The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 183

Yu Qingsong Exposes Jiang Fei’s Identity, Sparking an Uproar

As soon as Yu Qingsong spoke up and revealed Jiang Fei’s identity, the hall erupted in an uproar.

Some present were aware of what had happened in Jincheng, while others were not. But after Yu Qingsong’s remarks—mentioning titles like “King of Acupuncture” and “disdain for the Chinese Medicine Association”—whether they knew about the Jincheng incident or not, everyone was visibly displeased.

The Chinese Medicine Association might not have gathered all the top-tier traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) practitioners in the country, but it was undeniably the most prestigious TCM organization nationwide. For everyone present—whether they were descendants of renowned TCM families like Cui Xiuping or heirs of the three major medical schools—gaining entry into the association hadn’t been easy. It had required significant effort.

They might not flaunt their membership as a badge of honor, but they were undeniably part of the association. Now, some self-proclaimed “King of Acupuncture” dared to look down on the association? That was nothing short of a slap in the face!

This was absolutely unacceptable!

Whether they were young prodigies from the three major schools, descendants of esteemed medical families, or renowned elderly physicians from across the country—no one could tolerate such disrespect.

The proud and competitive youths glared at Jiang Fei with hostility, while some stylish and attractive women studied him with curiosity, as if trying to figure out just who this young, handsome man was.

“Xiuping, weren’t you supposed to deal with this guy in Jincheng? How did you end up bringing him to the capital and even letting him attend our association’s meeting?”

“What, did he witness your miraculous medical skills and suddenly realize how insignificant he is? Is that why he’s now ‘respecting’ our association?”

“‘King of Acupuncture’? I’ve heard that title before—not in The Journal of Chinese Medicine, but in some entertainment tabloid. Wasn’t he also rumored to be Qiao Yiyi’s boyfriend? And some kind of ‘piano virtuoso’?”

“Hah! So he’s just an entertainer, a performer! No wonder he’s so good at hype!”

The crowd burst into laughter, tossing out mocking remarks one after another.

To them, the title “King of Acupuncture” was utterly absurd. If someone of the caliber of Cui Xiuping’s grandfather—the current head of the Cui family and a revered master of TCM—had claimed such a title, they might have accepted it. But even he would never dare to call himself that.

This so-called “King of Acupuncture” and “piano virtuoso” was clearly just a product of celebrity hype—a mere entertainer in their eyes.

Seeing Jiang Fei ridiculed by the crowd, Yu Qingsong’s flushed face gradually returned to normal.

As the saying goes: Seeing so many of his fellow association members attacking Jiang Fei put his mind at ease.

Even though he had been humiliated by Jiang Fei in Jincheng, this was Beijing—the heart of the Chinese Medicine Association’s conference. Here, he had nothing to fear. It was time to reclaim his lost dignity.

…

Amid the chaotic barrage of insults, Jiang Fei remained unshaken, his expression calm.

Only those who were guilty or insecure would panic or blush when exposed. But he had nothing to hide—his skills were genuine, his confidence unshakable. Why should he be afraid?

If anything, he was amused. He hadn’t realized his fame had spread so far. His connection with Qiao Yiyi was apparently nationwide gossip, reaching even the TCM practitioners of Beijing, thousands of miles away from Jincheng.

“Young Dr. Cui, why did you bring this man here today?” Yu Qingsong demanded coldly. “Does he suddenly want to join our association now? Let me make this clear: even if I acknowledge Jiang Fei’s medical skills, I will never agree to his membership! If he joins, I quit!”

His tone was resolute, as if he were declaring an irreconcilable feud.

The memory of Jiang Fei curing Ye Zhennan’s legs and mocking him in the Jincheng military rehabilitation center still burned in his mind. The thought of working alongside Jiang Fei in the same association was unbearable.

Others chimed in:

“The association’s only hard requirement for membership is medical skill, but we absolutely cannot accept those with questionable character.”

“Exactly. Our standards must remain strict. Otherwise, if we end up with another scandal like your senior brother, Duàn Mùdé, Western medicine will completely overshadow TCM…”

An elderly silver-haired man spoke indignantly before being nudged by a colleague and cutting himself off, realizing he’d gone too far.

Cui Xiuping, who had initially been enjoying Jiang Fei’s public shaming, suddenly darkened at the mention of his senior brother. His expression turned even grimmer than Jiang Fei’s, as if a raw nerve had been struck.

Jiang Fei observed this with interest. So, Cui Xiuping’s senior brother was some kind of disgrace? He recalled Cui Xiuping mentioning that his grandfather’s “Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles” technique had only two inheritors—Cui Xiuping himself and this “Duàn Mùdé.”

An unexpected piece of gossip. Jiang Fei’s curiosity was piqued.

Cui Xiuping, now visibly angry, addressed the crowd with uncharacteristic sharpness:

“Yes, this man is Jiang Fei. But I didn’t invite him here—my grandfather did. So whether you approve of his joining the association or not, your objections don’t matter.”

The hall fell silent in shock.

Jiang Fei—this unknown doctor from Jincheng—had been personally invited by the Elder Cui?

Elder Cui was one of the association’s two honorary presidents, a figure revered even by the leaders of the three major schools. His medical prowess was legendary, his moral standing unimpeachable. Even his one failing—his ill-fated choice of a disciple—did nothing to tarnish his reputation.

Cui Xiuping continued, locking eyes with Yu Qingsong:

“If anyone doubts Jiang Fei’s skills, they’re welcome to challenge him in the medical competition later.”

The unspoken target was clear.

Yu Qingsong’s face flushed crimson with anger. Why take it out on me? I wasn’t the one who brought up Duàn Mùdé!

Jiang Fei, amused by Cui Xiuping’s outburst, grinned. “There’s a medical competition later?”

Cui Xiuping nodded.

Jiang Fei turned to Yu Qingsong with a smirk. “Looking forward to your guidance, Professor Yu.”

Yu Qingsong sputtered, “You—!”

Before the tension could escalate further, a commotion erupted at the entrance. Three figures strode in, commanding immediate respect from the assembly.

Leading them were two middle-aged men in traditional robes, each bearing a distinctive emblem on their chests:

• Left: A slightly portly man with an ancient ding (ritual cauldron) emblem—representing the Danxi School.
• Middle: A thin, bespectacled man with a skull emblem—the Gongxie School.
• Right: A stunning woman in her thirties, her curvaceous figure accentuated by a form-fitting qipao, adorned with a flame emblem—the Fire God School.

Jiang Fei’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of the last figure.

“Are they the leaders of the three schools?” he whispered to Cui Xiuping.

Cui Xiuping nodded. “From left to right: Kong Yun of the Danxi School, Yan Xiping of the Gongxie School, and Yu Ruzhi of the Fire God School.”

Jiang Fei’s gaze lingered on Yu Ruzhi. A TCM school leader who looks like that?

As the trio passed by, Jiang Fei could’ve sworn—just for a fleeting moment—that Yu Ruzhi winked at him.

Was that real, or had he imagined it?