The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 282

This special edition of the Tui Bei Tu had no markings or illustrations on its cover—just a pristine, unadorned surface. The material alone exuded an extraordinary aura.

Considering Xuanjizi’s claim that this book had been passed down since the Tang Dynasty, it had weathered over a thousand years of history. Unlike traditional ancient texts, which were carefully preserved, this Tui Bei Tu had been carried on the person of each Tianji Sect leader to prevent theft or loss—likely even kept close while sleeping!

That it remained so intact and pristine after all this time was nothing short of miraculous.

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Jiang Fei flipped through the pages and immediately noticed the stark difference between this genuine Tui Bei Tu and the versions he’d seen before.

If the one he’d kept on his nightstand was a simplified edition, the one in his hands now was infinitely more intricate and complex.

The illustrations and prophecies inside bore no resemblance to the commonly circulated versions—they were far more profound and cryptic! Jiang Fei was no slouch when it came to classical language; he’d often perused ancient texts during his university days. Yet now, he found himself struggling to comprehend much of the Tui Bei Tu’s contents.

That said, while the book was undeniably dense and challenging, it wasn’t like those mythical martial arts manuals from fantasy novels that supposedly caused headaches or mental strain just from reading them.

“Seems this thing really is the real deal. I’ll keep it safe for now and see if that old Daoist was telling the truth—maybe I’ll actually glean some profound insights from it!” After skimming through, Jiang Fei stored it back in his inventory space.

Because he had something far more urgent—and thrilling—to attend to.

Pulling up his character interface, he navigated to the quest log and selected the main storyline mission…

[Player has accepted the mission: “Guard the Tui Bei Tu.” Reward obtained: Upgrade character level or any martial skill! This reward has no time or level restrictions! Would you like to use it now?]

Jiang Fei’s eyes widened, his throat dry. Even as a revered martial hero, admired by countless warriors, he felt like a beggar staring at a mountain of gold—unable to resist the temptation.

A single character level-up would immediately enhance his physical abilities! And if he chose to upgrade his Beiming Divine Art, he’d gain the equivalent of fifteen years of refined internal energy, reaching the “Minor Mastery” stage!

At that point, emulating his new master Xuanjizi—releasing internal energy externally, turning his palms into blades, even using flowers and leaves as lethal projectiles—would be child’s play!

Yet, through sheer willpower, Jiang Fei suppressed the urge and declined the immediate reward.

Good things should be saved for critical moments. The sharpest steel must be reserved for the blade’s edge!

…..

Back at the hotel, Jiang Fei found that Ye Yuanyuan—the big-eyed girl next door—had indeed checked out. That was just like her: decisive and unwavering. His teasing earlier must have embarrassed her enough to flee without a word.

With Ye Yuanyuan gone, Jiang Fei saw no reason to linger in Huacheng. After one final check on Liu Yunduo’s wrist injury and facial scars, he prepared to leave as well.

Of course, before his departure, Liu Yunduo expressed her boundless gratitude once more. Though Jiang Fei couldn’t yet fully heal her wrist, restoring her beauty and avenging her by killing Miyamoto Kazuma was already an immense debt. Had Jiang Fei joked about her “repaying him with her hand in marriage,” she might’ve actually gritted her teeth and agreed…

“No need for such gratitude. You know I didn’t come to Huacheng just for you—it was personal too. Besides, we started as rivals but ended as friends, right? This was nothing more than a trivial favor.”

At Baiyun Airport, Jiang Fei smiled at Liu Yunduo, who had driven him there herself.

Liu Yunduo still wore her hair parted down the middle, long and flowing, paired with embroidered cloth shoes. The scars on her face had faded to near-invisibility thanks to Jiang Fei’s miraculous medicine.

Yet, the Liu Yunduo before him now was a far cry from the spirited swordswoman she’d once been. Losing her right hand had robbed her of her martial prowess, dimming her once-vibrant aura.

“You’re not just my friend—you’re my savior. If you ever need it, my life is yours to command!” she said solemnly, then sighed. “Though what worth does my life hold now?”

Jiang Fei frowned. “Your life is absolutely valuable! Look, I’m not giving up on your wrist yet. Give me another year or so—I’ll find a way! Your goal of defeating all of Japan’s swordsmen moved even me, a grown man! Don’t you dare give up!”

Under his earnest gaze, Liu Yunduo lowered her head. “I… won’t abandon that dream. I’ll just… keep striving toward it, somehow.”

Half an hour later, watching Jiang Fei’s plane ascend into the sky, she whispered to herself, “Can that dream still become reality?”

…..

Upon returning to Jincheng, Jiang Fei wasn’t greeted by Lin Moli but by her assistant, Xu Yue.

He didn’t mind—he wasn’t the petty type. Even if no one had come to pick him up, he’d have been fine taking the metro.

The fact that Lin Moli couldn’t spare the time to meet him spoke volumes about how swamped she was. Otherwise, she’d have been there without fail.

“Where to, Chairman?” Xu Yue asked once they were in the car.

As the man behind the successful woman, Xu Yue didn’t dislike Jiang Fei, but she wasn’t one of his starry-eyed admirers either. In her eyes, Lin Moli was the true object of admiration.

“Where’s Manager Lin right now?” Jiang Fei countered.

“At our headquarters on Zongfu Road.”

“Then take me there.”

Xu Yue nodded and started the car without another word.

Jiang Pharmaceuticals had initially been a subsidiary of Jiang Fei’s clinic—essentially just a pharmacy. But after the launch of Jiang Fei’s revolutionary medicines, that dynamic shattered.

Now, the company had relocated to a high-end office tower in downtown Jincheng, establishing a proper headquarters. The reason? Their products were selling at an explosive, almost terrifying rate. To maintain professionalism and facilitate negotiations, they needed a respectable base of operations—no more squeezing into the clinic’s cramped back rooms.

Though still young compared to century-old giants like Tongrentang or the Cui family’s Jishitang, Jiang Pharmaceuticals’ momentum and overwhelmingly positive reputation made its rise to the top inevitable. Industry insiders unanimously agreed: this was a future titan of the pharmaceutical world, poised to dominate the market.

Of course, such staggering success came with its share of underhanded schemes and cutthroat competition. Lin Moli had her hands full navigating these treacherous waters.

The only reason Jiang Pharmaceuticals hadn’t been crushed by jealous rivals or traditional powerhouses was Jiang Fei’s own meteoric rise. As China’s “Miracle Doctor,” “King of Acupuncture,” savior of the Ye family patriarch, sword prodigy, and now chairman of the Chinese Medical Association—his reputation acted as an impenetrable shield.

Had he become chairman a moment later, even Old Man Cui’s support might not have been enough to secure his position.

……

Half an hour later, Xu Yue parked outside a twenty-story office building and escorted Jiang Fei to the ninth floor.

“Where’s Manager Lin?” she asked the receptionist.

The young woman immediately stood up. She didn’t recognize Jiang Fei—this was his first visit—but everyone knew Xu Yue, the icy, authoritative assistant who ranked just below Lin Moli.

Since when does Assistant Xu bring men to the office?

“Manager Lin is in a meeting,” the receptionist answered.

Xu Yue turned to Jiang Fei. “Should I inform her you’re here?”

Jiang Fei shook his head. “No need. I’ll wait in her office.”

As Xu Yue led the way, the receptionist’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

Who is this guy?!