Who needed saving?

“Brother Jia Ji, please! Save Ken Shi Lang!!”

The girl’s bright eyes widened, filled with worry and fear.

Ken Shi Lang? Me? Save him? Is this real?

Are you kidding me, kora!

Even jokes have limits!

Yulia’s desperate expression was no act—seeing Jia Ji’s disbelief, she quickly added:

“Rao forcibly took him to the Southern Dipper… to force him to fight against other schools!!”

What… what?! Ken Shi Lang, that brat, fighting the Southern Dipper?!

Suddenly, a thunderclap split his foggy mind—he recalled a certain plotline, realizing a terrible event was about to unfold—

The [Southern Dipper Ten-Man Hand] incident that blinded Renxing Xi Wu!!

(End of Chapter)