My Co-renting Lady Boss-Chapter 1616 - 1615: Trapped in the Illusion Realm
"I... I have nothing, I’m going to sleep."
Liu Mengting opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and began to sleep.
"Oh, self-deception."
Li Xiaoli sighed and turned off the light: "Oh right, Mu Zixin and the others said they’ll return to school tomorrow and won’t stay here to wait for Tang Ming with us."
"The vacation’s still got a few days left, why are they going back early?"
Liu Mengting was puzzled.
"We are friends of Tang Ming, but Mu Zixin and the others aren’t. They have no reason to wait here, right?"
Li Xiaoli lay down, "The vacation is just a few days long, and they’ve all gone back to continue having fun."
"Really ungrateful, can’t be bothered with them, we’ll wait here."
Liu Mengting cursed disdainfully, then stopped speaking.
At the Su Family’s large courtyard, Su Xiaoxi lay on the bed with a troubled look, tossing and turning.
"What’s up with that bastard? Why can’t I get through on the phone, and no reply on WeChat, either."
Su Xiaoxi glared at her phone, looking frustrated.
Since returning from the club, she had lost contact with Tang Ming, which made her uneasy.
Normally, when a couple breaks through that boundary, they become closer, but Tang Ming disappeared.
This made Su Xiaoxi think that Tang Ming might just be playing with her, like many other scumbags, coaxing girls into bed then kicking them away.
Although Su Xiaoxi is a mature woman, she still wavered in such matters, especially since Tang Ming went missing without any explanation, making her even more panicked.
After tossing and turning until midnight without falling asleep, Su Xiaoxi couldn’t help sending Liu Mengting a message, asking about Tang Ming’s whereabouts, and finally fell asleep while waiting for Liu Mengting’s reply.
Early the next morning, Tang Ming woke up feeling refreshed and went for a walk with a group of mental patients.
Due to his different mindset, Tang Ming was in a pretty good mood. Through interacting with these mental patients, he surprisingly found them quite interesting, with extremely unique ways of thinking and insights, proving a classic saying: there’s only a fine line between genius and madness.
"Tang Ming."
While Tang Ming was discussing the history of human evolution with a few mental patients, Sun Zhuangjia appeared in the courtyard with unsteady steps.
"Wow, you’re recovering well, able to stand now."
Tang Ming looked at Sun Zhuangjia with a grin.
"Don’t give me that smiling crap, Master is looking for you."
Sun Zhuangjia looked at Tang Ming coldly.
"He’s your master, not mine."
Tang Ming pursed his lips, playfully looking at Sun Zhuangjia: "Being crippled is unpleasant, don’t provoke me again, or I’ll cripple you once more."
"You... don’t be arrogant, I will certainly work on my cultivation and strive to surpass you as soon as possible."
Sun Zhuangjia clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Tang Ming with resentment.
"Then work hard."
Tang Ming shrugged, striding towards the old madman’s ward.
When Tang Ming reached the ward, the old madman was sitting on the bed with a grin, waiting for his arrival.
"Senior, are you ready to receive my treatment?"
Tang Ming greeted the old madman with a smile.
"Hehe, I’m all set."
The old madman nodded, looking at Tang Ming with expectation: "My legs have been disabled for ten years. If you can really heal them, I will be grateful to you for a lifetime."
"No need for gratitude, just don’t force me to be your disciple. We can be friends in the future."
Tang Ming grinned and walked to the bedside, preparing to treat the old madman’s injuries.
"Zhuangjia, close the door."
The old madman gestured to Sun Zhuangjia.
"Okay."
Sun Zhuangjia obediently went to close the room door and then stood aside, watching Tang Ming.
"Come on, let’s see if you can heal my legs."
The old madman smiled faintly, rolling up his pant legs to reveal his two withered legs.
"It’s that serious?"
Seeing the old madman’s legs, Tang Ming’s expression turned serious as he reached out and pressed a few times: "How long ago was this injury? The legs have already atrophied, it’s going to be difficult to recover in a short time?"
"It’s been ten years."
The old madman sighed, "I originally thought I’d never be able to stand up again in this lifetime. If you can heal them, time is not an issue. I’ve been crippled for ten years; even if it takes another ten years to recover, it would be worth it."
"It won’t take that long."
Tang Ming shook his head with a smile: "Generally, when I treat diseases, the effect is immediate. Sun Zhuangjia taking a day to stand up is a rare case, but your condition may take a year or two to recover, since atrophied muscles need to be reactivated and that takes time."
"I understand. Please proceed with the treatment."
The old madman smiled faintly.
"Senior, may I ask how you got injured?"
While examining the old man’s legs, Tang Ming curiously inquired: "Your strength is unfathomable, whoever injured you must be very powerful, right?"
"Hehe, help me with the treatment first, and I’ll naturally tell you what happened after I’m healed."
The old madman chuckled, looking at Tang Ming playfully: "As for how I got injured, you’ll find out soon."
"Huh?"
Tang Ming was slightly taken aback, not understanding what the old madman meant by this.
"Begin."
The old madman didn’t explain, just smiled and signaled for Tang Ming to start the treatment.
"Alright, let me first see the extent of the injuries on your legs."
Tang Ming nodded, took out his needle pouch, pulled out a Silver Needle, and pricked the acupuncture point on the old man’s knee.
"Hmm?"
When the Silver Needle touched the old madman’s skin, it wouldn’t penetrate but was instead resisted by an invisible force, causing the needle to bend.
"What’s wrong?"
The old madman looked at Tang Ming with a smile.
"Nothing, I’m just investigating something."
Tang Ming became interested and immediately harnessed his energy, concentrating it on the Silver Needle, attempting to insert it.
"Buzz!"
When the energy gathering on the Silver Needle collided with the energy on the old madman’s leg, a buzz sounded in Tang Ming’s mind, followed by a change in the scenery around him.
In the dazzling starry sky, looking out was an infinite dark universe, Tang Ming’s consciousness witnessed himself executing the Tianxuan Nine Needles, and then he himself vanished. A black and a white silhouette appeared in the vast expanse.
These two silhouettes were energy illusions, without facial features, only forms. Upon appearing, they quickly engaged in combat, with each move being extremely exquisite.
"What is this..."
Tang Ming was shocked, could this be the duel between the old madman and the person who injured him back then?
With this thought, Tang Ming immediately cleared his mind, focusing intently on the moves and techniques displayed by those two silhouettes. A duel between such masters is a rare sight once in a century; if he could learn even a bit, it would benefit him for a lifetime.
As time progressed, Tang Ming could see more and more silhouettes, all in black and white pairs, battling each other, with numerous techniques and mental methods flooding into his mind...
