Chapter 52: What Is Ganoderma Compared to My Medicine?

Chen Yang cast a cold glance at Qin Hao, his eyes glinting with icy light. At that moment, all four doors of the business van suddenly swung open, and six robust martial artists, all clad in identical black training uniforms, leapt out. Soon after, Qin Hao jumped out as well, strolling unhurriedly to stand before Chen Yang. He seized Chen Yang by the collar and sneered, “Scum, I’ve waited a long time for this day.”

Chen Yang calmly grabbed Qin Hao’s wrist and flung his hand away, then looked at him with a frosty gaze. “Honestly, you really shouldn’t have come looking for trouble. After you got out of the hospital, you should have just gone to work, earned your money, and lived your life. Why did you have to come bother me?”

Qin Hao glanced around, then looked back at Chen Yang with a triumphant smirk. “I just can’t help myself. Enough nonsense—today, with a group of martial arts masters backing me, let’s see if you can still be arrogant.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the six so-called masters swiftly surrounded Chen Yang. Qin Hao’s grand plan for revenge was nothing more than hiring six top instructors from Hongwu Martial Hall in the provincial capital, spending a fortune to do so. According to the hall’s director, these six were all experts at the pinnacle of internal strength. Qin Hao knew a bit about the levels of martial artists: to reach the mastery of internal strength was to stand among the elite—each could easily take on ten ordinary men single-handedly. And today, with six masters here to break Chen Yang’s arms, where could he possibly escape?

Qin Hao had waited for this day a long, long while. The idea had taken root while he was still laid up in the hospital. He had nursed his grudge, found the masters, and at last the day of vengeance had come. His heart was filled with a heady sense of satisfaction.

Seeing the six masters encircle Chen Yang, Qin Hao crowed, “You bastard, go to hell! Masters, do it!”

One of the martial arts masters stepped forward, grabbing Chen Yang’s left arm, intending to dislocate it. But just as he was about to exert force, Chen Yang struck with lightning speed, landing a heavy blow to the master’s abdomen. The man fell to his knees, clutching his stomach, blood spurting from his mouth.

Qin Hao’s face instantly turned grave at the sight. The other five masters exchanged astonished looks.

Having dealt with one master, Chen Yang looked at Qin Hao with disdain. “Qin Hao, I told you—you should have just lived quietly after leaving the hospital. Why do you insist on provoking me? Do you realize how foolish you are?”

Bang, bang.

As Chen Yang spoke, he threw out two more swift punches, felling two more masters in an instant. Now, only three remained.

Chen Yang knew full well that, as a martial arts grandmaster, there were few in the entire country, let alone Jiangdong Province, who could match him. Qin Hao thought hiring six men from a martial hall would be enough to deal with him—how utterly foolish.

Facing the three remaining masters, whose faces betrayed their apprehension, Chen Yang beckoned with a crook of his finger. “Come on, all at once.”

The three exchanged glances, then charged together. Chen Yang kicked one away, then hurled a punch that collided with a master’s fist, shattering his hand and drawing a scream. In the next instant, Chen Yang spun and punched at another, whose attempted sneak attack was cut short as Chen Yang’s fist stopped a mere two millimeters from the man’s nose.

The master, terrified by the sheer force of Chen Yang’s strike, suddenly dropped to his knees, begging for mercy—a sight that left Qin Hao utterly dumbstruck.

Meanwhile, not far from Qin Hao’s van, another business vehicle sat parked. Inside was a square-faced, powerfully built man with a crew cut, accompanied by a handsome, clear-eyed young man. They, too, wore black martial uniforms, clearly part of the same group as the attackers.

The burly man was none other than Hong Yuhe, director of Hongwu Martial Hall, and beside him sat his assistant, Yang Xin. Both veterans of the martial arts world, they were intimately familiar with its every affair, big or small.

Witnessing Chen Yang’s display, Hong Yuhe couldn’t help but exclaim, “An expert at the level of transforming strength? How could such a master be hiding in this small city of Linhai?”

Yang Xin narrowed his eyes. “That doesn’t make sense. If he’s that skilled, he could be a bodyguard for the wealthy anywhere in the country or open his own martial hall and live comfortably. Why would he be delivering food in Linhai?”

Hong Yuhe sensed Chen Yang’s true ability. Worried that his godson Qin Hao would come to harm if he persisted, Hong Yuhe quickly pulled out his phone and called him.

Qin Hao, seeing that it was Hong Yuhe, answered immediately. “Uncle Hong.”

Hong Yuhe’s tone was grave. “Hao, come back right now. That man is no ordinary opponent.”

Qin Hao frowned, annoyed. He didn’t want to leave; he wanted one last try. He pressed, “Uncle Hong, why don’t you come down and deal with him yourself?”

Despite seeing his six hired masters defeated, Qin Hao was unwilling to give up. He had been so hopeful today—sure that he could finally take revenge on Chen Yang. But now, facing this reversal, his unwillingness burned even stronger.

But Hong Yuhe rebuked him sharply, “Don’t be reckless! You don’t understand. Even I may not be able to defeat him. Do you hear me?”

“You too…?” Qin Hao’s eyes filled with disbelief.

After all, his god-uncle Hong Yuhe was a renowned figure in the martial world of Jiangdong Province. Now even he claimed he might not be a match for Chen Yang? That was simply outrageous.

Qin Hao hung up, frowning, and turned to leave. But just then, Chen Yang seized the back of his shirt.

Qin Hao spun around to see Chen Yang’s smiling face. For some reason, that smile sent chills down his spine.

Trying to hide his fear, Qin Hao asked, “What…what do you want now?”

Chen Yang smiled faintly. “Leaving so soon?”

Qin Hao could tell Chen Yang had no intention of letting him go. His brow furrowed. “Chen Yang, I dare you to lay a finger on me. Just try it!”

The corner of Chen Yang’s mouth lifted. “Why would I bother? Sending you to the hospital again would be pointless. Don’t ever try playing these dangerous games with me again. You’re lucky to walk away unharmed this time. Next time, I won’t be so lenient. Do you understand?”

Qin Hao swallowed nervously. Staring at the dominant Chen Yang, he simply couldn’t understand—how had Chen Yang suddenly become so formidable? Wasn’t he just a food delivery guy before? The whole thing seemed utterly bizarre to Qin Hao.

Chen Yang raised his hand and slapped Qin Hao hard across the face, his voice icy. “Get lost.”

Spared his life but not his dignity, the slap was meant to teach Qin Hao a lesson. He slunk away in defeat.

In the nearby car, Hong Yuhe turned to his assistant with a solemn look. “When you have time, investigate his background thoroughly.”

Yang Xin nodded seriously. “Understood.”

“It’s incredible—a man like that in Linhai City,” Hong Yuhe sighed. He had only come for curiosity’s sake, never expecting to witness martial prowess at the grandmaster level. It was truly astonishing.

With Qin Hao and his men gone, Chen Yang headed back toward Huading Company. Men like Qin Hao struck him as laughable—so stubborn and slow to learn. No matter how many times he lost, he would try again, never gaining any wisdom. Chen Yang had no intention of wasting more time on him. If Qin Hao insisted on seeking trouble, he’d make sure the man regretted it.

At six in the evening, as usual, Chen Yang headed to the hospital after work to visit his mother-in-law, Han Qin. Unexpectedly, upon entering the ward, he found both Su Xiaoling and Han Xiang present.

Though not enemies, tensions still lingered between Chen Yang and the two women after recent incidents. The moment Su Xiaoling saw him, she snapped, “Chen Yang, look what you’ve done to my aunt! You’ve upset her terribly.”

A cold smile played at Chen Yang’s lips. How could a girl so young, he wondered, be so ill-natured?

He smiled and replied, “Must you really pick a fight with me here in the hospital?”

“I’m just stating the facts,” Su Xiaoling retorted, sharp-tongued as ever.

“What facts? I didn’t upset Mom. You, on the other hand, keep chattering endlessly while she’s ill, disturbing her rest. What are your intentions?” Chen Yang suddenly raised his voice.

Su Xiaoling hadn’t expected him to speak so loudly and was startled.

Chen Yang walked over to Han Qin’s bedside, smiling lightly, and by chance noticed a bag of premium dried lingzhi mushrooms next to her pillow. His brow furrowed. “Who brought these?”

Su Xiaoling replied angrily, “My mother and I did. What about it? We spent thirty thousand.”

“Thirty thousand?” Chen Yang’s expression darkened. “Su Xiaoling, don’t you know my mother-in-law is taking the Vitality Pills personally crafted by Master Sun Shengfang? Giving her dried lingzhi while she’s on those could overload her system! Are you trying to harm her?”

His sudden outburst left Su Xiaoling stunned and speechless.