The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 69 - 66 Solutions

Chapter 69: Chapter 66 Solutions

"They’ve all walked far away. Are you still pretending?" A voice suddenly transmitted.

There was someone else...

Feng Jiu’s spirit greatly startled, assuming some of those people from earlier had stayed behind and were quietly watching him.

Seeing that Feng Jiu offered no response, the person continued speaking of their own accord, "You were born a prince, yet merely because of your inborn weakness, unable to practice martial arts, you are looked down upon. Those people just now, in terms of status, if their fathers and elders were to see you, they would have to pay their respects.

However, beneath that veneer of respect lies endless mockery and ridicule. And now, even that bit of a facade they’re too lazy to maintain. Today’s experience is the first, but it won’t be the last. This time, those people ran off because they were afraid of trouble, but next time, it may not be the case."

With the words of the person hidden in the shadows, Feng Jiu breathed rapidly, his body trembling. This was not trembling from fear, but from anger that he couldn’t suppress. Now, anyone with eyes could tell that this Ninth Prince was faking his fainting.

"So, do you want to change your fate? To change this pitiable fate of your own. I can give you that chance," the flippant words carried an immense temptation, which was lethal for Feng Jiu.

Nevertheless, Feng Jiu remained prostrate on the ground, his body finally calming from trembling.

"If you want to change your fate, then come to Yunlai Inn, room number three with the letter ’Jia’ on it."

After the person in hiding finished these words, there was no more sound.

Feng Jiu lay on the ground for a good while, finally certain that there was no one nearby, then got up. Looking around, he saw no sign of anyone in the secluded alley; he was the only one there. The person had left as quietly as they had come.

"Change my fate..." Feng Jiu murmured to himself, clutching his still aching nape, and with staggering steps, left the alley.

"It seems that this Ninth Prince is stronger than imagined, faced with such a tempting situation, he didn’t easily waver. Instead, it calmed him down from his anger," Qing Yu, wearing a black Confucian robe, stood on a lush tree in the courtyard of a house to the right of the alley. Through the gaps in the leaves, he watched Feng Jiu’s departing figure.

"But in the end, you will still come back to me. Sometimes, the more you cool down and think about it, the less you can withstand the temptation. Think about the past treatment and then think about the future after changing. You’ll find that you really have no choice. What’s more..." Qing Yu’s eyes showed deep meaning.

What’s more, Qing Yu had done more than just idle talk a moment ago. Secretly, he had released a hint of Enchanting Smoke, coupled with the Mind Control Technique, which deepened the obsessions of this pitiful Ninth Prince.

Sure enough, the very next day, early in the morning, someone knocked on the door. Upon opening the door, there stood the Ninth Prince himself.

"Is it you?" Feng Jiu asked doubtfully. He recognized this person—who had come to Tianyue Workshop the night before with Jin Mingxuan—this person was Jin Mingxuan’s friend.

"Are you joking with me?" A deep anger emerged on Feng Jiu’s face. He didn’t believe that this friend of Jin Mingxuan, who had embarrassed him, would help him. Moreover, the person was so young that it was unlikely they had the capacity to solve his problem.

"Since you’re here, why not give it a try? If you’re certain I’m deceiving you, you can leave later on."

Qing Yu turned and walked to the table inside the room to sit down, poured a cup of tea, and said, "Tea?"

Feng Jiu shook his head, entered the room, closed the door, and stood just behind the door without taking a seat, focusing on Qing Yu, "To change my fate, in fact, is simple—practise martial arts. And this, I encountered when I was ten years old. Someone told me that there was a person outside the palace who could cure my congenital weakness. I excitedly snuck out of the palace, but almost got caught by human traffickers.

Afterward, my Second Imperial Brother and Fourth Imperial Brother told me, it was a little joke they played on me. Ridiculously, I was also confined by the Emperor for three days because of it."

"Oh," Qing Yu took a sip of tea and said, "Then why do you still come looking for me?"

"Because I can’t accept it. I am the ninth son of the current Emperor. Although my mother was only a palace maid without a powerful family to rely on, I am after all a legitimate prince who has been recorded in the Imperial Family genealogy of the Imperial Clan Court. If I were content to be a prince living in safety and comfort, muddling along, there wouldn’t be so much hassle, and the Imperial Family would not miss one meal on my account.

But I can’t accept it. So, even if there’s just a little hope, I’m willing to try. At worst, it’s just another disappointment—I haven’t had enough of those in all these years?"

Feng Jiu’s words were more of an expression of dissatisfaction with reality and venting, rather than for Qing Yu to hear. After finishing his speech, his face showed a rare relaxed expression, implying he’d bottled up these words for quite some time.

"I’ve said my part. Now, it’s time for you to share this method of changing fate that you speak of."

"What if I propose some outrageous condition? Or what, are you so old that you still think I would help you unconditionally?" Qing Yu looked at Feng Jiu with a half-smiling expression.

"Of course not. Even relatives wouldn’t help me unconditionally, let alone you, a stranger," Feng Jiu said with self-deprecation. "But now, aside from the flashy status of a prince, I have nothing else that catches the eye. Even my pathetic life, with my current health condition, is uncertain if I can live up to thirty. So whatever the condition, it concerns the future—what future could be worse than now?"

"Then hope that you won’t regret it later," Qing Yu said.

"We’ve come to an agreement. Speak your solution now."

"Alright," Qing Yu nodded, "I have learned that your weakness is such that you can’t even withstand a trace of others’ Inner Strength. The medicine that could slowly nourish your body needs to be composed of Heavenly materials and earth treasures by a great medical expert. The Imperial Family can afford such an expense, but they won’t for your sake."

"Indeed, it is so. The Imperial Family is not short of Heavenly materials and earth treasures, and there are medical experts in the world, but I can’t afford this expense, and the Imperial Family doesn’t want to. After all, I have twelve brothers, each of whom is accomplished and powerful. The absence of a good-for-nothing like me is utterly insignificant," Feng Jiu confirmed.

"I also can’t afford such a cost. Therefore, there’s only one solution, and that is for you to slowly cultivate Inner Strength and gradually nourish your body."

"That won’t work," Feng Jiu interrupted, "Martial Artists begin the cultivation of Inner Strength with the process of ’Refining Essence and Transforming Qi.’ If I try to undertake such a process with my condition, I’m afraid I’ll directly refine myself to death. If I intend to consume Spiritual Medicine to supplement Essence Qi, I won’t be able to handle the substantial medicinal power. To train martial arts and strengthen the body, I would need the Elixir composed of Heavenly materials and earth treasures, as I’ve mentioned before, so everything has come full circle."

Feng Jiu couldn’t hide his disappointment as he mentioned this, evidently feeling despondent over yet another vanishing hope.

"But what if you borrowed someone else’s Inner Strength to cultivate your own body?"