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

The Rolls-Royce glided like a silver shadow through the streets of Jiangcheng, the shadows of the plane trees outside the window flashing past.

Ye Xunhuan sat lazily on the leather seat in the back, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, his long legs casually crossed.

His fingers groped through the fabric of his pocket for the sandalwood box inside, his narrow eyes flashing with a cold light.

Ye Zhong, who was in the front passenger seat, glanced at him several times through the rearview mirror.

Seeing that he still acted nonchalantly and didn't take it seriously, she was itching with anxiety, but dared not urge him.

"Feed? I mean, Old Ye?"

Ye Xunhuan suddenly spoke, twirling a lollipop stick in his mouth, "The old patriarch has been looking for me for twenty years?"

"Is it really necessary?"

"I'm not some precious gem with gold trim, why would someone worry about me for most of their life—?"

"Young master is joking."

Ye Zhong quickly turned around, bending very low.

"You are the only direct grandson of our Ye family. The old man's greatest wish in this life is to see you again."

"When the lady had that accident, the old man's hair turned white overnight."

"We searched almost the entire country of China to find you."

"Until his death last year, he was still clutching this half of the jade pendant in his hand, calling out your nickname."

"A nickname?" Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow. "My master, that old geezer, never told me I have a nickname. He just calls me 'brat'."

"Hey? That old bastard from the Ye family, he's been looking for me so hard, is it because he's after the half of the dragon-shaped jade pendant around my neck? Is he thinking of eliminating me completely?"

"Young Master, you wouldn't dare say that!" Ye Zhong's old face twitched, his mouth opened, but he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

"Young master, the events of that year are a long story, and this old servant dares not speak of them."

Ye Xunhuan only mentioned it casually and didn't ask any further questions.

Finally, he took out the sandalwood box, tapped the edge of it with his fingertips, and heard a soft clinking sound inside. With a soft click, the lid popped open, and a faint sandalwood scent mixed with the smell of old paper and ink wafted out.

There were three items in the box.

At the very top is half a piece of warm, smooth mutton-fat jade, carved with half a coiled dragon, the patterns so delicate they seem to fly out of the jade.

Ye Xunhuan's narrow eyes flickered, and he reached out and pulled a red string from around his neck, from which hung the other half of the dragon-patterned jade pendant.

He wore it since he was a child. His master said that when he was found, the jade pendant was hanging around his neck. It was a keepsake left by his mother.

The two halves of the jade pendant were put together with a "click" and fit perfectly, instantly revealing a faint, soft light illuminating the complete dragon-shaped pattern.

Ye Xunhuan's fingertips caressed the jade surface, and he inexplicably felt a cool, restless energy emanating from the jade pendant.

He paused for a few seconds with the lollipop in his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Underneath the jade pendant was a yellowed letter, the edges of which were worn and frayed.

It looks like it has been handled repeatedly for many years.

At the very bottom was a palm-sized black token, made of neither gold nor iron, with strange and ancient patterns engraved on the front. The patterns were so deep that they looked as if they had bled, and they felt icy cold to the touch, exuding an evil aura even through the fingertips.

"What is this thing? It's dark and looks really unlucky."

Ye Xunhuan pinched the token between two fingers, lifted it up, and weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy.

Ye Zhong looked at the token, his face turning slightly pale, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, this is the Xuan Tie Token of the Ghost Council."

"It was torn from the murderer's body when the lady had her accident."

"The Ghost Council?" Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, turning the token over and over to examine it twice, and casually remarked:

"It sounds like some kind of knock-off assassin organization. That's a pretty cringeworthy name."

"It's not a knock-off," Ye Zhong said with a wry smile.

"It is a dark force that has been entrenched overseas for hundreds of years, employing countless top assassins and operatives, and is involved in smuggling, assassination, underground transactions, and committing all kinds of evil deeds."

"Twenty years ago, they set their sights on the Ye family's ancestral 'Medicine King Scripture,' which is why they killed Madam."

Ye Xunhuan paused for a moment, his fingers holding the letter.

He had heard his master mention the Medicine King Scripture once, saying it was an ancient medical classic that could revive the dead and heal the wounded. His current superb medical skills were based on practicing from the fragments of the scripture.

He always thought it was his master's own, but it turns out it was a family heirloom from his mother's family.

"The letter was written by Madam herself; you'll see for yourself when you read it," Ye Zhong said, lowering his voice further.

"Back then, when the lady sensed that the Ghost Council was about to make a move, she wrote this letter in advance and hid it along with half of the jade pendant and the token."

"When the old man found her, the madam... had already disappeared."

Ye Xunhuan didn't speak, but unfolded the letter.

Her handwriting was elegant and powerful, with a tenacious spirit between the lines, unlike the handwriting of an ordinary young lady.

It was written very clearly in the letter:

The Medicine King Classic is divided into two volumes. The first volume records medical techniques, prescriptions, and mysterious acupuncture methods, while the second volume records ancient martial arts formations and lost ancient methods of circulating qi.

The Lady's family has passed down only the first volume for generations, while the secret of the second volume is hidden in the dragon-patterned jade pendant. Only when the two jades are combined can the clues be revealed.

The Ghost Council had been plotting for years to seize the complete scripture...

My death is nothing to regret; my only wish is for my son to grow up safely, free from hatred, and to have a smooth life.

If one day you see this letter.

Remember, the Ghost Council wields immense power; do not act impulsively.

But this dragon-shaped jade pendant must never fall into the hands of evil people.

The signature is a gentle name: "Yao Ning Shuang".

Ye Xunhuan folded the letter and put it back in the box.

The carriage was quiet for a few seconds.

Ye Zhong watched him nervously, fearing that this young master, who had grown up in the mountains, would either have an emotional breakdown or want to go abroad to seek revenge after hearing about his background.

The next second, Ye Xunhuan twirled the lollipop in his mouth, and said in a light, airy tone:

"So I'm actually from a wealthy family? This script is pretty melodramatic!"

"My master, that old hag, is really tight-lipped. She hasn't mentioned a single word to me in twenty years. All she does is make me gather herbs, practice acupuncture, and memorize medical books. So, all she's practicing are my family's ancestral skills?"

Ye Zhong was taken aback, not expecting this reaction.

"Young Master...you...you're not angry?"

"Why are you angry?"

"What's the use of being angry? Will I be able to find my mother if I'm angry? Will she come back to life?"

Ye Xunhuan pursed his lips and stuffed the jade pendant, which had been put together, into his neck.

"I will definitely take revenge, but there's no rush."

"Anyway, they've already lived twenty years longer. Whether they live a few more days or a few less, it's up to me."

He spoke casually, but the lollipop in his mouth was being chewed with a loud crunch.

Ye Zhong felt a chill run down his spine.

This young master may seem carefree and irresponsible, but his ruthlessness and composure in the face of adversity are exactly like the old man's back then.

"And another thing," Ye Xunhuan picked up the black iron token again, tapped his chin, and let his imagination run wild.

"You know, this thing is so hard, could we grind it down and use it as a lollipop stick?"

"Plastic is fragile. Last time I was fighting with someone, it broke with just a little force."

"This black iron is wonderful; it can be used to suck up candy and also to stab people—it's a two-in-one thing."

Ye Zhong almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is the Black Iron Token of the Ghost Council!

Symbolizing the high-ranking status of the Ghost Council, countless people around the world would fight tooth and nail for a piece of it, so why did you suddenly have the idea to grind it into a lollipop stick?

"Young Master, you mustn't do that!" Ye Zhong hurriedly waved his hand.

"These tokens are only for key figures in the parliamentary group, and there are only a few of them."

"Keep it; it might come in handy later if we can infiltrate the Ghost Council!"