I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"So, young friend, you still can't heal Elder Ye's injuries?"

Li Quanyou continued to discuss Ye Wujiang's illness with Xu Yuan.

All that talk and no action, it's all just empty words if you can't control General Ye's troops.

"Who says I can't do it?"

Xu Yuan smiled and said, "It's just that my method is different from yours."

As they were talking, Ding Chen handed a well-preserved booklet to Ye Wujiang. Ye Wujiang nodded and handed it directly to Xu Yuan.

"As the saying goes, all things return to their origin."

"When eating, we should use the original broth to digest the original food. The same applies to treating illness; we need to find the source of the illness."

Xu Yuan opened the booklet and quickly flipped through it, pausing briefly on one or two pages to examine them carefully for a few minutes before nodding slightly.

Ye Wujiang and Li Quanyou exchanged a puzzled glance, neither of them speaking.

After Xu Yuan finished reading the booklet, she slowly raised her head and looked at Ye Wujiang.

"I have found the cause of the illness."

There is indeed a problem with the technique.

"Is there a solution?" Ding Chen asked impatiently.

Ye Wu saw the pain his master was suffering and felt really sorry for him, so he wanted to help his master recover from his injuries as soon as possible.

"There are solutions, of course."

Xu Yuan raised his hand: "Bring me paper and pen."

"Didn't you just say that taking medicine was useless? Why are you prescribing medicine yourself now?" Li Quanyou looked at the male protagonist as if he were an idiot.

"I didn't say I wanted medication."

Ding Chen placed paper and pen in front of Xu Yuan, looking on in bewilderment as Xu Yuan picked up the pen and began to write and draw on the paper.

"Draw a picture of little people?"

Xu Yuan did not respond. With a serious expression, he carefully looked at the paper, and more than half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that several sheets of paper were completely filled with his drawings, Xu Yuan finally put down his pen and stretched his wrists.

"That's fine."

Ding Chen curiously stepped forward, picked up the papers on the table, and flipped through them one by one. After reading them with a puzzled look, he handed them to Ye Wu.

Li Quanyou stared longingly at it, only to see simplified figures and text all over it.

"What are you doing?"

Xu Yuan picked up the hot tea and took a sip: "This is a set of cultivation techniques."

"If Master Ye practices this method three times between six and eight o'clock every morning, his body will be fully recovered in less than thirty days, without needing to take any medicine."

"Are you kidding me?"

Li Quanyou, however, did not believe it and curiously took the paper from Ye Wujiang's hand to read it.

He studied it for a long time but couldn't figure out what was so special about it.

"Did you create this yourself?"

Ye Wujiang was even more curious about the origin of this technique.

He hadn't started practicing yet, but looking at the moves and techniques above, coupled with Xu Yuan's confidence, he believed that this wasn't just empty talk.

I guess so.

Xu Yuan put down his teacup, his expression calm: "However, this technique isn't suitable for everyone. You can give it a try."

"Creating one's own martial arts technique is not something an ordinary person can do."

Ye Wu took the cultivation manual back from Li Quanyou and held it in his arms like a treasure.

"In ancient times, being able to create one's own martial arts techniques would be enough to establish a sect."

You've given it to me like this, I really don't know how to thank you enough.

"How about this, let Ding Chen take you to my collection pavilion. You can take any item you like from there."

Upon hearing this, Ding Chen looked at Elder Ye in disbelief.

Others may not know the significance of Ye Wu's collection, but he knows it all too well.

Normally, even if his fellow disciples wanted to visit the collection pavilion, they needed Ye Wu's approval.

The things inside are for looking at only; you are not allowed to touch them.

Now Ye Wu is actually letting Xu Yuan go in and pick any item to take away.

You should know that the items inside are all treasures, some of which you can't even see in a museum.

Li Quanyou had also heard of Ye Wujiang's collection pavilion, and he had always wanted to find an opportunity to go in and take a look at the items inside, but he never had the chance.

Despite his long-standing friendship with Ye Wujiang, he had never been granted a chance to enter the collection pavilion, yet Ye Wujiang intended to let Xu Yuan go in and pick out an item.

Who exactly is this guy?

"Oh my god, we're going to the collection section?"

Kim Kyung-seok made no attempt to hide his surprise, his mouth agape in astonishment.

He had only heard of the collection pavilion; he wouldn't even consider going in, let alone taking anything from inside.

"Mr. Xu, please follow me." Ding Chen gestured for him to come.

Regardless of the value of the collection, Xu Yuan slowly stood up.

"The Collection Pavilion sounds like it must contain some good stuff. I'll go and broaden my horizons."

It doesn't matter what he has; he's just simply curious.

After passing through the residential area, Ding Chen stopped in front of a quaint three-story building with Xu Yuan.

From the outside, the building looks ordinary and nothing special. If no one told him, he would never know that it was a collection pavilion inside.

Ding Chen walked to the door, pulled a rope on a pillar, and after a moment a bald old man slowly opened the door from the inside.

The bald old man's eagle-like eyes swept over Ding Chen and Xu Yuan, and when he saw Xu Yuan, a strange glint flashed in his calm eyes.

He could see through the person standing in front of him in an instant, but he couldn't see through the wish in front of him.

There are two reasons for this situation. One is that the person is too innocent, just a naive and ignorant child.

Another possibility is that his strength is unfathomable, even surpassing mine, and that he can completely shield me from his ability to see through people's hearts.

Judging from his age, the bald old man thought the former was more likely.

Xu Yuan stood with one hand behind his back, looking at the bald old man with a slight nod. His face was expressionless, but in his heart, he labeled the old man as dangerous.

Unexpectedly, there was a very clever guy hiding here.

"Master Yin, Master Ye instructed me to bring this friend here to choose something. Thank you for your help."

Ding Chen spoke politely, showing him no less respect than Ye Wujiang.

Master Yin stepped aside to clear the doorway, gesturing for the two to enter. Once inside, the door was closed.

"This is Elder Ye's collection pavilion. What you see above are three floors, but there are actually three more floors below."

Ding Chen pointed to the floor: "Upstairs, we mainly store magical artifacts and old items that Elder Ye likes, such as ancient books, ancient texts, and medicinal herbs."

"Or, I can take you on a tour first."

Xu Yuan's gaze swept quickly across the collection pavilion, and he nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for your help, Master Yin."

The bald old man nodded, walked ahead, and slowly began to introduce the situation inside the collection pavilion.

"These are antiques, calligraphy and paintings."

It's best not to touch it with your hands.

Listening to his introduction, Ding Chen also quietly introduced the bald old man to Xu Yuan.

"We all call him Master Yin, we don't know his real name."

Anyway, when we were kids, he was here when we were following our master.

He was a man of few words, only speaking more when asked to introduce the items in the collection.

We all call him the Sweeping Monk behind his back.

"These are the magical artifacts." The bald old man could hear their conversation, but he didn't interrupt. He continued to introduce the items in the collection pavilion.

"If you like valuable items, the antiques over there are the best choice."

These ritual implements are of little use to ordinary people.