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DPECT 06

DPECT

Chapter – 06

Strange Ailment, Naturally Cold Constitution



After dinner, Zhang Yang arrived at the city’s Second Ring Road.

This area was home to many traditional Chinese medicine clinics, wellness centers, and foot massage parlors—essentially a health and wellness street.

Zhang Yang had originally wanted to open his own wellness center, but considering the long preparation time required, he decided to buy an existing one instead. Since he didn’t have much money on him, he could only work for someone else temporarily as a transitional measure.

After visiting many TCM clinics, Zhang Yang finally settled on Yongchun Hall.

Yongchun Hall had a great location, brisk business, impressive storefront decor, and—most notably—a lot of young women coming and going.

“Welcome! May I ask what seems to be the trouble, sir?”

A young girl greeted him as soon as he walked through the door.

“My lower back’s bothering me. I’m here for a massage.”

“Please follow me.”

The young girl led Zhang Yang inside and ushered him into a private booth.

Before long, a middle-aged woman walked in, told Zhang Yang to lie face-down on the bed, and began massaging him.

“Get someone else.”

The middle-aged woman left in displeasure, and soon another woman was sent in. This one lasted less than half a minute before Zhang Yang dismissed her as well.

Five minutes later, a forty-year-old man came in and started working on Zhang Yang’s back.

The man had decent technique, but Zhang Yang was here to cause trouble, so he unceremoniously demanded a replacement.

“I can tell you’re not here for a massage—you’re here to pick a fight.”

The middle-aged man had a hot temper and immediately started cursing at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang wasn’t about to take that lying down. He kicked the man right out of the booth, sending him sprawling face-first onto the floor.

The commotion drew the attention of the staff.

A few minutes later, a woman in a cheongsam with slightly wavy hair walked in.

She was already tall, and with her high heels on, she exuded an imposing presence.

The blue embroidered cheongsam hugged her curves perfectly, and every movement she made carried the mature, alluring charm of a seasoned woman.

*This woman… she has such a strong “mature lady” vibe.* Zhang Yang was instantly captivated.

“Boss lady, this guy’s deliberately causing trouble—he’s here to pick a fight!”

The middle-aged man quickly went up to her and listed out Zhang Yang’s offenses one by one.

But the woman in the cheongsam didn’t lose her temper. She maintained a professional smile and said, “Sir, Uncle Wu is our star practitioner here. His appointments are booked solid every day. If even his technique doesn’t satisfy you, I’m afraid you won’t find any TCM practitioner on this street who meets your standards.”

“What’s your name, boss lady?”

“He Shiyun.”

“Since you’re being so shallow, boss lady, let me show you what *real* traditional Chinese medicine looks like.” Zhang Yang walked over to the consultation desk and sat down. “Anyone can come. If my diagnosis is even slightly off, I’ll let the boss lady decide my punishment. Who’s first?”

“I’ll go.”

The front desk girl was bold. She sat down and placed her hand on the desk.

Zhang Yang pressed his right hand onto her pulse, and a line of text immediately appeared in his mind: *Non-yuan-yin body, Yin Qi value: 9.*

He circulated his vital energy and sent it into the girl’s body, carefully sensing her condition.

“How strange… it feels warm in there.”

“Don’t talk.”

Zhang Yang was still at a low level of cultivation; circulating his vital energy through the entire body required intense focus.

Three minutes later, Zhang Yang withdrew his hand and said, “Your blood is viscous—too much sugar intake. You often stay up late, and your qi and blood are deficient. Your right knee suffered an impact and hasn’t fully healed; if left untreated, it’ll develop into rheumatism in the long run.”

Everyone around them turned to look at the young girl.

“That’s amazing!”

The girl’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She usually loved drinking milk tea, and just last week she’d had a check-up showing her blood sugar was too high. That could be verified at the hospital, but her knee injury—she had never told anyone about that!

“Let me try.”

He Shiyun placed her hand on the table.

Her hand was stunning—ten slender, delicate fingers like spring onions.

It truly didn’t look like the hand of a woman in her thirties; it was even more delicate than the twenty-something girl’s from earlier.

Clearly, she had never done rough work in her life and had grown up in a pampered environment.

Zhang Yang placed his fingers on her pulse.

*Non-yuan-yin body, Yin Qi value: 300.*

A value of 300 was the upper limit of what Zhang Yang could detect—meaning this woman had been without a man for a very long time.

He circulated his vital energy and guided it into He Shiyun’s body.

The moment his energy entered her, He Shiyun looked at Zhang Yang with a hint of shock.

She suddenly withdrew her hand and said, “Come with me. Everyone else, get back to work.”

The crowd dispersed.

He Shiyun led Zhang Yang into a tea room and said coldly, “Who sent you? What’s your purpose?”

*This woman’s background doesn’t seem simple!*

“Who do you think sent me?” Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

“You’re young, yet your internal cultivation has reached this level. Only a major clan could have trained someone like you.” He Shiyun’s expression grew colder by the second. “Let’s not beat around the bush. Stop hiding.”

Zhang Yang pulled out his ID card and handed it to her for a closer look.

Looking at the address on the ID, He Shiyun couldn’t believe her eyes—this wasn’t at all the kind of ancient martial arts family background she had imagined.

“Here’s my medical practitioner’s license.”

Next, Zhang Yang placed another certificate on the table.

He Shiyun’s gaze darted back and forth between the photo on the certificate and Zhang Yang’s face, until she finally had to accept the fact: this guy really wasn’t from one of those clans.

“I’m here to look for a job. My rates will be high—expensive, yes—but I can cure you completely.”

“If you don’t believe me, boss lady, you can give me your hand and I’ll take a look at your condition.”

He Shiyun extended her hand.

Zhang Yang placed his fingers on her pulse, circulated his energy to examine her body, and the next moment, his expression turned serious.

When his vital energy reached He Shiyun’s heart, an extreme cold force repelled it.

*This woman either suffered severe cold-related trauma in the past, or she has a naturally cold constitution.*

In the memories left to him by the Harmonious Union Patriarch, there was no record of such a condition, so for the moment, he was at a loss.

There was one method he could try—the *Dragon-Phoenix Foundation-Building Art*. Through dual cultivation, he could refine and absorb the cold energy into himself. Whether it would be effective was one question, and more importantly, she probably wouldn’t agree to it anyway.

“I have a naturally cold constitution,” He Shiyun said with a bitter smile. “I’ve tried every possible treatment, and nothing has worked. You could say I’m just waiting to die.”

“There *is* still a way.”

“What way?”

A glimmer of hope appeared in He Shiyun’s eyes.

Just as Zhang Yang was about to respond, a commotion broke out outside. The front desk girl came running in hurriedly.

“Boss lady, trouble! Those people are back again!”

“They just won’t give up, will they? They’re determined to run me out of business!”

He Shiyun stood up abruptly, strode out on her long legs, her face icy cold.

Zhang Yang followed behind her, sensing that his opportunity had arrived.

In the middle of the main hall, a group of thugs had gathered, led by a buzz-cut man.

A bunch of staff members were facing off against the thugs. They weren’t outnumbered, but they were severely lacking in presence.

A bunch of honest working folks couldn’t compete with people who lived by the blade.

Only one short-haired, flat-chested woman stood at the front of the staff, showing no fear whatsoever in the face of the thugs.

The flat-chested woman was quite good-looking, with an heroic bearing—her core strength was definitely impressive.

Dragon–Phoenix Essence Cultivation Technique

Dragon–Phoenix Essence Cultivation Technique

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2025 Native Language: Chinese
When man becomes the dragon and woman the phoenix, their essence merges — and their cultivation surges dramatically. Zhang Yang, an intern doctor, is betrayed by his girlfriend. By chance, he obtains a supreme cultivation technique. From that moment on, his power rises rapidly. He tramples ancient martial families beneath his feet, is surrounded by beautiful women, and ascends step by step toward greatness. In the end, he rises from a nobody to become an Immortal Emperor. From an experienced author with over twenty million words written. Strong long-term plotting — if the story collapses midway, come find me!

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