I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 51: It Had Been Discovered Long Ago

how can that be!

He clearly suppressed all fluctuations of his aura!

For cultivators in the Integration Stage, deliberately erasing their "presence" and blending into the bustling city is an incredibly simple matter.

But he only realized now that the other party had already seen through his attempts to conceal his aura and figure.

The owner of the clinic looked unremarkable, treating ordinary people in this bustling city. However, Wu Rong was now considered a prominent figure in this area. He didn't possess the so-called "aura of a master," but he had seen plenty of such people.

But the young man in the clinic who had already discovered him didn't have that kind of demeanor. The more he did that, the more suspicious and uncertain Wu Rong felt.

Could it be that this person's background is far more terrifying than he imagined?

Although Wu Rong was shaken, he did not show any abnormality. He slowly stepped inside. Since he had been discovered, he simply did not bother to hide it anymore.

Seeing Wu Rong walk in, Gu Heng only glanced at her and continued tidying up the medicine. He calmly said, "I've been waiting for you. Your grandson's hand was chopped off by a brat. If you don't come and demand an explanation, it won't be right."

Gu Heng had actually noticed the suspicious old man long ago.

As for how he found out... this guy was standing on the road outside the front yard of his clinic, staring intently inside. His expression was extremely serious, and it was clear at a glance that he wasn't there for treatment, but to cause trouble.

Thinking back to what Qin Yiyao told him at lunch... it couldn't be wrong, it was probably this old man's grandson who was itching to grope his precious apprentice, and then he got the lesson of having his hand broken.

Look at this old man, he is dressed in a brocade robe and has a gold bracelet on his wrist. Under the cover of his wealth, he does not look so withered. It is true that the wealthy are well raised and have good fortune in their old age.

It seems he raised a very spoiled grandson.

He probably used his money to bully men and women, harming many innocent women. This time, he miscalculated and lost a hand.

Gu Heng could only say, "Good job cutting it."

The younger one was beaten, and now the older one is coming to the door.

However, this wealthy old man came to demand an explanation without even a bodyguard... Could it be that this old man is a martial arts expert?

Wu Rong felt a chill run down her spine and immediately became alert.

Sure enough, the owner of this clinic was no ordinary person. Not only had he discovered the traces that the clinic owner had painstakingly hidden, but he also knew why the clinic owner had come.

After a moment's hesitation, Wu Rong said, "Alright, since you're already waiting for me, it would seem disrespectful of me not to go in."

Now that he had arrived and the other party had seen through his intentions, Wu Rong felt less worried and stepped into the front yard. But as soon as he stepped over the threshold, the plaque hanging on the door of the clinic suddenly changed!

Wu Rong's steps seemed to freeze at this moment.

His eyes widened in disbelief, for what he saw at that moment was a profound truth as vast as the sea and as powerful as a mountain!

What immense power!

Such profound cultivation!

The four large characters "Gu's Medical Clinic" seemed to instantly extend a torrent of Daoist energy, enveloping Wu Rong within it. His mind was instantly stunned speechless by the profound meaning within the characters. In that instant, Wu Rong felt as insignificant as a drop in the ocean, as small as dust, utterly incomparable to this Daoist energy!

Wu Rong wanted to comprehend this true meaning.

Completely unaware that their consciousness had already become completely absorbed.

"What's so interesting about that plaque that it captivates you so much? If you want to talk to me about serious matters, then concentrate."

Wu Rong was instantly jolted awake. The overwhelming true meaning around him vanished completely in an instant. He still managed to step halfway across the threshold, but he was already covered in cold sweat.

so close.

He knew that he had just fallen into a dangerous state of extreme obsession, his mind was scattered, and his soul was almost slowly being ground to dust by the Daoist rhyme in the words.

But the clinic owner still pulled him back from the brink of death. Then, the clinic owner merely gave him a half-smile, then slowly shook his head.

"This old man, he's always preoccupied with his own thoughts, even when he's just walking...sigh."

Gu Heng saw him standing there in a daze, and he knew perfectly well that the old man was thinking about something else. He was afraid that the old man would trip on the threshold and fall flat on his face.

Look at how old he is, Gu Heng is afraid he'll fall over if he shakes him even slightly, let alone trip and fall.

Although in this world, it's not so bad that you'd be extorted by an old man for wrestling.

"...It seems I was short-sighted."

Wu Rong quietly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

He suddenly realized that while his cultivation at the Integration Stage was enough to make him a king in this corner of the Sun Flame Dynasty, he was nothing more than a speck of dust that all living beings would have to look up to... Even the most powerful person he had ever met was probably not even half as strong as the person in front of him.

And such an extremely powerful person actually lives in seclusion in such a small place?

Wu Rong was momentarily dazed, and then his heart was filled with a mixture of fear and trepidation.

The worst outcome may be imminent—his female apprentice must have told the clinic owner about the deed her grandson had done.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to think that Wu Jie losing a hand was not enough to quell his anger.

Being targeted by such a powerful and unparalleled figure... I'm afraid my chances of survival are slim today.

Regardless of the outcome, Wu Rong still has to bite the bullet and go for it.

Turning around and fleeing might lead to an even more tragic outcome.

He finally stepped into the seemingly ordinary clinic. It was a short walk, easily within reach, but Wu Rong felt a weight lifted from his heart. "May I ask your esteemed name?"

Wu Rong clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and asked.

"Gu Heng. If the old gentleman doesn't mind, you can call me Mr. Gu." A detached voice came from behind.

Gu Heng?

Wu Rong searched her mind for information about the name, but to no avail.

But it's normal not to know. There are many famous names in the world that are only famous for a short time and then disappear without a trace.

All he needed to know was that the person in front of him had unfathomable cultivation, because he was certain that this person was absolutely not someone to be trifled with, not even if it meant risking the entire Nianling Sect.

"Your name is truly impressive! I am Wu Rong, please excuse my rudeness."

Wu Rong returned the salute.

Gu Heng waved his hand, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and said indifferently, "Please have a seat, Grandpa Wu."

Wu Rong sat down at the table, and Gu Heng picked up the teapot on the table with his fingertips, pouring out hot tea.

"Please use."

Wu Rong did not refuse, picked up the tea and took a sip, immediately feeling a sweet and soothing sensation in her throat.

This tea... is extraordinary!

Wu Rong tasted it carefully again, and only after confirming that it was indeed made from Bodhi leaves did he dare to be certain that the tea was brewed with Bodhi leaves! This stuff is so precious that probably only His Majesty, who sits on the throne, can enjoy it in the entire Sun Flame Dynasty!

They actually used it to make tea...

Wu Rong had even more reason to speculate about the background and strength of the owner of this medical clinic.

"Tell me, what brings you here?"

Gu Heng flicked his sleeves, striking a rather arrogant pose—he had to be arrogant, after all, his little girl had chopped off the old man's grandson's hand.

We can't afford to lose in terms of momentum.