Not only had Joe Di never heard of this so-called Ninth Saint's Path practitioner Shirley Moon, but even if he had, he wouldn’t have cared.
His opponent was the Cosmic Saint Lord, a pioneer of the universe itself—a mere Ninth Turn Saint Dao was hardly worth his notice.
Zeng He’s eyes widened as he watched Shirley Moon’s primordial spirit burst out from his daughter’s body, only to be trapped by Joe Di’s forbidden array and incinerated by flames. Glancing at his daughter Yvonne Zeng, who lay pale as paper on the ground, Zeng He’s tears could no longer be held back.
He hated himself for doubting Joe Di, missing the chance to save his daughter. If Joe Di hadn’t come, he might have mistaken a thief for his own child.
"Divine Healer Joe..." Zeng He looked at Joe Di with hope and anxiety. Even without saying a word, everyone could guess what he wanted to ask.
Without waiting for Zeng He to speak further, Joe Di’s golden needles scattered like blossoms across Zeng Yixun’s body. With his current cultivation and true essence, he didn’t need to move her clothes or even touch her; he easily performed the Five Yin Six Yang Hand technique on her.
Not only did he use the Five Yin Six Yang Hand, but also his true essence channeling technique.
The Five-Yin Six-Yang Healing Art could cure countless ailments, but for someone like Yvonne Zeng—whose soul had been possessed yet not fully devoured—it was the perfect remedy.
Five Yin Six Yang inherently contains the principle of borrowing yin to restore yang. Even though Zeng Yixun’s condition was severe, Joe Di only needed half an hour before retrieving his golden needles.
Zeng Yixun’s eyebrows twitched slightly, but she did not open her eyes.
Joe Di looked at Henry Zeng and said, "Your daughter has been cured. Take her down to rest, and once she wakes up, make sure to give her plenty of top-tier supplements."
"Ah..." Henry Zeng gasped in surprise. Ever since his daughter contracted this illness, the more supplements she took, the weaker she became, her vitality fading with each dose. Now Joe Di was telling him to use the finest supplements—could this really work?
Joe Di understood Henry Zeng's hesitation and said calmly, "Just follow my instructions. And tell your daughter—what she knows is hers to keep. There's nothing she needs to be wary of."
"Yes, yes—thank you, Divine Healer, thank you..." Henry Zeng offered his endless gratitude. In the presence of someone as exalted as Joe Di, he dared not mention any reward. But should Joe Di ask, Henry Zeng would move heaven and earth, even if it meant exhausting the resources of his entire conglomerate.
At his age, he'd come to see things clearly: wealth was but a fleeting possession, neither brought into life nor taken away in death. All his riches had failed to save his daughter, Yvonne Zeng, yet Joe Di had succeeded in a single stroke. Family and health were what truly mattered.
Joe Di said nothing more. What he'd just explained, Henry Zeng might not understand, but once Yvonne Zeng woke, she surely would.
Shirley Moon's soul possession of Yvonne Zeng had nearly succeeded before Joe Di intervened. When Yvonne Zeng awoke, fragments of Shirley Moon's cultivation techniques and memories would remain in her mind. As long as Yvonne practiced those techniques, the root of her Nieyuan Disease would be eradicated.
This was different from Luna Cui's case—Shirley Moon's soul was already greatly weakened, and her attempt to possess Luna Cui had failed from beginning to end. Luna Cui retained full control over herself throughout, and the two had constantly struggled for dominance. Thus, Luna Cui gained little of Shirley Moon's cultivation knowledge or inner thoughts.
"Divine Healer Joe, what remarkable skill—such masterful healing," Director Yu Youpin couldn't help but praise. As the head of Tianhuang Martial Arts Hospital, he held the utmost respect for medical experts. He'd sought Joe Di out several times, driven by admiration and reverence for such talent.
It wasn't just Yu Youpin; Peng Yueshan also laughed heartily, joining Cai Tian and the others in greeting Joe Di, their voices full of respect and friendliness.
As for Professor Peck, witnessing Joe Di's medical prowess left him flushed with excitement. No matter what, he was determined to discuss the art of healing with Joe Di.
A chill ran through Da Huangmu's heart. Instinctively, he tried to leave the room, but Joe Di fixed him with a cold stare. "You're Da Huangmu, aren't you? Planning to slip away?"
"Divine Healer Joe, your skills are truly remarkable. My son suffers from the same illness as Yvonne Zeng—I was just about to beg for your help." Da Huangmu halted, clasping his fists, his tone stripped of all previous arrogance.
He knew well that Joe Di would never treat his son. The real issue wasn't whether Joe Di would heal him, but whether Da Huangmu could survive this encounter. Joe Di's strength had far surpassed his expectations—from easily restraining Shirley Moon's bodiless soul to slaying her outright, Da Huangmu hadn't even had time to react.
He could understand the existence of a bodyless soul, but to actually imprison one? That was beyond his wildest imagination.
"Do you know why I didn't kill you first? Compared to that soul, you're not even worth as much as a grasshopper. To be honest, I've overestimated congenital cultivation—if all cultivators at your level are like you, I could wipe out a whole crowd without lifting a finger." Joe Di chuckled, realizing he'd placed too much faith in martial artists and underestimated himself.
"Divine Healer Joe, we bear no grudge. My words may have been harsh, and I apologize, but to use such power against me—is that not unjust?" Da Huangmu called out, his bravado crumbling as he glanced at Yu Youpin and the others. He knew the chance of them speaking up was slim, but he still hoped they'd say something for the sake of their shared ties to Tianhuang City.
Joe Di couldn't be bothered with Da Huangmu. He stepped forward and grabbed Da Huangmu with a single motion. Alarmed, Da Huangmu tried to dodge, but despite his superior cultivation, he couldn't escape Joe Di's grasp.
Effortlessly, Joe Di seized Da Huangmu by the throat and lifted him up. "You hunted me across every corner, tormented my friend Luna Cui, and dared insult my wife. If I let scum like you live, what meaning would my cultivation hold?"
With that, Joe Di flung Da Huangmu against the wall. Before Da Huangmu could slide down, Joe Di kicked a nearby chair, shattering it. The four chair legs shot out, nailing Da Huangmu's hands and feet to the wall, leaving him hanging there.
Blood dripped from Da Huangmu's legs, pooling on the floor beneath him.
"Joe Di, even if I die, I will never—" Da Huangmu's words were cut short as Joe Di shattered another chair, driving its four legs from Da Huangmu's mouth to his throat and chest, pinning him in place.
"You won't even have a chance at reincarnation, so what are you boasting about?" As Joe Di spoke, darkness swept over Da Huangmu. He felt his soul engulfed by flames, a sense of utter annihilation overtaking him. Regret never had time to surface—Joe Di obliterated him in an instant.
Even those who'd come to befriend Joe Di—Cai Tian, Yu Youpin, and the others—were stunned by his methods. It wasn't that Joe Di was especially ruthless; they'd seen and done worse themselves. What shocked them was Joe Di's sheer power.
Da Huangmu was universally acknowledged as the strongest in Tianhuang City. Yet before Joe Di, he was as helpless as a lamb, unable to resist in the slightest.
Joe Di turned to Cai Tian and the others. "Auction off Da Huangmu's assets and use part of the proceeds to compensate this hotel."
Only then did he turn to Cassie Cao and say, "Senior Sister, let's go find your aunt first. After that, I plan to head to Tianhuang District to see if I can find Marlon Mao."