My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 611: Please Mr. Yang for Help!

Yang Qi smiled at Liao Fusheng. "Brother Liao, if I were worried about such things, I wouldn’t have asked for such a high price. If they lack even that much foresight, then they can just wait for their clan to be wiped out."

Liao Fusheng was stunned.

This brother of his has really changed a lot.

But what of it? The bond between them hadn’t changed; it was as strong and loyal as ever.

Perhaps, in Yang Qi’s eyes, the Future Group is nothing more than a lowly ant, not worth a second thought.

The True Yang Sage also looked at Liao Fusheng and said, "Those with overwhelming power always think the rules they set are the only ones that matter! They believe that with power and influence, they can do whatever they want! In their eyes, Martial Artists are only fit to be used and exploited, not to be taken seriously. But they don’t know that some beings in this world are beyond their control. The true rule is the most primal one: the law of the jungle. Might makes right—the one with the biggest fist is king!

"The Future Group’s dominance only works for bullying ordinary people. In front of Mr. Yang, they are nothing! Mr. Yang selling them Qi Blood Pills is already an act of great mercy. If they fail to appreciate it and decide to cause trouble, they’ll pay with their lives!"

Liao Fusheng only vaguely understood, as he still didn’t fully grasp what kind of person Yang Qi was or the true extent of his power.

"Alright, Brother Liao, just remember this: this era might be more magical than you imagine. Cultivate well. When your fists are strong enough, you won’t be easily taken advantage of. I have to return to Thunder City now. If you need anything, feel free to call me."

Yang Qi bid farewell to Liao Fusheng and was about to leave when Tong Wu suddenly walked in with someone.

"Lucky I caught you, Mr. Yang!" Tong Wu exclaimed, realizing Yang Qi was on his way out. "You were leaving without even telling me. I wanted to see you off!"

"There’s no need. I’ll be back to Sea City sooner or later. My business here is done, so it’s time to go," Yang Qi said. He then turned his gaze to Li Yang, who was beside Tong Wu. "Are you looking for me? Is it urgent?" he asked indifferently.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Yang! You must help me with this!" Li Yang exclaimed, dropping to his knees. Ever since the incident at Strange Mountain, he was convinced that Yang Qi was an immortal among men, someone he must not disrespect.

"Stand up," Yang Qi said calmly.

Li Yang found himself rising to his feet subconsciously, as if he were being controlled. He was dumbstruck.

If Yang Qi has this kind of ability, couldn’t a single word from him make me commit suicide? And I would just... do it? That’s terrifying.

This was the most rudimentary application of Divine Sense. Even without knowing Soul Technique, one could control others, though it was limited to ordinary people. The stronger a person’s aura, the more difficult they were to control.

"Mr. Yang, my father would like to see you," Li Yang said, standing there awkwardly. "I told him you saved my life, and he wants to thank you in person."

He realized he had absolutely no confidence in front of Yang Qi.

"Oh?" Yang Qi chuckled. "You’re not telling the truth."

Li Yang’s heart jumped. Yang Qi can see right through my lie! He really is an immortal!

"I didn’t mean to lie. Thanking you is only part of it," Li Yang quickly explained. "My father has encountered a difficult problem, one that concerns the safety of all of Sea City. With your incredible Divine Skills, surely you won’t turn a blind eye to the people of Sea City, will you?"

He had been reluctant to say this at first, fearing Yang Qi might refuse to go. After all, powerful individuals like him were often rather selfish, unconcerned with the lives of others.

"You should have just said so," Yang Qi replied.

Yang Qi was not a descendant of an Immortal Sect but a self-taught cultivator, which probably made him one of the most compassionate cultivators around. Furthermore, Immortal Cultivation was just a means for him to become stronger, not his ultimate goal; he wouldn’t lose sight of the bigger picture. Besides, establishing a good relationship with the City Lord of Sea City would pave the way for the Qifei Group to enter the city in the future. Why not meet him? Moreover, he was far from invincible. Offending the City Lord of Sea City would be unwise, while building a good relationship would save him a lot of trouble. At this stage, connections weren’t a burden. On the contrary, they were a great help. If he hadn’t gotten to know people like Lei Qingtian in Jingnan Prefecture, he would never have been able to handle so many matters so easily.

After getting into the car, Yang Qi asked indifferently, "Now, can you tell me what this is all about? You don’t have to keep staring at me. I know you’re curious about this world, but it’s not too late to start learning."

Li Yang flushed with embarrassment.

Indeed. After more than twenty years of life, he was only now realizing how superficial his existence had been. Spells, Beast Taming, the Golden Eagle, Spiritual Medicine, Immortals... he felt this world was nothing like what he had known. Perhaps he had only ever scratched the surface. Getting to know Yang Qi could be hugely beneficial for his future. That was why he had braved his nerves to find him. Even if he couldn’t learn anything from Yang Qi, he might at least bask in some of his reflected glory.

The City Lord of Sea City had no intention of inviting Yang Qi. In fact, he wouldn’t have believed a single word about what had happened at Strange Mountain. It was Li Yang who had taken it upon himself to ask Yang Qi for help.

"It’s like this, Mr. Yang," Li Yang began, proceeding to explain the matter in detail.

It turned out that a strange illness had recently appeared in Sea City. Although it wasn’t contagious, it bizarrely only affected locals or people who had lived in the city for a long time. Travelers and temporary workers from other places were completely fine.

The City Lord, Li Fei, had tried many methods to resolve the issue. He consulted numerous renowned doctors and medical experts, but all to no avail. At his wit’s end, Li Fei began seeking out Feng Shui Masters and Magicians from the south. Since science had failed, he was desperate enough to grasp at straws.

Seeing his father so distressed, Li Yang wanted to help and immediately thought of Yang Qi. With his Divine Skills, he should be able to handle this sort of thing.

"You still have to believe in science!" Yang Qi said with a smile. "Perhaps the problem isn’t unsolvable, it’s just that the doctors and experts you invited weren’t careful enough, or maybe they simply haven’t found the crux of the issue."

’Believe in science’? Why does that sound so odd coming from a man like him?

But he didn’t dare say it out loud.

Anyway, whether it’s science or the supernatural, as long as it solves the problem, it’s a good method.

On the way, Yang Qi questioned Li Yang in detail about the patients’ conditions. A faint smile played on his lips; he had practically figured out the problem already. Now, it was just a matter of how to resolve it.

Was it a Feng Shui issue? In a sense, yes. But in another sense, no.

The problem was easy to solve; he already had a plan.