Martial Saint with Passives

Outside the house.

The general manager, Foreman Wang, and the crowd of craftsmen were still craning their necks, eager to watch the spectacle.

The moment they saw Zhao Kang’s figure, they all trembled violently. Without a moment’s hesitation, they dropped to their knees with a series of THUDS!

However, when they got a clear look at the bizarre scene before them, their minds reeled in shock!

’His Majesty... His Majesty... is personally leading the way for Jiang Dawu?!’

’That old carpenter, the one who was always so honest and unassuming in their eyes, even a bit of a pushover... what are his origins?!’

’And that young man next to him... who in the world is he?!’

At first, they thought Jiang Dawu had just gotten some incredible dumb luck and won His Majesty’s favor.

But now, it was clear that the situation was far more absurd than they could have ever imagined!

The way His Majesty was acting so deferential toward Jiang Dawu—how could that be mistaken for simple favor?

It was... it was as if he were a personal servant attending to his master!

’What in the world is going on?!’

Everyone’s mind had gone completely blank.

The strangeness of the situation had completely surpassed their understanding!

Before long, under the crowd’s ghostly stares, Jiang Dawu and Jiang Che walked into the low, dilapidated house together.

"Wife! Look! Look who’s back!" Jiang Dawu’s voice trembled with extreme excitement.

Lying in bed, Mrs. Zhou dazedly craned her neck to look.

When her gaze fell upon the tall, upright young man standing in the doorway, she froze as if struck by lightning, and a violent tremor ran through her body!

"Che... Che’er...?"

Even though Jiang Che’s appearance had changed drastically, she recognized him in a single glance!

The next moment, two streams of hot tears instantly welled up in her eyes, which had long grown cloudy from illness and the hardships of life!

She trembled, reaching out a withered hand as if she couldn’t believe her own eyes.

"It’s my son!"

Jiang Che could no longer suppress his emotions. He rushed forward and, with a THUD, fell heavily to his knees before the bed!

"Mother!"

Jiang Dawu stood to the side, watching the mother and son embrace tightly. The weather-beaten man couldn’t help but lift his sleeve to secretly wipe away his tears.

A moment later, Jiang Che slowly released his hold. Seeing his mother’s sallow, gaunt face, a sharp pain pierced his heart.

"Mother, you’re sick? Let me take a look!"

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing, don’t worry..." Mrs. Zhou said, tears streaming down her face as she lovingly caressed her son’s cheek with her rough palm. "It’s just... I just caught a bit of a cold. It’ll be fine... in a few days..."

Jiang Che said nothing. He simply took hold of his mother’s withered wrist and slowly channeled a thread of pure True Qi into her.

In an instant, his expression darkened!

’Her lungs... they’re severely infected!’

’If this drags on any longer, I’m afraid... she’ll be beyond saving!’

Not daring to delay for even a second, Jiang Che immediately circulated his True Qi, carefully protecting his mother’s heart meridians to slow the progression of her illness.

Then, he took a Top Grade Strengthening and Nourishing Elixir Pill from his robes and gently fed it into his mother’s mouth.

However, Jiang Che was not a doctor, after all.

Treating Zhao Kang’s injuries before had seemed complex, but it was mainly achieved with potent Elixir Pills that restored Qi Blood for Bone Healing and Vein Rejuvenation.

Martial Artists fought year-round, so most of the Sect’s Elixir Pills were designed for muscle and bone injuries, and were remarkably effective.

Moreover, Zhao Kang was a Refining Organ Realm Martial Artist, so his recovery Ability was also very strong.

But for a deep-seated illness like his mother’s, where the affliction had already penetrated deep into her organs, he could only temporarily stabilize her condition and prevent it from worsening.

To eradicate it completely, he would have to return to the Cangyun Sect as soon as possible and seek help from Ye Lianzhen!

Of course, he didn’t tell his mother any of this.

Mrs. Zhou only felt an incredibly gentle yet vibrant, life-filled warmth instantly spread through her entire body!

Her body, which had been cold from her illness, gradually began to warm up! Even her breathing became much smoother!

"Che’er, what... what’s happening?" she asked, looking at her son in astonishment. "How do you know how to do this?"

Jiang Che looked at his mother and smiled. "Mother, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it later."

"Good child, good child..." Mrs. Zhou gazed at her son, her eyes filled with relief and pride. "You must... you must be doing very well for yourself now! By the way, where’s Ling’er? Where... where is she?"

Jiang Che smiled. "Mother, don’t you worry! Ling’er is doing great! She’s waiting for us at an inn in the city right now. We’ll go over right away!"

"Good, good, good! Let’s go! Let’s go right now!"

Afterward, the family of three, personally escorted by Zhao Kang, boarded a luxurious carriage exclusive to the Prince’s Mansion and slowly headed toward the inn in the city.

Only after the carriage had completely disappeared around the street corner did Zhao Kang slowly straighten up.

He turned to look at the general manager, Foreman Wang, and the crowd of craftsmen still kneeling on the ground behind him.

The fawning and fear on his face were gone, replaced by his usual cold and imposing demeanor!

His icy gaze swept over everyone as he spoke in a chilling voice:

"Not a single word of what just happened is to be leaked by anyone!"

"Anyone who disobeys..."

"...will be executed!"

In truth, if this were the past, he would have already silenced all these people who had witnessed his disgraceful behavior without a second thought.

But now, with the great mountain that was Jiang Che looming over him, Zhao Kang no longer dared to commit such a slaughter.

’What if one of these craftsmen has a good relationship with that family? If they later find out I killed them...’