This person’s cultivation was formidable, and Li Yuanfa with his crippled legs was no match. At this moment, he instead became calm and stared at the intruder: “Who are you, and what do you want?”

The person leaned against the wall without moving, but Li Yuanfa could somehow sense their gaze shifting downward, landing on his legs: “How did your legs break?”

“During disaster relief, falling rocks…”

Before he could say “crushed them,” the other party cut him off: “I want to hear the truth.”

Li Yuanfa’s face showed arrogance: “Who do you think you are?” How dare you command me?

“Your brother Li Yuanpei sent a shark demon to attack State Preceptor Mo’s disciple, even implicating a princess. Within twenty days, your legs were broken. Coincidentally, your Li family has a poor relationship with Mo Tizhun. If you say your broken legs have nothing to do with the Great State Preceptor Mo, I don’t believe it.”

The person spoke lightly with clear logic: “Li Yuanpei is quite steady. He had no grievance with Mo State Preceptor’s newly accepted disciple, so why would he suddenly attack her? I think Mo Tizhun must have offended your family first, right?”

Li Yuanfa gritted his teeth: “What business is it of yours!” The incident was indeed complicated, and he hadn’t expected an outsider to figure it out. Who exactly was this person?

The person slightly raised their right hand, and Li Yuanfa immediately felt his throat being severely constricted, unable to draw even a bit of air into his lungs.

Warriors have enduring breath, so this person was in no hurry. They let Li Yuanfa struggle for a while until his handsome face turned the color of a pig’s liver before saying leisurely: “I ask, you answer. Otherwise, I’ll find Li Yuanpei, get the answers I want, and then torture him to death slowly.”

The coldness in their tone left Li Yuanfa no doubt that they could kill without blinking. The Li family sons had always been close as brothers; he couldn’t sit by and watch his younger brother face danger. He could only nod with difficulty.

The pressure on his neck suddenly released. Li Yuanfa took great gulps of fresh air, coughing continuously while watching the other party toss over a small jar: “Tell me the truth and this jar of ointment will be yours to treat your legs.”

Li Yuanfa smiled bitterly between gasps: “The leg bones are gone, how can they be treated?” The Prime Minister’s mansion had indeed invited imperial physicians to treat his injuries, but even the most miraculous medicines could only grow flesh and tendons. His legs had been amputated below the kneecaps—without bones, where would the tendons and muscles grow?

The person seemed to smile faintly and stood up straight. Li Yuanfa felt his vision blur, and though the intruder seemed not to have moved from the spot, they were now holding someone.

It was the servant boy who had just closed the windows for Li Yuanfa!

This ten-year-old youth was terrified, his mouth open but unable to make a sound—presumably, his mute acupoint had been sealed.

Without another word, the person made two “crack” sounds, forcibly breaking off both of the servant boy’s legs!

Fresh blood sprayed like a fountain, and the servant boy silently fainted from the pain.

Li Yuanfa, once a fierce general who had killed many enemies on the battlefield, still watched with blue veins pulsing at his temples, thinking to himself how brutal this person’s methods were!

The intruder threw the servant boy to the ground, casually swept over several acupoints to stop the bleeding somewhat, and then said: “Watch carefully.” They took the ointment and applied it to the servant’s broken legs.

Li Yuanfa could see clearly that the position where the youth’s legs had been broken matched his exactly.

This ruthless person used remarkably precise force.

About a dozen breaths later, the servant boy suddenly opened his eyes and began to convulse frequently. Seeing his bulging eyes and cold sweat-covered face, Li Yuanfa knew he was nearly dying from pain. His jaw had been dislocated by the enemy; otherwise, he might have bitten off his tongue.

He shook like a fish awaiting scaling on a chopping board, but Li Yuanfa’s gaze soon fell on his legs.

The wound had stopped bleeding.

Not only that, but something seemed to be squirming within the bloody mess.

Li Yuanfa swallowed and stared in disbelief:

The slightly trembling objects were not insects, but bone and flesh!

At this moment, right before his eyes, the servant’s severed limbs were regenerating. He saw the pale white bones growing forward, followed by the periosteum, muscles, and tendons wrapping around them; then the outermost layer of skin healing…

This process was very slow. Li Yuanfa stared for nearly half an hour, and the servant’s leg bones had only grown a small amount. At this rate, it would take at least two days to fully recover.

This was truly like pulling up seedlings to help them grow—a human version—and the growth process of bones and flesh must be extremely painful. Yet Li Yuanfa watched with a dry mouth, hope rekindling in his heart.

He believed his father could surely help him find a way to recover, but who knew how long that would take. The Li family had a rift with Mo Tizhun; the State Preceptor would never lend a hand—it would be good enough if he didn’t add to their troubles.

This person before him had a special medicine.

The intruder was smiling: “This medicine is refined from golden salamanders and can bring the dead back to life and regrow bones. Your legs have been broken for over three years, so recovery will be slower, but they should heal well within three months.” They put the medicine jar back on the table and asked Li Yuanfa leisurely, “How about it? Trading a few insignificant truths for your legs—not a bad deal, right?”

Li Yuanfa stared at the medicine jar, his Adam’s apple bobbing, while his mind repeatedly weighed the pros and cons.

“You’re not from our Jin Kingdom, are you?” He was still uneasy.

The person coldly replied: “One more useless word, and I’ll go find Li Yuanpei.”

With both threat and temptation applied, Li Yuanfa could only choose to submit. If he refused to speak, this person would harm his fourth brother.

With no choice, he had to recount the entanglement from over three years ago, though he omitted to mention that he had killed the county magistrate of Yao Kingdom, only saying he had killed a local noble and led official troops to capture Mo Tizhun.

The person listened with particular care, only speaking to ask for details at critical points.

Finally, the person laughed softly: “So, Mo Tizhun was severely injured and saved by that young girl, which is why he accepted her as a disciple?”

Feng Miaojun had left a deep impression on Li Yuanfa, and he responded with: “Yes.”

“Hmm.” The person seemed satisfied, grabbed the medicine jar from the table, and threw it to Li Yuanfa. The latter raised his hand to catch it, and when he looked up again, the other party had vanished without a trace, leaving only the two window panels swaying in the wind.

Li Yuanfa gripped the medicine jar tightly, lost in thought.

The next morning, the sky cleared after the rain.

Just as the court session ended, Prime Minister Li intercepted Mo Tizhun: “Last night, someone entered my mansion privately and left a jar of ointment for my son Yuanfa that can regenerate severed limbs.”

This old adversary taking the initiative to speak with him surprised Mo Tizhun, who then said: “Congratulations.”

But there was no joy on the Prime Minister’s face: “However, that person also coerced him to answer several questions, including the matter of Yuanfa’s broken legs, and… your female disciple.”

Mo Tizhun’s face immediately darkened, and after a good while, he asked: “Why are you telling me this?” If the aftermath was handled well, others would hardly know about this matter without Prime Minister Li saying anything.

Prime Minister Li said indifferently: “If we also count what happened at Smoke Sea Tower, we should be suspicious of the same person. Despite our disagreements, when it comes to such major matters, I won’t forget public duty for private grudges!”

With that, he swept his sleeves and left.

Mo Tizhun stood in place, pondering for a long time.