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

Huang Yiyi felt the strange looks from her family. She was angry but had nowhere to vent her anger, so she could only glare fiercely at Xu Yuan.

Blame him.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been bitten by the poisonous snake.

The key point is that it bit that spot.

Thinking of this, Huang Yiyi blushed again, and the scene of Xu Yuan lying on her chest flashed through her mind.

Oh no, this is so embarrassing.

Xu Yuan didn't think that much about it. He just thought the woman was too stupid and had only caused him trouble.

Old Qin took the Five Poisons he had brought back from the car and placed them in front of Old Huang, then looked at Xu Yuan.

"You got them all?" Old Huang looked at the Five Poisons, surprised that it went so smoothly.

"With Mr. Xu personally involved, no one dares to touch these things," Old Qin said cryptically, without going into details about the situation, even though there were other people present.

Old Huang nodded, looking at Xu Yuan with a smile: "What's next?"

I told them to make the arrangements and prepare the herbal decoction.

"Have you prepared all the herbs?" Xu Yuan asked, and Huang Er immediately appeared with the herbs.

Xu Yuan stepped forward to check the quality of the herbs, reaching out to touch them and feel their medicinal effects.

It's not a quick fix, but it's usable.

"It's ready to be cooked."

"However, the ordinary boiling method won't work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Yuan took out a pill cauldron from his waist pouch.

"This is?"

The sharp-eyed Elder Huang immediately noticed the extraordinary nature of the alchemy cauldron: "A magic artifact?"

"Did your master give this to you too?"

"No, I got it by chance."

Xu Yuan put down the cauldron in his hand, took out a talisman, and chanted incantations. After a moment, the talisman automatically ignited, and he threw the burning talisman into the cauldron.

The cauldron, originally the size of a bowl, rapidly grew larger, eventually becoming the size of a medicine pot.

Huang Yiyi was stunned.

Previously, when they were catching the Five Poisons in the wild, they thought Xu Yuan was just faking it because she was talking nonsense, and they didn't take it seriously at all.

Seeing a small thing gradually grow bigger in Xu Yuan's hands is truly baffling.

This was the first time that Tokita Raku had ever witnessed something so fantastical. His mouth was slightly agape, and he was too astonished to speak.

"Is this magic or divine power?"

Old Huang and Old Qin, on the other hand, remained calm, seemingly unsurprised by it.

If he doesn't even have this much skill, then Xu Yuan really isn't qualified to treat Huang Laoguai's illness.

"We can begin."

Xu Yuan spoke calmly, and with a light tap of his sword finger, the firewood prepared under the cauldron instantly ignited.

Ordinary herbs are put in first. When the cauldron begins to boil and steam rises, Xu Yuan reaches out and grabs, and the processed poisonous substances fall into the cauldron.

Old Huang watched Xu Yuan's actions with great interest, a smile always playing on his lips.

He vaguely saw the shadow of the green stone from back then, and couldn't help but fall into memories.

This is what inheritance is all about.

Qing Shitou is fortunate to have found its successor.

But what about yourself?

He had many children, but none of them could inherit all of his abilities.

The only one I'm optimistic about is Huang Yiyi, but she's a girl after all, and her temper is a bit too unruly.

"It needs to be simmered for nine hours."

Xu Yuan offered a reminder, then stretched as he watched the steam rising from the cauldron.

"How about we eat something first?"

Upon hearing this, Old Huang was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

They were so engrossed in making wishes that they completely forgot they hadn't eaten yet.

"Huang Er, hurry up and prepare some food."

Old Huang gave a suggestion, gesturing for Xu Yuan to sit next to him.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he liked him more and more.

"Can these things really heal my internal injuries?"

"It's pretty close to the truth."

He hoped to respond calmly, but he didn't know what the old man was thinking.

He seems quite at ease facing death.

But when asked if he could cure his internal injuries, he asked again and again, as if he was very worried that his injuries would not heal.

"Actually, the old man isn't afraid of death."

Old Huang seemed to sense Xu Yuan's doubts: "I'm just afraid that if I die too soon, there are some things I haven't arranged yet."

"Did your master ever tell you about the Three Mountains, Five Peaks, and Four Drops of Water?"

Xu Yuan shook his head; it was the first time he had ever heard this claim.

"The three mountains are Maple Leaf Mountain, Night Mountain, and Elephant Mountain."

The Five Sacred Mountains are: Mount Tai, Mount Xixiang, Mount Nanhui, Mount Beihen, and Mount Longzhong.

The four water radicals include the Red River, the Bai River, Sai Lake, and finally the Huangpu River.

"Do you know what these twelve places represent?" Old Huang pressed.

Xu Yuan didn't know why he was telling her these things, but she still shook her head with interest.

"These twelve places are actually the twelve dragon veins and locations of fortune in China."

It is also the place that protects China from all directions.

All of them were intended to suppress.

"As for what was suppressed, you'll find out later; now is not the time for you to know."

"The mission of the Huang family is to protect the Huangpu River."

Old Huang glanced at Xu Yuan as he spoke: "I suppose you've already guessed it, your master has a mission to fulfill by not leaving Mount Tai."

"In recent years, some people have been making moves, and various forces have been making many moves in various places, all for these twelve places."

They broke the dragon vein, unsealed the seal, and disrupted the peace that generations had painstakingly maintained.

"You mean people from the Chrysanthemum Country?" Xu Yuan asked curiously.

"They're there, but not just them."

Old Huang gazed at the sky, his eyes deep: "The Eight-Nation Alliance of 1900, they still want to make a comeback."

"They have almost exhausted the things and fortune they plundered from China back then."

Therefore, they tried every possible means to make history repeat itself.

"The actions of Chrysanthemum Country are just the beginning; a greater crisis is yet to come."

Old Huang patted Xu Yuan on the shoulder: "Now it's up to young people like you to take charge."

All we can do is take a group of their top fighters with us before we leave.

Xu Yuan frowned slightly, a rare sense of danger creeping in; he was worried about his master.

When his master was so resolute in sending him down the mountain, did his master already know something?

As he pondered, the crackling sound of firewood beneath the cauldron rang out. Xu Yuan looked up, stood up, walked to the cauldron, pointed his sword to the sky, and forcefully drew in the surrounding spiritual energy, pouring it all into the cauldron. The fire roared up.

Back in his seat, Old Huang stopped there and didn't continue, then pulled Xu Yuan to eat with him.

Xu Yuan had lost his appetite; now he wanted to make a phone call to the mountain.

At Pucheng Railway Station, three men with buzz cuts, carrying large bags, and standing tall walked out of the station. They immediately felt the spiritual energy around them being drained away, and all three frowned at the same time.

"Is someone extracting spiritual energy?"

The leading man felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him.

"Are there any experts cultivating here?"

"Captain, the situation in Pucheng is complicated right now. Let's go see Elder Huang first and then discuss it further," someone whispered to the leader. The leader nodded, and the three disappeared into the crowd.

As night fell, the flames beneath the cauldron gradually died down.

Xu Yuan glanced at the time: "It's ready."

The cauldron was opened, and a rich aroma of herbs filled the surrounding area.

"It's not broth, it's a medicinal pill?"

Old Qin looked at the nine dark pills inside with a face full of joy.

"If all nine pills are taken at once, Elder Huang will be fully recovered."

When Xu Yuan said this, Shi Tianle and the others around him were skeptical.

Is it really that amazing?