Dashing Student

Chen Nan's face showed a faint, intriguing smile: "It's been a long time since I encountered such an arrogant guy like you!"

Long San was about to speak when he noticed Hu Die standing next to Chen Nan, a lewd glint flashing in his eyes as he grinned: "Oh, you even have such a pretty girl with you, not bad, not bad, I like it!"

Chen Nan ignored Long San's provocation and first helped the old doctor who had fallen to the ground: "Old man, are you all right?"

The old doctor shook his head, clutching the wooden box tightly: "Thank you, young master, for saving me, but this Blood Ganoderma is a life-saving herb I painstakingly collected from the deep mountains, I can't give it to them!"

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can take your belongings." Chen Nan said gently, but when he turned to face Long San, his eyes turned cold, "Robbing civilians in broad daylight, is there no law?"

Long San laughed heartily: "Here in Qingxi Town, I, Long San, am the law!"

"Kid, you look unfamiliar, aren't you a local? If you're smart, get out of here and leave the girl behind for me to play with, or else..." He clenched his fist, the knuckles cracking loudly.

Hu Die's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, but more with pity—this fool had no idea what kind of being he was provoking!

Chen Nan sighed: "I didn't want to cause trouble, but someone like you won't learn a lesson without some punishment."

"You're asking for death!" Long San roared, throwing a punch at Chen Nan's face.

This punch was powerful and fast, clearly demonstrating some real martial skills.

Among the crowd, there were gasps of surprise, some even closed their eyes, unwilling to see the bloody sight of this handsome young man being struck down.

However, in the next moment, everyone's eyes widened—

Chen Nan remained motionless, merely raising his right hand to effortlessly catch Long San's punch.

The punch, powerful enough to shatter bricks, felt like a baby's gentle pat in his hand.

"What?" Long San's face changed drastically as he tried to withdraw his fist but found his hand trapped as if clamped by iron tongs, unable to move.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, a foreboding sense of doom rising in his heart.

"With such limited skills, you dare to act so arrogantly?" Chen Nan sneered, applying slight pressure with his hand.

"Ah!"

Long San let out a miserable scream, falling to his knees, his wrist already deformed, his bones cracking under the pressure.

"Bastard, let go of Third Master!"

Long San's men finally reacted, drawing their short swords and sticks, rushing at Chen Nan like hungry wolves!

Seeing this, the onlookers held their breath, their eyes filled with tension and fear!

To them, with so many people attacking at once, Chen Nan was surely going to be left covered in blood, lying on the ground groaning!

However, Chen Nan didn't even glance at them, merely waving his left hand, unleashing an invisible force.

The thugs were knocked back as if they had hit an invisible wall, crashing to the ground several yards away, wailing in pain!

The entire street fell silent, everyone stunned by this extraordinary scene.

Stopping a sword with bare hands is no big deal, but knocking multiple people into the air from a distance goes beyond ordinary martial arts.

Long San's face turned ashen, finally realizing he had kicked a steel plate, his eyes filled with fear, gone was his earlier arrogance: "Are you a martial arts master?"

"Get lost." Chen Nan released his grip, and Long San backed away as if granted amnesty, stammering: "If there's a next time, it won't just be your wrist that breaks."

With the help of his subordinates, Long San barely stood, his eyes flashing with venom: "Kid, just you wait! Offending me, Long San, means offending the Black Miao Clan! If you dare, don't run!"

After spitting out these ruthless words, the group fled in panic!

"Coward, have some guts and don't run then!" Chen Nan smirked coldly, then turned to check the old doctor's injuries.

Hu Die had already taken the old man's pulse, taking a small porcelain bottle from her waist, and poured out a pill: "Elder Yang, take this Revitalizing Pill, your injuries will soon improve."

The old doctor gratefully accepted the pill and took it, feeling better after a moment: "Thank you both for saving me, I am Yang Jishi, may I ask for the honored names of my benefactors?"

"I am Chen Nan, and this is Hu Die." Chen Nan introduced briefly: "No need for formalities, Elder Yang, it's only right to stand up against injustice."

However, Elder Yang appeared worried: "Master Chen, your skills are remarkable, I am impressed. But behind Long San stands the Black Miao Clan, known for their viciousness and expertise in poison and Gu. It would be wise for you to leave Qingxi Town quickly."

Hu Die chuckled softly: "Don't worry, Elder Yang, any Black or White Miao is nothing in front of my... husband." She almost slipped, quickly correcting herself, her face turning slightly red.

In the Miao Border, many people cultivate Gu, but it's clear that their skills in cultivating Gu cannot compare to the Poisonous Insect Sect!

And it's precisely because the Poisonous Insect Sect excels in Gu Technique that they command respect from the Seventy-two Villages of Miaojiang!

Seeing their composure, Elder Yang felt slightly relieved, and solemnly said: "In any case, you both saved my life and preserved this precious Blood Ganoderma."

"Please do visit my humble abode so I can express my gratitude properly."

Chen Nan was about to decline but agreed upon seeing the wooden box he held: "We will impose upon Elder Yang then!"

Elder Yang smiled kindly, making an inviting gesture: "This way please!"

Elder Yang's small courtyard was nestled among green bamboo, with stone paths lined with various medicinal herbs, the air rich with their scent.

Chen Nan glanced over the herbs drying on bamboo trays; though common, they were well-processed, their properties well preserved, indicating Elder Yang's genuine expertise in his field.

"The humble abode is simple, forgive me." Elder Yang pushed open the hall's wooden door, a strong medicinal fragrance wafting out.

The interior was simply furnished but spotless.

Most eye-catching was a row of medicine cabinets against the wall, neatly lined with dozens of blue porcelain jars, each labeled with red paper tags.

"You are too kind, Elder Yang." Chen Nan surveyed the room, his gaze finally resting on the inner room's curtain—from there came faint coughing sounds.

Elder Yang's expression turned somber, sighing: "I won't hide it, the reason I fought to keep the Blood Ganoderma is because my son is gravely ill and needs it to survive."

With that, he lifted the inner room's curtain: "Please come with me."

The inner room was dimly lit, with a young man in his early twenties lying on the bed, his face pale as paper, his lips an unhealthy shade of purplish-black.

At the sound, he barely opened his eyes, weakly calling: "Father..."

"What happened to Young Master Yang?" Hu Die's brows furrowed slightly, stepping forward to carefully observe the patient's condition.