A Matrilocal Husband's Counterattack

Chapter 2: Rising from the Ashes

"I am the Taiji Medical Immortal. From today, you are my disciple. You will inherit the Taiji Scripture and the Life-Death Jade, save the world, and help yourself..."
Ethan felt himself in a hazy void. Along with the voice of inheritance, a huge amount of information flooded into his mind.
Martial arts, medicine, mysterious acupuncture techniques, cultivation methods, all rushed in, constantly impacting...
When a Life-Death Jade emerged in his palm, Ethan couldn't help but scream.
"Ah—"
Ethan woke up and found himself in a hospital, his body covered in bruises.
He tried to remember and recalled being beaten up and then thrown outside the bar.
The pain in his head confirmed this.
But he was shocked to find that the dream was still vivid in his mind.
"Could that dream be real? This is too ridiculous." Ethan muttered to himself. But when he closed his eyes, he was even more astonished.
There was really a "Taiji Scripture" in his mind.
"Is this dream too real?" Ethan still couldn't believe it. Then he opened the "Taiji Scripture" and began to cultivate according to the methods described.
If nothing happened during the cultivation, then the Life-Death Jade and the "Taiji Scripture" would be a joke.
But the facts left Ethan stunned again.
In less than half an hour, he felt a small stream of heat emerging in his dantian.
Then, the heat flowed through his limbs and bones.
Everywhere it passed, it felt extremely comfortable.
At the same time, a Taiji diagram faintly appeared on the palm of his left hand.
The Life-Death Jade.
White for life, black for death.
Each side had seven rays of light, the shadow was faint but distinct.
Ethan thought he had accidentally gotten some marks on it and rubbed his wrist on his thigh a few times, but found that the Taiji diagram still remained.
And it started to rotate.
The next second, a message suddenly emerged in Ethan's mind:
Status: Thirteen abrasions, three levels of internal organ damage, mild concussion in the head.
Cause: Violent beating by a group of people.
Repair or destroy?
Ethan was stunned. What was this?
He subconsciously issued a repair command. Immediately, the Life-Death Jade started to rotate, and then a white light entered Ethan's body.
"Snap—"
Then, his body began to change.
His blood vessels heated up uncontrollably, and then his whole body became boiling hot. Ethan felt that all his cells were running, swarming, and racing inside his body.
His bones also made cracking sounds.
Before long, Ethan's body shook violently, and all the pain in his body completely disappeared. The abrasions on his arms and face also healed.
At the same time, the white light on the Taiji diagram dimmed a bit.
"This is a miraculous healing power." Ethan was excited. Others used to repair antiques and paintings, but his Life-Death Jade could heal physical ailments.
It seemed that everything in the dream was real.
This was truly a gift from heaven.
Ethan quickly got up from the hospital bed and rushed to the inpatient department as fast as he could.
He pushed open the door of his mother Mary's room.
Looking at his mother, who was as thin as a stick and had her eyes closed, Ethan rushed over and placed his left hand on her stomach.
Status: Anemia, myocardial strain, gallstones, malignant transformation of stomach tumor...
Cause: Years of toil, irregular diet, and invasion of wind-cold.
Repair or destroy?
Ethan blurted out, "Repair!"
The Life-Death Jade moved again, and five rays of white light entered Mary's body.
Inside Mary's body, it instantly became a battlefield. Countless cells were boiling and flowing, like thousands of troops charging and fighting.
"Boom—"
Before long, Mary's head moved.
Ethan called out subconsciously, "Mom—"
Mary slowly opened her eyes, a touch of redness appearing on her pale face.
"Ethan, I'm hungry..."
Ethan wept with joy.
He withdrew his left hand and noticed that there was only one ray of white light left on the Life-Death Jade.
Apparently, the more severe the illness and injury, the more white light it consumed.
Ethan didn't think about how to restore the white light. He just wanted to take good care of his mother now.
Fifteen minutes later, Ethan brought a bowl of porridge and carefully fed it to his mother.
This was the first time Mary had an appetite to eat in six months.
After eating, Ethan called the doctor over.
After an examination, the doctor was shocked. "How is this possible?"
Mary was cured.
When Mary learned that she was fine, she insisted on being discharged from the hospital.
Besides the cost of hospitalization, she had also been in the hospital for a year and was eager to go home and feel the warmth of life.
Ethan couldn't persuade her otherwise and had to handle the discharge procedures.
When handling the procedures, Ethan thought there was almost no money left in the account, but unexpectedly, ninety-five thousand was refunded.
He asked and found out that someone had deposited a hundred thousand into the hospital account yesterday.
Ethan checked and found that it was Sophia who had sent the money.
His heart warmed. Sophia still cared about him.
Ethan left five thousand for his mother's use and transferred the rest back to Sophia. Then he packed up and left the hospital.
Just as Ethan was helping his mother to the entrance, three luxury cars sped past them, almost running over Mary's toes.
Ethan shouted angrily, "How do you drive? Are you in such a hurry to die?"
Mary gently advised, "Ethan, forget it, forget it."
The luxury cars backed up and stopped. A young man with an earring got out and cursed, "How dare you curse at Young Master Huang? Are you looking for death?"
Then Alexander, Isabella, and their group showed up.
Oh, it's Ethan. Kid, you're quite tough. Recovered so quickly?" Seeing Ethan, Alexander walked over with a smirk. "Ironclad body, huh?"
"Your mother is also discharged?
"Couldn't borrow money, so you're going home to wait for death?
"Do you want me to sponsor a nanmu coffin for you?"
His companions laughed, their eyes full of contempt and mockery.
Isabella remained as cold as ever, and when she saw Ethan, there was an even stronger look of disgust in her eyes.
Ethan's humiliation and kneeling when borrowing money yesterday had made Isabella lose interest in further humiliating him.
Ethan's voice sank. "Alexander, you cursed my mother. You're looking for death?"
"Looking for death? Who do you think you are?" Alexander tapped his shoe on the ground, his arrogance flaring. "Who gave you the courage to challenge me?"
The young man with the earring chimed in sarcastically, "Didn't get beaten enough yesterday?"
Several beautiful female companions covered their mouths and giggled.
"Kneel down, kowtow, and apologize." Alexander pointed at Ethan. "I'll forget about this if you do, otherwise I'll send you and your mother to the morgue."
Ethan's eyes turned cold. "Don't push me too far."
Alexander sneered. "What if I do? You're not satisfied?"
Several followers pulled out their batons and surrounded Ethan, twisting their necks menacingly.
Isabella said indifferently, "Ethan, don't be stubborn. Kneel down and apologize. Alexander is not someone you can afford to offend."
"Kid, kid, let's talk it out!" At this time, Mary also tightly held Ethan's angry arm and stepped forward to smile at Alexander.
"Master Huang, I used to work as a housekeeper in your house. I know your mother. For my sake, please, don't be too hard on Ethan."
"He's young and inexperienced. You're a magnanimous person. Let him go."
Mary accompanied her smile with a pleading look.
"For your sake?" Alexander sneered and spat on Mary.
"You? What are you? why should I do that for your sake?"
"You old hag dares to ask me for that? Do you think you deserve it?"
For anyone, such rudeness was an insult. But Mary didn't dare to fight back and could only endure.
Being humiliated, mocked, and bullied, but not daring to cause trouble, was not because of magnanimity, but the helplessness of a small person with no choice.
"Doing this to my mother, are you looking for death?" Ethan clenched his fists, his face full of anger as he wanted to rush forward, but was held back by his mother.
Seeing Ethan's stubbornness, Isabella was angry. "Ethan, still being stubborn? Is Alexander someone you and your mother can afford to offend?"
"Kneel down quickly. It's not like you haven't knelt before. We all know each other well. Don't pretend."
She tried to mediate. One reason was that she had no sense of accomplishment in humiliating Ethan anymore, and the other was to show her magnanimity in front of others.
But unexpectedly, Ethan didn't appreciate it. "You can rest assured. I will never kneel again."
Isabella was impatient.
"You don't listen to my advice, I won't care about you anymore."
"Without my face, you might not even be able to save your life."
She raised her chin arrogantly.
Ethan shouted unceremoniously, "Get out!"
Isabella's face turned cold. "Alexander, I don't care about him anymore. Do whatever you want."
"Master Huang, Ethan is inexperienced. Please be more tolerant. You can rest assured that Ethan will never bother you again."
Seeing Alexander's fierce look, Mary quickly dragged Ethan behind her. "Let's forget about this today."
"This little money is a token of my appreciation. Please have some tea with your friends, Master Huang."
Mary took out three thousand dollars from her pocket and bent over to humbly put it into Alexander's pocket.
"Slap—"
Alexander slapped Mary across the face.
Mary gasped, "Master Huang..."
"Slap!"
Another crisp sound rang out.
"A person like an ant dares to ask me to be tolerant?"
Before Mary could react, Alexander kicked her.
Mary groaned and staggered backward.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Ethan's figure flashed.
Before Alexander could see clearly, he felt his neck tighten.
Ethan grabbed Alexander's neck and, with a speed that no one could react to, slammed his head against the window of a luxury car.
"Bang!"
The impact was shocking. The car window shattered instantly, and Alexander's head was splattered with blood.
The force was terrifying.
This wasn't over. Ethan threw the dizzy Alexander to the ground and kicked his arm without mercy.
"Crack!"
A clear sound rang out as Alexander's left arm was instantly broken.
A companion was stunned for a moment before rushing towards Ethan.
Ethan didn't even look and slapped him away, sending him flying five meters, with blood gushing from his nose and mouth.
Everyone was stunned.
No one expected Ethan to be so powerful and fierce.
Mary also opened her mouth wide in shock.
Ethan didn't stop. He beckoned to the remaining people. "Come on, all of you."
Four people roared and charged forward.
Ethan crushed them with his speed and strength.
One punch, one kick, and they were all knocked down brutally by Ethan, their faces bruised and swollen, limbs broken.
"You—"
Everyone was shocked.
Several beautiful girls looked at Ethan in disbelief. They never expected this loser to be so capable.
"How could this be?"
Isabella couldn't accept the result. Ethan had beaten so many people to the ground?
She expected to see Ethan kneeling and begging for mercy, not Ethan going on a rampage.
Looking at the onlookers around, who were all looking at Ethan with shock and even admiration, Isabella's heart tightened.
An inexplicable anger flared up.
Ethan, whom she had dumped, should have been useless. How could he suddenly become so powerful?
Was he on drugs?
Yes, it must be so. Otherwise, he wouldn't be this powerful.
Then, Isabella gritted her teeth again.
Even if he could fight, so what? In this society, can you fight against knives, guns, and the state?
Without education, background, or connections, you're doomed to a mediocre life.
After this self-comforting outburst, Isabella's heart gradually calmed down.
At this time, Ethan was slowly walking towards Alexander.
"Kid, you dare to hurt us?" Alexander was also stunned, but still put on a fierce look. "Do you know the consequences of offending me?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ethan slapped him across the face.
Alexander lost two teeth and his mouth was full of blood.
Then Ethan grabbed his neck. "Tell me, what are the consequences?"
"Ethan, enough!" Isabella stood up angrily. "You've caused trouble. If you don't stop, you'll regret it..."
"Slap—"
Ethan slapped Alexander again. "What trouble have I caused?"
Alexander roared, "You bastard!"
"Not satisfied?"
Ethan slapped him again.
Alexander covered his face, his eyes full of resentment, but didn't dare to retort.
Isabella was also furious. "You—"
In her eyes, only Alexander could teach Ethan a lesson. Ethan had no right to bully Alexander.
Ethan gently patted Alexander's face. "Tell me, what are the consequences? What trouble?"
Alexander was very aggrieved but finally gritted his teeth.
"I admit defeat today. What do you want?"
Ethan held his throat firmly.
"Slap yourself ten times, apologize to my mother, and compensate. Otherwise, I'll ruin you."
Mary pulled at Ethan's sleeve. "Ethan, forget it, forget it."
Alexander looked at Ethan's eyes and felt an inexplicable fear.
He felt that Ethan had changed. He was no longer the useless person he could bully at will.
Alexander could even feel the coldness in Ethan's fingers.
If he continued to challenge, he would be beaten even worse. He decided to endure for today and find a way to get revenge on this mother-son pair later.
So he reluctantly lowered his head to Mary.
"Auntie, I'm sorry..."
Then he slapped himself ten times and took out a few thousand dollars to compensate.
Mary, although worried, felt a sense of satisfaction when she heard the apology.
Ethan stared at Alexander and noticed the resentment in his eyes. He knew Alexander would seek revenge sooner or later.
His mind flashed, and the Life-Death Jade glowed.
At the same time, a message emerged in Ethan's mind:
Status: Early stage of liver cancer, virus infection, broken arm.
Cause: Excessive drinking and sex, drug use, being beaten...
Repair or destroy?
Ethan didn't hesitate to choose destruction. He knew that it meant worsening the condition.
A black-light entered Alexander's body.
"Ah—"
Alexander screamed inexplicably and then slid from Ethan's hand to the ground.
Late-stage of liver cancer.
Ethan shouted, "Get out!"
Alexander left with Isabella and the others, their eyes full of resentment.
Looking at Alexander's sorry figure, Ethan's eyes flashed with a glint of determination.
This was a dead man walking...