"Whatever I do is none of your business." Frank snorted.He could not care less about Ferdy. Not only was he lacking as a doctor, but his only concern was also money and his own vanity—there was no virtue of a traditional Draconian healer in him at all."You have a problem with me?" Ferdy scowled, seeing that Frank remained ever pompous."Calm down, Ferdy. He's not worth it." Jim quickly tried to smooth things over just as they were about to get out of hand again.This was his family's business, and any trouble here reflected badly on them."I'd be straightening you out if not for Jim." Ferdy pointed at Frank as he snapped, his fingers almost touching Frank's face. "Do you really think you're tough? Strutting around when you don't even have a medical license?"Frank still ignored him, standing impassively with his eyes fixed on the front entrance, as if waiting."Whatever." Seeing that Frank remained unresponsive, Abel sighed and said, "I'll be waiting inside, Mr. Lawrence."
Ferdy soon dismissed the idea that he might have made a mistake.He definitely did not make a mistake—the woman's daughter had a cold."Fine!" He sneered, nodding at Frank and taking up his bet.Though he had nothing else to say anyway, he hurried back to his office, somehow feeling a little guilty…-After Ferdy left, Jim said, "I can see that you're right about Ferdy prescribing expensive medicine to patients who don't really need it. We will deal with it accordingly."Pausing, he then asked, "Why do you insist that the girl has a heat condition? Even my grandfather couldn't tell.""Of course he couldn't." Frank kept his eyes on the entrance, his tone flat as he spoke. "The female physique is inherently cooler. But since it's her lungs that are inflamed, and the fact that she's born flat-footed is a combination of coincidences that makes it look like a common cold.""Flat-footed?"Jim was left musing for a while, but he had not the faintest idea what flat-footedness had to
"Buzz off." Frank slapped Ferdy across the face right then and sent him flying.Jim watched as the almost six-foot Ferdy shot six meters away and crashed into his own desk, breaking it."Impossible…" Ferdy mumbled repeatedly even as he collapsed on the floor."Sir, please… save my daughter…" Brenda was still begging repeatedly."Don't worry," Frank assured her. "She'll be fine with me around."He began inserting the needles into the acupoints around Ava's belly, and then took out a golden pill which he fed into Ava's mouth.Jim somehow found the pill familiar. "Mr. Lawrence? What's that?""An Ichor Pill," Frank replied calmly without looking up.However, the name alone left Jim freezing up in shock. "What? An Ichor Pill? For real?! And you just gave it off to some little girl?""Some little girl?"Frank looked up, snorting even as he leveled a look of annoyance at Jim even as he suffered a breakdown. "It's my pill, and I can feed it to whomever I like. Or do I need your permi
Ferdy could not even crawl over to Frank and beg!At the same time, Frank infused an iota of his pure vigor into Ava's chest and belly to stimulate her internal organs."Blargh!" She suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood.While Brenda's face paled at the sight, Frank assured her, "Don't worry, she's fine."Soon, Ava stirred."Oh, my baby! You gave me such a scare!" Brenda exclaimed with tears of joy and held Ava firmly in her arms as she thanked Frank repeatedly. "Thank you so much… That quack doctor would have killed my dear Ava if not for you."Jim stood as he watched Brenda rummaging through her purse, his cheeks stiffening.Each Ichor Pill was priceless. If one had to rate its value, it would be ten million dollars… and that was the lower estimation.While Jim was left troubled, Frank smiled, shaking his head. "My consultation fee is not exactly cheap.""T-Then… How much is it?" Brenda stopped rummaging her purse, obviously not a rich person. "Ten million dollars,"
Frank soon arrived at the back and stepped inside a detached house to meet the patient from an illustrious family.He soon saw that the patient—who was sipping tea leisurely at the guest room—was a familiar face."It's really been a while, Mr. Lawrence." Gus Zeller nodded in greeting.The man was with Willy Sorano when they attacked the Southstream Lanes, and he was now stroking his beard while smiling at Frank. "I'm surprised you've come all this way to Morhen. May I ask what the purpose of your trip is?"Though his attitude was a stark contrast to when they first met, Frank shook his head. "Just a little personal errand."Then, turning toward Abel, Frank asked quietly, "Could this be the patient you mentioned?"Yes." Abel nodded and smiled, seeing that they were already acquainted. "I guess this is what they call fate. "Frank said nothing—he actually had a bad impression of Gus since he was a member of the Sorano family.Both the sons of the Soranos' leader, be it Hubert Sor
Gus laughed. "Haha. I definitely wouldn't lie to you, Mr. Lawrence."Suddenly, Frank found Gus' attitude toward him weird. After all, Gus should be on the Soranos' side and therefore hostile toward Frank. After all, half the reason Zam Sorano was killed was because of Frank. And yet, Gus was not showing any enmity toward Frank now—if anything, he was exceedingly polite, even kind, as if he were just an ordinary younger man."How did you sustain your injury, Mr. Zeller?" he asked nonetheless.Gus smiled. He could tell that Frank's question was clearly loaded and simply admitted, "I was ambushed one night, leaving my organs and meridian nexus in pieces. Thankfully, someone saved me from the ruins." "Someone saved you?" Frank repeated softly."Yes." Gus' gaze turned distant in recollection. "It was a young girl… a kind one. She fed me a golden pill that saved my life, even helping me improve to Ascendant rank."Pausing, he chuckled. "While my life and cultivation was saved, I was
"I see."Frank finally understood how Ciaran survived the siege of Mystic Sky Sect thanks to Gus' tale—Gus himself protected her.But in the end, Ciaran fled abroad and learned the insect hex techniques of Talnam, which now appeared to be caused by trauma.It left him hesitant too—what if Gus found out that the infamous South Sea Crow was that kind girl who saved his life? What would he think?"Like I said, I owe Mystic Sky Sect my life." Gus sighed. "It's a debt I can never pay."Frank waited for a moment before speaking quietly, "It seems that you have seen through me. I must also thank you for not telling anyone, since no one in Morhen seems aware."Gus smiled and raised a palm. "It's really nothing."Frank's gaze turned milder too. "Though we stand apart, I'll treat you to escorting my fellow apprentice to safety. But if we have to fight again… Don't expect me to hold back."Gus chuckled bitterly in turn. "You're really merciless, Mr. Lawrence."Frank shrugged. "Anyway, I'
Abel stopped Frank, smiling confidently. "This is Morhen, Mr. Lawrence, and I've been working here in Morhen for decades. I can't promise you that I can get you anything amazing, but decades and even centuries old natural wonders are not a problem at all. Just leave it to me!"If anything, Abel and Jim were hesitant because Frank's request was too simple, leaving them at a loss. After all, they were ready for Frank to demand something outrageous."Good." Frank nodded, agreeing to the offer and feeling assured.As he left, Abel watched him and sighed in relief, smiling. "He's as noble as he is generous…""Yeah." Jim nodded but soon turned worriedly toward his grandfather with a frown. "What about the Soranos, Gramps?"Abel laughed exasperatedly. "Don't think I can't see through your schemes, brat. That's why you wanted Mr. Lawrence to list his name with us, didn't you?"Turning and giving Jim a solemn look, he said, "I know. The Soranos are pulling all stops to get involved in the
Baldie dropped to his knees with a thud.Not only did Frank possess superior abilities, but he had a functioning moral compass too?He certainly deserved the power of the spiritron vein!Baldie then said, "I guess I should warn you that there are people who keep their hands clean. They would do anything to further their mysterious goals, so you should watch out."Frank chuckled. "Don't worry. I never hold back when I should kill—just listen to the reverend, and leave if there's nothing else, or I might change my mind."At those words, Baldie turned to run without lingering another second. Frank then turned toward the beggar. "Is this what you want?"The beggar nodded, clearly not bothered to hide anything. "To be honest, I've been considering an issue—do all the people who gain superpowers deserve it? The dragon inside you, for example… I can't say that it's anything good."Frank nodded, smiling—she was right about that, as he thought the same himself.After all, it had done
Frank smiled, shaking his head. "No, you misunderstand. What I mean is that she's right. The paranormal, your mystical artifact—it all works using the same principle: You're all just a little stronger than the average martial artist."However, when you're up against the real deal like me, you're relatively weak and easily dealt with."Baldie was left flabbergasted. "No, no, no… That's impossible! We're not the same as martial artists. None of you stand a chance against us!"Frank shook his head. "What you're saying is impossible. Your kind is simply more gifted, while martial artists are less, and that's the only reason you're stronger than most martial artists."Baldie dropped to his knees with a thud, shaking his head repeatedly as there was nothing more that could tear him up inside.He had always believed that even if he was not divine, he was still an envoy among the mortals like the priests and monks in fiction. Naturally, he was convinced that the day would come when he tra
After strutting for so many years, this was the first time anyone had seen through the depth of Frank's abilities in its entirety.That alone set Baldie apart from the rest, or at least the average martial artist, if not placing him scarily high over them.Still, Baldie warned, "Word of advice, kid—mind your own business. This isn't my choice, as there's a larger faction at work here, and you'd be in trouble if you rubbed them the wrong way.""Really?"His warning only pleased Frank further.After all, this meant that there were more powerful individuals like Baldie!In fact, Frank was just getting sick of being invincible, or he would not have been amusing himself by tormenting baddies.And with Baldie's words, he found himself a new hobby… He had plenty of time to spare anyway, so he should use it!"What's that stupid grin for?"Baldie smiled in wry amusement as he realized what Frank was thinking.To think he had the bad luck to run into someone like him!"Simple, really.
The beggar continued, "The way I see it, those ghosts are basically people with superpowers. They are driven by their own desires to hurt the living, while some have trouble controlling their powers after suddenly awakening to it."Her unexpected explanation actually enlightened Frank.Ghosts and hauntings notwithstanding, they were just people who could do what normal people could not—but they were fundamentally no different!Without hesitation, Frank rushed forward when a tall, well-rounded bald man appeared before he reached the graves. "Does no one ever listen?" He laughed coldly.Frank felt a powerful burst of energy from his words—he was clearly trying to make them obey, but they were not listening!"In that case, I'd just have to be tough on you!"At those words, a bead appeared on Baldie's palm, and it shot up to the sky!At the same time, an unusual energy converged and ultimately morphed into a monster.It was basically a pile of rotting flesh crawling with maggots.
Frank smiled, shaking his head. "Don't worry—I'm neither blind nor deaf. I knew what was happening from the start, and I'd be even more upset if I were in your shoes."The stall owner sighed in relief at Frank's words and turned to leave, not forgetting to curse the beggar under his breath.At the same time, the beggar straightened herself off the ground and sat cross-legged, whipping out a large meatloaf out of nowhere and chomping down on it.Frank sat beside her too, not bothered that he was wearing an expensive suit and certainly not concerned about getting it dirty."So, do I pass your test, reverend?"The beggar said nothing, instead handing Frank the meatloaf that her dirty hands had left darkened. "Hurry up. It's good."Frank took it, not minding it at all and finishing it in a few bites. "It's good, but I can make something better. How about it?"The beggar was suddenly on her feet, stretching her back and yawning. "Next time. I'm busy.""What is it? Can't I help?" Fra
After Mr. Creston handed Frank his phone, Frank nodded. "Good, at least you're cooperating. So you can do it yourself!"Mr. Creston was left befuddled—what the hell?! He was already being so cooperative, and the brat still wanted him dead?!"Friend, a gentleman is as good as his word," he said. "People would laugh at you.""Laugh at me?" Frank chuckled coolly. "Who would dare laugh at me? Also, I think it might happen if I don't wipe out people like you.""What…!"As Mr. Creston realized from Frank's calm tone that he was not letting him off the hook, he ran without hesitation.But to Frank, he was slower than a tortoise and disappeared in the blink of an eye.Frank then whipped out Mr. Creston's phone and called the number in it.A coquettish woman answered the call. "Hey, buddy!"Frank laughed at the way she greeted him as if they were old friends. "Reverend Quietus, I presume? Why don't we meet up, if you don't mind?""I certainly don't mind." The woman laughed too. "Who
Frank smiled and nodded. "Ladies like you are rare these days."Drunken Moon snapped her fingers, grinning. "That's exactly why we need to work hard to eliminate all the terrible women. There would be more good girls that way, don't you agree?"I'm not out to make men happy—just to set a standard for my fellow girls. Not everything is black and white, since anything can be relative. Even if men were all gone, bad women would still be bad women. Don't you agree?"Frank nodded in agreement.Thirty minutes later, the stout Mr. Creston sat up on the bed, clearly startled.Frank, who was watching from a bird's eye view, was caught by surprise—how did that man sense his presence?Still, he understood when he saw that Mr. Creston was holding a gleaming yellow talisman.Shock soon turned to curiosity as Frank thought most street geomancers these days were conmen, but somehow, a working talisman was there right in front of him. Hence, Frank made up his mind to find them right then."I
Frank was not only the smart guy out there in the whole right world. In other words, Mr. Creston had that in mind too!He was helping because he had felt insulted after Frank flexed on him earlier, and Dani was still useful to him—for now.When she handed over the company, however, he would not hesitate to kick her out! On top of that, he would make sure that she took the fall for all the dirty deeds they did together.In the end, she would not even be able to defend herself, while suffering lawsuits and public condemnation!Even so, she said, "I understand now. But it's never too late—I swear I'll change if you give me a chance!"Frank simply turned to Zein. "Actually, this man had the right idea—if he gave you a chance, who would give him one?"We're all adults here, so act your age. I'm sure you understand how a good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.""I get it!" Dani quickly said. "You don't have to keep me around, just—""No!" Frank snapped and crushed her left hand und
Dani was under the impression that even if the goons were not the best, they were on the cusp of reaching that level anyway.It turned out to be just her wishful thinking—when against the truly powerful, she was a lamb at the mercy of the butcher's knife, no matter how many people she brought! "To be honest, I'm curious as to what you're thinking." Frank snorted as he strode up to Dani. "Why dump a man who loves you dearly for some prick you don't even know? Being abused in that state and still thinking that you'd chosen wisely—do you actually have a brain?"Seeing her launching, he knew she was not listening, and he tore her ear off!The horrific pain jolted Dani to her senses, and she was left clutching what remained of her ear as she stared at the seemingly handsome man.She was under the impression that Frank would let her live even if she lost, but it was once again wishful thinking.He would kill her, and savagely at that!And she was certainly right, since Frank had ne