Iron Sand Palm

Hospital.

Jin Youzhen wept bitterly as she spoke to her family beside her:

"It's all my fault for arriving too late."

"Great Xia has been cracking down too strictly, and Youxi was accidentally discovered by the Great Xia Martial Arts Association."

"By the time I got there, the people of Great Xia had already beaten her like this."

Grandpa Jin stood with a darkened expression, silent.

His eyes were fixed on his granddaughter lying in the hospital bed.

His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

Years ago, Jin Youxi had disobeyed him and secretly fled to Great Xia.

He had been furious for a long time.

And that stubborn girl had stayed away for years.

This time, when she returned, he had planned to scold her harshly.

But he never expected things to turn out like this.

Jin Youxi had been raised under Grandpa Jin’s watchful eyes since childhood.

He only had two granddaughters.

Now, seeing his youngest granddaughter in such a state filled him with indescribable heartache.

Beside him, Jin Youxi’s older brother spoke up:

"Grandpa, don’t grieve too much. Your health is more important."

"Youxi never listened to you—she insisted on going to Great Xia and didn’t come home for years."

"And now, after returning, she’s made you this upset..."

Grandpa Jin immediately snapped:

"Shut your mouth!"

The young man instantly fell silent.

Jin Youxi’s parents also wore troubled expressions.

Their daughter was supposed to marry into the Park Family.

Had the alliance succeeded, their status within the family would have risen.

But now, everything had gone wrong.

Nearby, a doctor cautiously reminded them:

"Mr. Jin, the victim’s Ren and Du meridians have been completely shattered. There’s no way to save her."

"Such injuries are fatal."

"The fact that she’s held on this long is already a miracle."

"Please prepare yourself mentally at any moment."

Grandpa Jin remained silent.

His assistant shot the doctor a look, and the doctor quietly retreated.

Only after walking far away did the doctor dare to take a deep breath.

Facing the pressure of a Martial Arts Supreme was overwhelming.

If the old man had been displeased, he could have been killed on the spot—and no one would have questioned it.

The doctor also felt unlucky.

Why had he been assigned to such a patient?

She should have died long ago, yet she had stubbornly clung to life until arriving before him.

Inside the ward, there were sobs, words of comfort, and hushed discussions.

The noise grated on Grandpa Jin’s nerves.

He said coldly:

"All of you, get out. I want to be alone with Youxi."

No one dared to disobey.

Everyone filed out obediently.

But once the room was empty, the assistant leaned in and whispered:

"Boss, the Second Young Miss’s injuries... they resemble those caused by Iron Sand Palm."

After speaking, the assistant also left.

Grandpa Jin stood frozen in place.

"Iron Sand Palm!"

There were few in this world who understood Iron Sand Palm better than him.

Because it was the Jin Family’s treasured martial art—one he had personally stolen from Great Xia decades ago.

With this technique, he had built a powerful family.

Now, as a Martial Arts Supreme, he had mastered Iron Sand Palm to perfection.

Earlier, grief had clouded his judgment.

But with the assistant’s reminder, he now realized—his granddaughter’s wounds did indeed bear the marks of Iron Sand Palm.

He hurried forward to examine her.

Then he saw it—her skull was fractured, bearing the imprint of half a palm.

Grandpa Jin was stunned.

"It really is Iron Sand Palm!"

With his deep understanding of the technique, coupled with his own mastery...

At first glance, he was certain—these injuries were caused by Iron Sand Palm.

An uncontrollable fury surged within him.

The attacker who had assaulted his granddaughter had used Iron Sand Palm.

Though Iron Sand Palm wasn’t exclusive to the Jin family,

many in Great Xia also practiced it.

It wasn’t impossible that the assailant from the Martial Arts Guild had coincidentally used this technique.

But why would a Martial Arts Guild member go through the trouble of targeting every acupoint along the Ren and Du meridians?

Wouldn’t it be simpler to kill her outright?

Or take her captive?

Why go to such lengths?

There was another possibility.

Someone in his own family was responsible.

And this possibility seemed far more likely.

Over the years, Grandpa Jin had watched his eldest and second sons scheme against each other.

Day after day, he listened to their mutual accusations.

He knew exactly what they were after.

Nothing more than a larger share of his inheritance.

It pained him deeply.

He had started with nothing, laboriously learned the Great Xia dialect, and smuggled himself into Great Xia to study martial arts.

Through hardship and struggle, he had clawed his way to success.

Yet his two sons, raised in luxury, had turned out utterly worthless.

The eldest, now only an advanced martial artist,

barely trained twice a year.

Rumor had it he was quite the gambler.

The second son was cunning, but his talent was lacking.

He had only recently reached advanced martial artist status.

All he cared about was seizing the family fortune.

Grandpa Jin had long turned a blind eye.

What was the point of intervening? It wouldn’t change a thing.

But now, they had crossed a line—attacking their own kin.

Yet Grandpa Jin soon noticed something peculiar.

Jin Youxi’s qi and blood were circulating faintly within her.

The pattern resembled a specific cultivation technique.

It was this slow, self-sustaining circulation that kept her clinging to life,

preventing her from succumbing immediately.

But how long could this state last?

Steeling himself, Grandpa Jin stepped outside the hospital room.

He fixed Jin Youzhen with a piercing glare and demanded,

"Youxi’s injuries were inflicted by Iron Sand Palm.

Youzhen, explain to me—what is the meaning of this?"

Jin Youzhen’s face instantly paled.

She never imagined her grandfather could identify the technique just from the wounds.

Weren’t all injuries more or less the same?

How could he tell?

Her bodyguard, a martial arts master, quickly intervened.

"Among the Martial Arts Guild members from Great Xia, one of them appeared to use Iron Sand Palm."

The master was sharp.

He knew that if the truth came out, Jin Youzhen might survive,

but he would certainly pay with his life.

Bolstered by his words, Jin Youzhen nodded frantically.

"Y-yes, that’s right! Someone from Great Xia used Iron Sand Palm too."

Grandpa Jin’s eyes narrowed.

He could see the panic in Jin Youzhen’s demeanor.

But of course, people only confessed when cornered.

Jin Youzhen exhaled inwardly in relief.

As long as she insisted it was the work of Great Xia’s people,

her grandfather would have no way to verify it.

Dead men told no tales.

Grandpa Jin turned to his assistant.

"Notify the vault keepers. Have them bring me the last Vermilion Fruit."

The moment these words left his mouth,

the room erupted in shock.

Jin Youzhen collapsed onto the floor, trembling.

Even the martial arts master broke into a cold sweat,

regretting his entanglement with Jin Youzhen and her schemes.

The eldest son hurriedly protested,

"Father, that’s the last Vermilion Fruit we have!"

"How can this be used so casually?"

Grandpa Jin frowned.

"What do you mean by casually?"

"This is to save Jin Youxi's life!"

"And while we're at it, we need to find out exactly who hurt her!"