Chapter 61: Taking the Pulse — Wang Dong, You Have an Irregular Period
"Ah, so that's all it is. You should've said so earlier…"
Wang Dong covered his forehead, giving Ye Chen a faintly resentful look.
He had thought Ye Chen meant a full examination…
Who would run a sect like that?
"Come on, let's go back to the dorm. I'll give you a proper examination to see whether you're suitable to join the Tang Sect."
"Tang Sect's hidden weapon training has strict standards. If your bone structure isn't suitable, then you can't join at all."
Ye Chen spoke in a perfectly serious tone.
In truth, there was no such requirement—anyone could practice, even a dog. Talent only determined how far one could go.
He was merely using this as an excuse to expose Wang Dong's secret gender.
Since Wang Dong had come right to his door, Ye Chen sure wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
"Alright, let's hurry then. With my talent, I'm definitely qualified for Tang Sect training."
Wang Dong nodded eagerly, completely convinced by Ye Chen's explanation.
As long as he didn't have to strip, it was fine.
After all, his "illusion" only changed appearance—it didn't create all the… male details.
Mostly because he'd never seen them, so he didn't know what to replicate…
"Good."
Ye Chen nodded lightly, already curious about Wang Dong's reaction once the truth was revealed.
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...
Soon, the two of them returned to their dorm room.
Wang Dong closed the door neatly and sat on his small bed, his legs swinging over the side, eyes filled with anticipation.
"Alright, Ye Chen, I'm ready! How do we start the checkup?"
"Simple. First, I'll examine your bone structure."
With that, Ye Chen squatted down and gently lifted one of Wang Dong's soft little feet.
Her foot was wrapped in thin white cotton socks.
The moment Ye Chen touched it, he felt an unmistakable smoothness—far too soft for any boy.
Clearly, Wang Dong's disguise technique was just a visual illusion.
"Ah…"
Wang Dong gasped and instinctively pulled his foot back.
Boys didn't usually mind this, but girls definitely would—and Wang Dong was no exception.
"Don't move. I'm just checking your bone quality. Keep still, or I'll start to think your feet stink."
Ye Chen looked up with slight exasperation.
"Wha—what stink?! You're the one with stinky feet, idiot!"
Wang Dong blew up immediately, raising his other foot to kick at Ye Chen—but he easily caught her ankle, immobilizing her.
Though Wang Dong wasn't weak physically, she was still far behind Ye Chen's strength. Resistance was futile.
"I don't have smelly feet! You're talking nonsense!"
Wang Dong puffed her cheeks angrily.
"Alright, alright."
Ye Chen said it lazily, clearly trying not to laugh.
"You—!"
Wang Dong fumed, nearly trembling with frustration.
She swore that one day she'd stomp on Ye Chen's face until he admitted her feet smelled nothing like that.
Infuriating Ye Chen!
...
Ignoring Wang Dong's sulking, Ye Chen completed the bone measurement calmly.
He wasn't just pretending—he genuinely knew what he was doing. Coming from a renowned medical family, he'd studied anatomy and diagnosis deeply.
He had to admit—Wang Dong's bone structure was impressive, her body strong and well-developed. A natural talent for cultivation.
And from her skeletal frame, he could already predict her eventual figure: tall, shapely, and elegant—a true long-legged goddess.
She just hadn't fully grown yet, so she looked a bit petite for now.
"Hmm, good bones. Perfect for the Tang Sect's stealth body technique, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Step."
Ye Chen nodded approvingly before saying, "Next, I need to check your wrist structure—give me your hand."
"Hmph~"
Wang Dong extended her hand, looking away sharply.
She was still a little angry.
Ye Chen didn't push it. He simply took her slender wrist and began feeling along the bones carefully.
But the instant his fingers touched her skin, he knew something was off.
The texture and the size didn't match the male disguise at all.
Especially where their skin met—he noticed a faint blurring distortion.
Clearly, her illusion technique didn't apply to her legs, only to her hands—subtly altering their color and texture to disguise how delicate and feminine they really were.
It was a minimal change—but Ye Chen's trained eyes and fingers caught it in seconds.
"What's wrong?"
Wang Dong noticed his slight frown and tensed up.
She didn't fear him discovering her gender—she just worried that her physical condition might be unfit for Tang Sect training…
"Nothing major—your wrist bones feel a little weak. Let me check your pulse."
Ye Chen feigned thoughtfulness and then pressed his fingertips gently to her pulse.
When it came to pulse reading, he was an expert.
Earlier, the bone assessment hadn't been enough to confirm it—but now, with the pulse, everything was perfectly clear.
Her flow of blood and energy was distinctly feminine.
And Ye Chen could even sense something else—something subtle but very specific…
"What's wrong? Am—am I sick?"
Seeing Ye Chen's expression deepen, Wang Dong's heart began to race anxiously.
She'd just learned Ye Chen came from a family of physicians.
Nothing scared people more than a silent doctor's frown.
Her nerves tightened with each passing second.
Had he found some incurable illness?
Was she… dying?
"Hmm, there's definitely an issue. Do you want to hear it?" Ye Chen withdrew his hand, his expression serious.
"Y-Yes… Ye Chen, just tell me. I can take it."
Wang Dong took a deep breath, already bracing herself for the worst.
Even though she trusted her two godfathers to find a cure, the idea of being sick still made her chest tighten uncomfortably.
"I examined your pulse and discovered that you…"
"What is it?"
Wang Dong's eyes widened, her fingers digging into the bedsheet as a thin sheen of sweat formed in her palms. She was visibly nervous.
Ye Chen looked at her for a long moment, his face unreadable.
Then, in a solemn tone, he said,
"You have… a slightly irregular menstrual cycle."
Normally, spirit masters wouldn't have such problems.
But Wang Dong clearly did—probably due to overtraining. It wasn't serious, just a subtle imbalance, but his experienced touch had caught it instantly.
Yet by revealing it, he had officially confirmed her true gender beyond any doubt.
Wang Dong: …
Her face flushed a deep crimson, her eyes went wide.
"You—you pervert! What are you talking about?! I'm not— I'm a man!!"
She swung her tiny fists at him in sheer mortification, completely losing composure.
Thud—
Ye Chen easily caught her wrist and twisted, pinning her against the bed with practiced ease.
"Hmph, stop pretending. Wang Dong, you're actually a girl in disguise! Were you hiding your identity for some secret plan against the Tang Sect?!"
Ye Chen scowled theatrically, raising his voice as though interrogating a spy.
Wang Dong: …
"I—I'm not plotting anything against the Tang Sect, I just—"
She fumbled for words, face burning, too flustered to explain.
"Oh really? Still won't confess, huh? Looks like I'll have to use harsher methods!"
Ye Chen straddled her to keep her still, lifted his hand, and gave her backside a firm smack after smack.
(END CHAPTER)
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