With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

Lin Qingxue's eyes lit up, but the light in them dimmed again the next second.

"But Grandpa is in Yangxin Pavilion." Her voice was hoarse. "The security there is very tight. The guards are all martial artists, and they work in shifts. Without the patriarch's token, no one can get in."

Ye Yaocheng smiled, walked to the window, rested his hand on the window frame, and looked back at her: "Miss Lin, have you forgotten how I got in?"

Lin Qingxue was stunned.

She looked at Ye Yaocheng, the man who had climbed in through the window and stood casually in her room.

Yes, the Lin family is heavily guarded, yet he was able to sneak into her room without a sound. No matter how strict the Yangxin Pavilion is, it can't be stricter than the entire Lin family manor.

She bit her lip, and scenes from her childhood flashed through her mind.

Grandpa took her to catch butterflies in the back mountain, Grandpa taught her to read, Grandpa protected her when her father scolded her...

That ever-smiling old man was the only person in this cold family who had ever given her warmth.

Now, Grandpa lies in bed, his fate unknown.

But her father was busy... selling her.

Lin Qingxue clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, the pain bringing her back to her senses.

She looked up at Ye Yaocheng, her eyes hardening: "I'll take you there. I'll try as long as there's even a glimmer of hope."

Ten minutes later, deep within the Lin family manor, in front of a three-story pavilion.

The building is simple and elegant, with upturned eaves and corners, and three large gilded characters on the door plaque: Yangxin Pavilion.

Within a 50-meter radius of the attic, there was not a single tree or shrub.

On the empty lawn, ten men dressed in black stand like javelins.

Their eyes were like those of eagles, scanning every corner around them. Each of them wore a long sword at his waist, with the Lin family crest engraved on the hilt.

Even the one with the lowest aura is at the third level of Qi Refining.

Some of them are already at the sixth or seventh level of Qi Refining.

Lin Qingxue and Ye Yaocheng hid behind a rockery in the distance.

She lowered her voice, her voice filled with worry: "These are Lin Jiawei's elite troops. Each of them has the strength of Qi Refining Level 3 or above. They rotate every eight hours without interruption."

"I tried to go in to see my grandfather the day before yesterday, but I was stopped. They said that no one could enter without the head of the family's order."

Ye Yaocheng raised an eyebrow. Even his own granddaughter can't come in?

This level of security goes beyond the scope of "protection".

It's more like... imprisonment.

It seems that Mr. Lin's illness is not just a simple "illness".

"It's alright," Ye Yaocheng said calmly. "Guards with this level of strength can't even detect me."

Lin Qingxue looked at him, and with a confidence she didn't know where it came from, nodded vigorously: "I believe you."

"Then, hold me tight."

Ye Yaocheng suddenly reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Before Lin Qingxue could react, she was already pulled into his arms!

"what!"

She gasped softly, her hand instinctively grabbing his shirt, but then she loosened her grip, realizing this wasn't the time to dwell on such things.

Warm, fragrant, and soft jade embraces me.

Ye Yaocheng could feel the softness of her body and smell the faint fragrance in her hair. His heart skipped a beat, but he immediately suppressed his distracting thoughts.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

With a light touch of his toes, his figure floated out of the artificial hill like a ghost, skimming the ground as he sped towards Yangxin Pavilion!

It was extremely fast, yet completely silent.

None of the ten guards on the lawn turned their heads.

They didn't even realize that two figures had slid past them three meters behind.

Lin Qingxue hugged Ye Yaocheng tightly, pressing her face against his chest.

She could hear his strong, powerful heartbeat.

You can feel the volcanic power hidden within his body.

Just how strong is this man?

Even a high-level Qi Refining guard was like a blind man in front of him!

At the entrance of Yangxin Pavilion.

Ye Yaocheng, with Lin Qingxue in his arms, lightly touched the railing with his toes and, like a swallow, silently slipped through the second-floor window.

After landing and letting go, Lin Qingxue still clung to him like a sloth, her eyes closed and her hands gripping him tightly.

"Miss Lin," Ye Yaocheng gently reminded her, "we've arrived."

Lin Qingxue opened her eyes and found herself pressed against him. Her face flushed red, and she hurriedly let go and took two steps back.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

She lowered her head, her ears turning bright red.

Ye Yaocheng smiled but didn't say anything.

He sighed inwardly, his essence was damaged, and now he could only exert the strength of the peak of the Martial King realm. If he were in his prime, he could sneak around with someone and not even let his aura slip through his fingers.

It seems that solving the root cause problem is indeed urgent.

Lin Qingxue adjusted her breathing and turned to look at the inside of the room.

There was a large bed made of rosewood.

An old man was lying in the bed.

He was skin and bones, his face was ashen, his lips were dark purple, and seven or eight tubes were inserted into his body. The electrocardiogram machine next to him emitted a monotonous "beep beep" sound.

His vital signs were as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

"grandfather……"

Lin Qingxue's eyes instantly reddened. She rushed over, knelt by the bed, and held the old man's withered hand.

My hands are ice cold, they have no warmth.

"Grandpa...it's me, Qingxue...I've come to see you..."

Her voice choked with emotion, and tears streamed down her face.

From childhood to adulthood, only this old man truly cared for her. When her father scolded her, it was her grandfather who protected her. When she was sick, it was her grandfather who stayed by her bedside. When she first cultivated true qi, it was her grandfather who laughed the loudest...

But now, Grandpa lies here, his fate unknown.

But she didn't even have the right to come see him openly.

"Young Master Ye..."

Lin Qingxue turned her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked at Ye Yaocheng, her voice trembling: "You have a way to save my grandfather, don't you?"

"Please... I'll do anything to save Grandpa!"

She grasped at the last straw, her eyes filled with desperate pleading.

Ye Yaocheng walked over and gently patted her shoulder.

"Don't rush," he said gently. "Let me take a look first. If we alert the guards outside, it will be troublesome."

Lin Qingxue nodded vigorously, covered her mouth, and dared not cry out again.

Ye Yaocheng walked to the bedside and leaned over to observe.

The old man had a sallow complexion, a faint black aura between his eyebrows, dark purple lips, and bluish fingernails.

His eyes narrowed at the sight of those symptoms.

"Can my grandfather... be cured?"

Lin Qingxue's voice trembled, her eyes filled with the last glimmer of hope.

Ye Yaocheng did not answer.

He reached out and placed his hand on the old man's wrist.

True energy, as fine as silk, penetrated into the old man's body.

As soon as he entered, Ye Yaocheng frowned.

It's chaotic, so chaotic.

The elderly man's meridians were like a tangled mess, obstructing the flow of vital energy everywhere. His internal organs were all showing varying degrees of deterioration, especially his heart and liver, which were on the verge of collapse.

But that's not the worst part.

Ye Yaocheng continued to penetrate deeper, and finally discovered a black, viscous substance deep within the old man's heart meridian.

The thing, like a living creature, clung to the heart meridian, constantly releasing cold, toxic substances.

The toxins slowly eroded the old man's vitality, little by little, like a frog being boiled in lukewarm water. By the time it was discovered, the disease was already terminal.

And this toxin… Ye Yaocheng’s eyes turned cold.

It was chilling, vicious, and carried a familiar, sinister quality.

It is very similar to the Yin Sha Poison in Ji Mingyue, but it is more insidious, slower, and more difficult to cure.

It's like an advanced version of the same poison technique.

"Soul Palace..."

Ye Yaocheng uttered two words in a low voice.

Sure enough, from Ji Mingyue to Old Master Lin, the Soul Palace had a shadow behind them.

What exactly does this organization want to do?

Ten minutes later, Ye Yaocheng withdrew his hand.

Lin Qingxue looked at him nervously, "How is it?"

Ye Yaocheng was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "Your grandfather was poisoned by a kind of chronic and rare poison. The toxin has penetrated deep into his heart and has already eroded his internal organs. Ordinary doctors are indeed helpless."

Lin Qingxue's face turned pale.

But Ye Yaocheng changed the subject: "However, I'm here."

He looked at Lin Qingxue, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable confidence: "I can cure this poison."

Lin Qingxue's eyes widened suddenly!

"real?!"

"More real than real gold."

Ye Yaocheng nodded: "But it will take time, and it will also require a few special medicinal herbs."

"no problem!"

Lin Qingxue's voice trembled with excitement, "I'll find whatever you need! I'll pay any price!"

Money is not a problem.

Ye Yaocheng waved his hand and suddenly asked, "Miss Lin, how much do you know about the Soul Palace organization?"

Lin Qingxue was taken aback. Why was she suddenly asking this?

But she still answered honestly, "I know a little. It was an evil force in Tianhai Province decades ago. They were skilled in using poison and soul control techniques. Because they committed too many evils, they were jointly besieged and wiped out by the righteous alliance. It is said that they have been exterminated."

She paused, looking at Ye Yaocheng with a puzzled expression: "Young Master Ye, why are you asking this?"

Ye Yaocheng did not answer directly. He looked at the unconscious old man on the bed with deep eyes.

"Because the poison that your grandfather was poisoned was very likely the work of the Soul Palace."

Lin Qingxue was struck dumb!

She stared blankly at her grandfather, then at Ye Yaocheng, her lips trembling. "But, isn't the Soul Palace already..."

"Exterminate the entire family?" Ye Yaocheng sneered. "This kind of organization is best at rising from the ashes."

He walked to the window, looked out at the dark night sky, and said in a low voice, "It seems that the waters of the Linjiang River are deeper than I imagined."

Silence fell over the room.

Only the regular beeping of the electrocardiograph machine could be heard.