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

"Wish, come out here."

The sudden shouts echoed through the mountains and forests.

"Wish, I know you're nearby. If you're so capable, come out and meet me."

Xu Yuan, Qingzhen, and the others, who were gnawing on rabbit legs in the cave, turned to look outside.

"It sounds like someone is calling my name."

Kiyomoto, who had been observing the situation outside the cave, rushed in.

"It's logs. They're looking for Brother Xuyuan at the foot of the mountain."

"What I feared most has come to pass."

Qingxuan swallowed the meat in his mouth and looked at Xuyuan with concern: "They might be about to take action."

"I don't think so."

Xu Yuan stood up and wiped her mouth: "They're here to see me. I'll go out and check. You guys stay here and wait."

"I'll go with you." Qingxuan stood up and followed Xuyuan. "Just in case they try anything funny, we'll have someone to look after us."

Xu Yuan glanced at him and nodded: "Then let's go take a look together."

After exiting the cave and confirming that Qingzhen and the others' location would not be revealed, Xu Yuan spoke to the logs below.

"What do you want with me?"

"If you want milk, go home and find your mother. I don't have any milk to feed you."

Xu Yuan stood on the rock with his hands on his hips, looking down at the logs walking below. They saw Xu Yuan warily raise his gun and aim it at the approaching figure.

"lay down."

Yuanmu waved his hand, signaling his men to put away their guns.

He bowed respectfully to Xu Yuan and said, "Mr. Xu Yuan, I apologize for my previous rudeness and ask for your forgiveness."

"A weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it's up to no good," Qingxuan sneered.

"Hey, you can't say that."

Xu Yuan disagreed with his point of view: "I am not a chicken, and they are not even worthy of being called weasels, at most they are dung beetles."

Qingxuan paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

Even at a time like this, Xu Yuan was still in the mood to joke, which made Qingxuan admire his attitude.

"Oh my, isn't this Master Songyang?"

Xu Yuan immediately recognized Song Yang, who was standing next to Yuan Mu: "We meet again."

"What? You're not with the Song family anymore? You've changed masters again?"

"I don't want to say much, but I still want to remind you that your taste is terrible."

They choose a powerful patron, not a person.

Have you forgotten what I told you?

With a grim expression, Song Yang cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Xu Yuan: "I was kidnapped by them, so of course I remember what you said."

"They pointed a gun at my head; I was forced into it."

"To live like a dog for beasts, I'd rather die," Qingxuan cursed without any attempt to hide his anger.

They had naturally heard of Songyang's reputation. Some of the people from the same Taoist temple wanted to make a fortune through their own means once they entered the world, and had long forgotten their original intentions.

Some live deep in the mountains, eating simple meals and focusing on spiritual cultivation.

Two paths, two different lives.

The same principle can be understood differently by different individuals.

Songyang lowered his head in shame, speechless.

Before meeting Xu Yuan, he would not have made any concessions in the face of the election.

Having been defeated by Xu Yuan before, he dared not continue to be arrogant in front of Xu Yuan now.

"What do you want with me?" Xu Yuan went straight to the point, too lazy to waste words with them.

Yuanmu tilted his chin up and met Xuyuan's gaze, showing no sign of backing down.

"We've heard that Mr. Xu Yuan is also a doctor. We have a patient here, and we'd like to ask Mr. Xu for help."

"Hey, you guys are really shameless."

Before Xu Yuan could speak, Qingxuan couldn't hold back any longer.

Do you know what you're saying?

Previously, you even wanted to kill Senior Brother Xu and wipe us all out in the ancient tomb.

Now you want us to treat your illness? Have you no shame?

"You people really change your minds faster than turning the pages of a book."

Does that mean we should pretend nothing happened?

"Isn't that hilarious?"

Upon hearing this, Yuanmu showed no remorse whatsoever, appearing completely self-righteous.

"A doctor's heart is benevolent."

I think Mr. Xu understands this principle best.

"Back in the time of the Ancient Tomb, we were rivals, I admit that."

After all, they were each serving their own master, and if they didn't achieve their goals, they would inevitably resort to any means necessary.

"Similarly, you all came out alive, just like everyone else."

On the contrary, we had a lot of people die inside, so we're even, I guess.

"We're even? Are you out of your mind?"

Qingxuan angrily rebuked, "This is our country, our land, the burial grounds of our ancestors. You trespassed, destroyed the tombs, and tried to steal things. How will you settle this?"

"I think you must have had a mishap on your way here, right?"

"I'll come to your country, sleep with your wife, have her serve me at night, make your son call me 'Dad,' then slap you, and come back to you saying we're even. Are you willing?"

Yuanmu's face turned pale and then red as he stood below, trying his best to suppress his anger.

He had never been so humiliated.

But in order to save Moriji's life, he had no choice but to endure it.

"If Mr. Xu really needs this to vent his anger, I, Yuanmu, can agree to Mr. Xu's request, as long as Mr. Xu can help with the treatment."

"you…"

When Qingxuan was about to speak, Xu Yuan reached out and stopped him.

"You really are good at enduring things, no wonder you're from the Chrysanthemum Country."

Xu Yuan stood with one hand behind his back, his eyes calm: "On the surface, you've been enduring everything for your own purposes, but once you turn your back on me, you probably want to tear me to pieces, don't you?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"The fact that you personally invited me suggests that Mori is ill, or rather, quite seriously ill."

"Mr. Xu is incredibly insightful," Yuan Mu complimented.

"Okay, I can agree to treat his illness."

"What? Senior Brother Xu, you..."

Qingxuan stood there stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"He's Moriji from the Chrysanthemum Country! Everyone's hoping he dies. How can you possibly go and treat him?"

He felt that making a wish was insane.

Song Yang, watching from below, hadn't expected Xu Yuan to agree so readily. He cautiously glanced at Xu Yuan, wondering to himself, "Is he really that kind?"

The log bowed repeatedly, its head almost touching the soles of its feet.

He was prepared for Xu Yuan to impose harsh conditions, but Xu Yuan didn't say anything and simply agreed.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu. Thank you, Mr. Xu."

"Don't thank me yet." Xu Yuan raised her hand slightly: "I promised to treat Sen Er, but I can't guarantee that I can cure him."

"Besides, I went to treat him, didn't you show any appreciation?"

"Of course, Mr. Xu, please feel free to name your conditions."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Xu Yuan's expression turned cold, and he said in a serious tone, "Tell your people to withdraw immediately and not to try to take any more ideas about the dragon vein and the ancient tomb."

Yuanmu had already thought of this and readily agreed.

He had discussed it with Moriji before he came. He would agree to any condition as long as Xu Yuan could treat his illness.

This condition was something they had anticipated.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. Once they recover, they can make a comeback.

"I won't enter your camp. Send someone to carry Moriji up the mountain, and I'll treat him alone."

Xu Yuan pointed towards the ridge, and Yuan Mu looked in the direction he was pointing, then gasped.

That was the key point where they planned to sever the dragon vein, and also the core of the formation he had set up.