My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

"A five-hundred-year-old ice lotus?"

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard a funny joke, "Coincidentally, I've also taken a liking to that thing."

"It's good that your brother is here. It saves me the trouble of going to each of them one by one."

"It's perfect that we have a whole litter, so it'll be easier to clean up afterward."

As he spoke, he stood up, pointed at Lu Mingyuan with his candy stick, and spoke in a casual tone, yet with an undeniable ruthlessness.

"Get out while I'm not in the mood to deal with you."

"If you dare say another nasty thing to my wife, next time it won't be your teeth that fall out, it'll be your tongue."

Lu Mingyuan shuddered and dared not utter another word. He turned and left with his two bodyguards, not even daring to pick up the tooth that had fallen to the ground.

When he reached the door, he stumbled a bit, looking as pathetic as a stray dog.

Su Zhenhai stood there, his face as white as paper, his legs trembling like a leaf.

He had just joined Lu Mingyuan in criticizing Ye Xunhuan, but when he turned around, he saw that President Wang, Chairman Li, and Shen Wenbai were all supporting Ye Xunhuan.

He recalled how he had mocked and targeted her in every way before, and his vision blurred; he almost fainted again.

Ye Xunhuan ignored him and started walking towards the inner courtyard of the old house. As he passed Su Zhenbang, he casually said, "Lead the way, let's go to that old man's bedroom!"

"If it gets any later, those quack doctors might really kill the person."

Su Zhenbang snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded, "Alright, alright! Good son-in-law, this way please! This way please!"

A group of people followed and walked towards the ward, with Shen Wenbai and the other two following silently behind.

In the bedroom, several experts in white coats were shaking their heads and sighing around the hospital bed, while the vital signs on the monitor were fluctuating weaker and weaker.

Grandpa Su lay on the bed, his face ashen, his breathing shallow and almost imperceptible, having fallen into a deep coma.

"Chairman Su, we really did our best." The senior expert at the head of the group took off his glasses, wiped them, and sighed.

"We've never seen this mutated neurotoxin before, and without the corresponding serum, we have no way to deal with it. You... should spend more time with the old man in his final moments."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyuan burst into tears.

Just then, Ye Xunhuan pushed through the crowd and walked in. He glanced at the old man on the hospital bed, then at the monitor screen, and said with a sneer:

"What do you mean you've done your best? A bunch of useless trash. You can't even tell that the toxins were mutated by someone else, and you dare call yourselves experts?"

"What did you say?!" The old expert instantly exploded, blowing his beard and glaring at Ye Xunhuan.

"Who are you? How dare you spout such nonsense here! We are the best neurology experts in the province!"

"The best in the province?" Ye Xunhuan scoffed, took out an old cloth bag from his pocket, and casually put it on the bedside table. The bag opened, revealing a row of gleaming silver needles.

"Back in our mountains, even the shepherd boys know more than you."

"Watch closely, don't blink, or you won't be able to learn it."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Ye Xunhuan's fingers moved so fast they were barely a blur. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen silver needles were inserted into acupoints on the old man's head, neck, and chest. Each needle was incredibly precise, with the insertion depth perfectly accurate.

He didn't even frown, with half a lollipop still in his mouth, his cheeks slightly puffing out, as if he were doing something insignificant.

The old expert's eyes widened instantly, and his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg.

This acupuncture technique!

The accuracy of the acupoint identification is amazing!

He has practiced medicine for forty years, and he has never seen such a thing, let alone recorded it in medical books or ancient texts!

As the last needle was inserted, Ye Xunhuan flicked the end of the needle with his fingertip, and an invisible aura flowed into the old man's body through the silver needle.

Almost simultaneously, the vital signs curve on the monitor, which had been almost flat, suddenly stabilized!

The old man's bluish-black complexion faded noticeably, and his breathing gradually became steady and powerful.

"This...how is this possible?" The old expert rushed to the monitor, staring at the stable data on the screen, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "The vital signs have stabilized? The spread of the toxin has really stopped?" The entire ward was silent, everyone looking at Ye Xunhuan as if he were a god.

Ye Xunhuan slowly and methodically pulled out the silver needles one by one, put them into his cloth bag, chewed on a lollipop, and mumbled:

"There's nothing to be alarmed about. It's just that the toxins have been temporarily sealed inside the internal organs. It should only last for seven or eight days. To cure it completely, we still need three more medicinal herbs."

"What kind of medicinal herbs? Just tell me! Even if it's incredibly expensive, the Su family will sell everything we own to find them!" Su Zhenbang immediately stepped forward, his voice trembling.

"The main ingredient is a 500-year-old ice lotus, supplemented with a 100-year-old blood lingzhi and a 100-year-old tangerine peel."

Ye Xunhuan licked his lips. "The Ice Lotus is the most crucial ingredient. Without it, the other two herbs are useless and cannot suppress the mutated toxins."

"A five-hundred-year-old ice lotus?" The old expert frowned and shook his head repeatedly.

"This thing is a rare and precious treasure, growing in extremely cold places. You can't find it on the market at all! You can't buy it even if you have money!"

Su Zhenbang's heart sank instantly. Ice lotuses are rare to begin with, and those that are 500 years old are even rarer. Where could he possibly find one in just seven days?

Just then, Shen Wenbai stepped forward and bowed slightly to Ye Xunhuan respectfully: "Mr. Ye, I just had my men check, and there happens to be a 500-year-old ice lotus as the final item at tonight's underground auction in Jiangcheng."

"Oh?" Ye Xunhuan's eyes lit up, and he became interested. "What a coincidence! This saves me the trouble of searching all over the mountain."

He turned to look at Su Qingyuan, whose eyes were still red-rimmed, raised an eyebrow, and gave a roguish smile:

"Hey? Are you free tonight? Come with me to the auction and buy that lotus flower to use as a medicinal ingredient for the old man. Also, help me manage my phone; it's such a pain to use."

Su Qingyuan nodded quickly, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help but smile: "I'm free! I'll go with you! I'll help you with the phone."

"Alright, let's go then." Ye Xunhuan waved his hand, turned around and walked out, but stopped after taking two steps, looked back at Su Zhenbang, and nodded in the direction of the door.

"Hey, father-in-law, keep an eye on the old man, don't let any more shady people get close."

"If you get poisoned to death, I won't be responsible!"

Su Zhenbang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded, "Don't worry, son-in-law! I'll personally guard it!"

By the time we left the old house, it was already getting dark.

Ye Xunhuan stood by the roadside, fiddling with his phone, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

He tapped the icons on the screen for ages, but still couldn't find the ride-hailing app.

"Who is this lousy thing designed for, with such a complicated design?"

Ye Xunhuan poked at the screen with a look of disgust. "They can't even order takeout properly, and they can't find a taxi. They're not even as good as the carrier pigeons from our mountain."

Su Qingyuan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The person who was so powerful and charismatic in the ward just now is now frowning and looking distressed while staring at their phone. The contrast is too great.

She took the phone, typed in the address of the underground auction with a few taps: "Okay, the car will be here soon. I know the place, just follow me."

"You're really something."

Ye Xunhuan grinned, then pulled an orange-flavored lollipop from his pocket and put it in his mouth. "I'll have Long Xiaotian give you a red envelope later as a reward for your hard work."

Su Qingyuan was both amused and exasperated, and shook her head without saying a word.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a private club halfway up the mountain.

The driver turned around and said, "Hello, that'll be eighty-two yuan in total."

Ye Xunhuan took out his phone again and poked around for a long time, his face almost touching the screen, but he still couldn't find the payment code.

Seeing this, Su Qingyuan quickly handed over her phone: "Master, let me pay."

After paying and getting out of the car, Ye Xunhuan was still a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and said, "I'll have Shen Wenbai transfer a million to you as pocket money later. A man shouldn't let a woman spend money."

Su Qingyuan was both amused and exasperated, and pushed him towards the clubhouse: "No need, it's not much money. Let's go in quickly, the auction is about to start."

The club was very well-built, with two tall bodyguards in black suits standing at the entrance. The people coming in and out were all wealthy and powerful, each holding a gold-embossed invitation.

With a lollipop in his mouth, Ye Xunhuan pulled Su Qingyuan inside.

The bodyguard immediately reached out to stop him, his face expressionless: "Sir, please show me your invitation."

"An invitation?" Ye Xunhuan was taken aback, scratching his head. "No, I don't have one. You need an invitation to go in and buy a flower? You have more rules than we do on the mountain."

The bodyguard's face darkened: "According to the auction rules, no one is allowed to enter without an invitation. Please leave."

Su Qingyuan also frowned.

She knew that the underground auction had a very high threshold, and that an invitation could only be obtained through a member's introduction. She had come in such a hurry that she had no time to prepare.

Just as Ye Xunhuan was about to grab his bodyguard and barge inside, a deep engine roar suddenly came from behind him.

A black Maybach came to a smooth stop beside them, its headlights so bright they were blinding.

The car door opened, and a man in a black tailored suit stepped out.

The man was in his late twenties, with a sinister face, a high nose bridge, and a demeanor that was far more composed than Lu Mingyuan's. He exuded an aura of pressure from someone who had long held a high position.

He leaned against the car, his gaze fixed on Ye Xunhuan, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I wondered who dared to compete with me for the five-hundred-year-old Ice Lotus. Turns out it's just a wild brat who doesn't even have an invitation."

The man flicked non-existent dust off his suit, his eyes filled with condescending disdain:

"You're the first person in Jiangcheng to dare steal something I've set my sights on."

Su Qingyuan's expression changed instantly, and she whispered to Ye Xunhuan, "It's Lu Mingchen! The eldest son of the Lu family in the provincial capital, Lu Mingyuan's cousin!"

Lu Mingchen is a notorious ruthless character in the provincial capital's business circles. He is cunning, vicious, and vengeful, making him ten times more difficult to deal with than Lu Mingyuan.

Ye Xunhuan, with a lollipop in his mouth, turned to look at Lu Mingchen, his eyes crinkling as if he had found a new toy.

"Oh dear, another clueless person has arrived. Looks like we can have some fun with them for a few more days."