Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

“Zhou Lang, you know medicine too? But I’ve had this chronic cold in my leg for years. I’ve seen many doctors, but none could help,” Gu Xiuzhi said curiously. She had witnessed Zhou Lang’s martial prowess, but she wasn’t too confident in his medical skills. Her constitution had always been weak; she was born with a cold body condition. After giving birth to Zhao Xiaorou, she developed rheumatism, which left her with a lingering illness. Over the years, she had sought treatment from many renowned doctors, but none had brought significant relief.

Recently, her rheumatism had flared up again, causing her knees to ache when walking, and at night, she often woke up in pain from muscle cramps.

“Auntie, if you trust me, just give me half an hour,” Zhou Lang responded confidently.

“Mom, you know General Qin, right? He used to be confined to a wheelchair. Even the famous doctors in Beijing couldn’t help him, but now he’s walking around normally. That’s all thanks to Zhou Lang,” Zhao Xiaorou chimed in.

“Then I’ll trouble you, Xiao Zhou, to take a look,” Gu Xiuzhi nodded.

She hadn’t fully grasped the significance of what Zhao Xiaorou had just said, but Zhao Cang did, and he was shocked.

As a high-ranking official, Zhao Cang knew about General Qin’s situation. The general had suffered severe leg injuries and was on the verge of complete retirement. However, recently, his legs had miraculously recovered, and he had advanced further in his career, becoming one of the core members of the military commission, and one of the highest-ranking figures in the military.

It could be said that without Zhou Lang, General Qin would have retired from public life. This realization drastically changed Zhao Cang’s perception of Zhou Lang.

After everyone entered the living room, Zhao Cang ordered tea to be served. But Zhou Lang said, “Uncle Zhao, there’s no need for formalities. Let me treat Auntie first.”

Zhou Lang then began to examine Gu Xiuzhi’s pulse.

“Auntie, you have rheumatism, but your body is naturally cold, and your meridians are slightly blocked,” Zhou Lang said after about a minute. Although his cultivation level wasn’t very high yet, he had fully mastered the medical knowledge from the Dual Cultivation Manual. His medical skills were already at the pinnacle of modern practice.

“Xiao Zhou, I’ve had this condition since birth. Is it incurable?”

Gu Xiuzhi asked. Many doctors had declared her condition untreatable, so she had grown used to hearing that.

“It’s not difficult to treat at all. I’ll perform some acupuncture and use my true energy to unblock your meridians. After that, you’ll be fine,” Zhou Lang said with a calm smile. Since becoming a cultivator, his demeanor had changed dramatically, exuding confidence.

To make Zhao Cang believe that he was indeed a cultivator and to reassure him against any fears of retaliation from the Shangguan family, Zhou Lang decided to show off a little.

He extended his hand, and with a slight motion, an antique-looking box appeared in his palm. He opened the box and took out nine silver needles.

Zhao Cang, Zhao Lao, and Gu Xiuzhi were all wide-eyed at this scene. Although they had heard of cultivators, this was their first time witnessing such a magical ability—summoning objects out of thin air.

“Uncle Zhao, Elder Zhao, I’m about to start the acupuncture. You might want to step outside for a bit. Xiaorou can stay,” Zhou Lang said.

Once Zhao Cang and Elder Zhao left the room, Zhou Lang’s hands moved like lightning. He inserted the nine needles through Gu Xiuzhi’s clothes into specific acupuncture points on her body. Using a technique called three lifts and three presses, he channeled his true energy into her meridians to clear out the cold energy trapped inside.

…

“Elder Zhao, what is Zhou Lang’s background? His abilities are amazing. That trick he just pulled, summoning something out of thin air—that’s a cultivator’s technique, right?”

Zhao Cang asked Elder Zhao outside the living room.

Elder Zhao’s real name was Zhao Yunting, and he had served as the personal guard of Zhao Cang’s father, Zhao Yide.

Zhao Yide had a military background and held the rank of major general before retiring. After Zhao Yide’s retirement, Zhao Yunting continued to serve the Zhao family, assisting Zhao Cang after Zhao Yide passed away.

In many ways, Zhao Yunting was the Zhao family’s top martial expert, a lethal force in his own right. In the entire province of Dianxi, there were only a handful of grandmasters, and Zhao Yunting was one of them.

While Zhao Cang was a towering figure in the political world, and his two brothers, Zhao Ziyu and Zhao Zitian, dominated the business world, none of their success could have been achieved without Zhao Yunting’s presence. His reputation alone ensured that even the underground world didn’t dare to provoke the Zhao family lightly.

Having served two generations of the Zhao family, Zhao Yunting was highly respected by everyone in the household and was affectionately called Elder Zhao.

“Zhou Lang is likely not an ordinary cultivator. I suspect he has something akin to a storage ring, and those silver needles of his are stored in that. Given his young age and high level of cultivation, I believe there’s a powerful figure mentoring him. As long as Zhou Lang genuinely supports our Zhao family, we don’t need to fear the Shangguan family,” Elder Zhao said thoughtfully. As a grandmaster-level expert, he knew a bit about the world of cultivators.

Zhou Lang’s ancestral coin was no ordinary storage ring—it was a magical artifact with its internal world, and even its artifact spirit, Xiao Xi, was at the Foundation Establishment stage.

“Now that we’ve completely fallen out with the Shangguan family, we have no choice but to rely on Zhou Lang,” Zhao Cang sighed.

“Master, given the situation, we might as well spread the word that Zhou Lang has a powerful figure backing him. That should make the Shangguan family think twice before making any rash moves,” Old Zhao suggested. Though old, his mind remained sharp and daring, often thinking outside the box—a skill he had learned from Zhao Yide.

“Yes, that could work. The Zhao family and the Shangguan family will be enemies from now on, so we’ll have to be prepared for a long-term battle of wits and strength!”

Zhao Cang agreed after some thought, finding Zhao Lao’s plan feasible.

…

Inside the room, Zhou Lang quickly finished the acupuncture treatment and used his true energy to clear Gu Xiuzhi’s meridians.

“Auntie, try standing up and walking around,” Zhou Lang said after completing the treatment.

Gu Xiuzhi stood up and walked a few steps around the large living room. Soon, a look of joy appeared on her face, and she began to walk faster. By the end, she was almost jogging.

“Xiao Zhou, your medical skills are incredible! I feel completely relaxed now,” Gu Xiuzhi exclaimed after stopping. She hadn’t felt this comfortable in years.

As the saying goes, a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law and likes him more and more. Zhou Lang had not only defeated Shangguan Yu, saving Zhao Xiaorou from a bad marriage, but he had also cured Gu Xiuzhi’s long-standing illness. How could she not be fond of him?

“Auntie, I’ll give you another acupuncture session tomorrow afternoon to consolidate the treatment. After that, your chronic illness will be completely cured,” Zhou Lang said.

“Thank you so much. It’s getting late. Let me arrange a room for you to rest in,” Gu Xiuzhi said, growing more and more satisfied with Zhou Lang.

When Zhao Cang and Elder Zhao returned, they saw that Gu Xiuzhi’s rheumatism had improved by 90%, and they were even more convinced that Zhou Lang was a man of deep ability.

…

What Zhou Lang didn’t expect was that Gu Xiuzhi directly assigned him and Zhao Xiaorou to the same room. This made it clear to him that his future mother-in-law had fully accepted him.

“Brother Lang, thank you so much for today,” Zhao Xiaorou whispered, hugging Zhou Lang from behind in the bathroom. Both of them were without a stitch of clothing. Zhou Lang had initially felt a bit embarrassed about sharing a bath with Zhao Xiaorou in her family’s home, but Zhao Xiaorou had locked the door, assuring him that no one would know even if they did something inside.