Chapter 5: The Terrifying Power of the Raging Wave Palm

In the early morning, the hazy dawn spilled across the grass. Su Muqing, dressed in sportswear, was practicing martial arts on the lawn in front of the door. Although Su Dao'an was often spoken of as "neither a master of medicine nor martial arts," after more than ten years as a disciple of Yunshan, he had still learned a few skills.

Su Muqing had been lively since childhood, so Su Dao'an taught her some Yunshan martial arts. Su Muyu, on the other hand, had been frail since she was young. When bullied by classmates, she never dared to tell at home; each time, Su Muqing would stand in front of her sister, fighting with the boys at school. Thanks to her training, she often left them crying.

She persisted in practicing martial arts to protect her sister. The first time she met Lu Feng, she acted without hesitation for that very reason.

Unlike Su Dao'an, Lu Feng excelled in both medicine and martial arts. He was used to rising early, and as he stepped outside that morning, he happened to see Su Muqing practicing her forms.

"Practicing, are you?" Lu Feng greeted casually.

"You just wait! I’ll definitely beat you one day," Su Muqing replied, still annoyed.

Lu Feng smiled and shook his head. "With just that palm technique?"

"How dare you underestimate me? Let me tell you, once I master the ninth level of the Raging Wave Palm, its power will scare you out of your wits," Su Muqing shot him a sidelong glance, holding her head high with pride.

"Oh? And which level have you reached?" Lu Feng asked, unbothered.

"The...first...level!" Su Muqing answered while channeling her palm.

Lu Feng nearly burst out laughing.

"Hey! What are you laughing at? For my age, reaching the first level is impressive, okay? Even my dad only got to the first level," Su Muqing flared up at Lu Feng’s laughter.

"Well, that's why the old man is said to be neither a master of medicine nor martial arts," Lu Feng said, suppressing his amusement.

"Don’t you dare talk about my dad! Do you want me to knock you flat with one palm?" Su Muqing retorted angrily.

"Sure! I’ll consider it a warm-up," Lu Feng agreed without hesitation.

Su Muqing was taken aback. She had never used the Raging Wave Palm in a real fight. When Su Dao'an taught her, he said it was a secret technique of their sect and must not be used lightly. Besides, she hadn’t encountered any real experts before; those so-called black belts could be knocked over with a single kick, so the Raging Wave Palm was never necessary.

"Let me warn you—I might not be able to hold back. If I injure you, I won't be responsible," Su Muqing cautioned.

"No worries, I’ll manage," Lu Feng replied carelessly.

Su Muqing grew excited. She’d never sparred with anyone using the Raging Wave Palm and had been itching to try. She assumed the opening stance and said to Lu Feng, "I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. You should make the first move."

"You go ahead. If I strike first, the match will end immediately—it’d be like hitting a wooden post," Lu Feng waved dismissively.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Su Muqing felt belittled and glared at him.

"It means you won’t withstand even one of my moves."

"Nonsense!" Su Muqing shouted furiously and charged forward, striking at Lu Feng's palm.

They met palm to palm. Lu Feng slightly bent his arm to absorb her force, then suddenly pushed back, sending a surge of power that propelled Su Muqing through the air.

She felt herself lifted by an immense force, floating backward. Fortunately, the force was not harsh; she drifted seven or eight meters before landing, then took a few steps before regaining her balance.

Lu Feng shook his hand and said, "The Raging Wave Palm is too soft and dull. Boxing is far more vigorous."

Su Muqing frowned at Lu Feng, suspecting she must have imagined it. How could she have been sent flying so far, yet emerged unhurt?

"Hey! How do you know the Raging Wave Palm?" Su Muqing was deeply curious but tried to maintain her composure, though it came off awkwardly.

"Of course I know Yunshan's martial arts," Lu Feng replied with serene indifference.

"But my dad said this palm technique is a family heirloom."

"Then he lied to you."

"You’re talking nonsense! You must have stolen our family's martial arts," Su Muqing insisted, stubbornly clinging to her own reasoning.

"Girl, come to your senses. If you keep claiming Yunshan martial arts as your own, I’ll have to drag your dad back to Yunshan," Lu Feng said with a smile and a shake of his head.

Su Muqing was angry and wanted to retort.

At that moment, Su Muyu opened the door and said, "Breakfast is ready. Let’s eat first."

"Thank you! Could you also make breakfast for Qilin?" Lu Feng walked over without the slightest reservation, making sure to secure a meal for the Alaskan Malamute sprawled on the floor, tongue lolling.

"Of course. Is rice soaked in bone broth alright? We don’t have any dog food at home," Su Muyu asked.

"Qilin doesn’t eat dog food. Bone broth with rice is perfect," Lu Feng replied.

"Don’t let him order you around, sis!" Su Muqing whispered, grabbing Su Muyu’s hand. "Sis, don’t talk to this bad guy. He’ll lure you away."

"Stop fussing. Eat your breakfast. The internship opportunity at school is rare—you can’t be late on your first day," Su Muyu said affectionately, pulling out a small comb to tidy her sister's hair.

...

After breakfast, Su Muyu and Su Muqing drove their Beetle to the Tianhe branch. According to Su Dao'an, Su Muyu had always wanted to be a police officer, but her poor health meant she couldn’t pass the academy exams. So Su Muqing took up her sister’s dream, scraping into the Judicial Police University with the lowest possible grades.

Su Muyu, meanwhile, enrolled in medical school.

Yesterday, Su Muqing went to the Tianhe branch to handle her internship paperwork; this was an in-school internship, and she’d have to return to classes once it ended.

Su Muyu accompanied her to register, then planned to buy a gift at the mall while her sister checked in. On the way, she ran into a purse snatcher—and then met Lu Feng.

"Xiao Feng, is it alright if I call you 'Uncle'? It feels more intimate," Su Dao'an asked while watching Lu Feng eat breakfast.

"Call me whatever you like," Lu Feng responded, unconcerned about such things.

"I have to head to work soon. I’ll have Assistant Chen take you shopping for some clothes. Here, use this card," Su Dao'an said, handing Lu Feng a gold card from his wallet.

"My master always said: 'Never accept food or favors from others.' I won’t take it," Lu Feng replied, not even looking up.

"Your master was talking about other people. Am I 'other people'? Use it without worry—or consider it the consultation fee for treating Xiao Yu," Su Dao'an insisted.

"I already ate the consultation fee," Lu Feng said, still not looking up as he continued with his fried egg.

"Ate it?"

"This. I said never accept food for free; naturally, I can’t eat and stay in your home without compensation. From now on, board and lodging will count as medical fees. That way, everything is clear. If I find you misusing the Thousand Gold Prescription for evil, I won’t hesitate to deal with you," Lu Feng said, picking up half a fried egg with his chopsticks and popping it into his mouth.

Su Dao'an was immediately elated, filtering out the latter half of Lu Feng’s words and grabbing his hand. "So you mean you’re willing to treat Xiao Yu?"

"I thought it over last night. If I don’t treat my junior sister, the old man might skin me alive when I return. So I’ll treat her," Lu Feng replied.