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

"Oh," Ye Xunhuan replied listlessly, casually stuffing it into his pocket as if it were a stone picked up from the roadside, not giving it any thought at all.

"Alright, let's keep them for now. If we really don't need them, we can grind them into lollipop sticks."

Ye Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly steered the conversation back on track:

"Young Master, there is one more thing you need to prepare for."

"According to my investigation, the Lu and Zhou families in this provincial capital have connections with foreign organizations and are likely peripheral henchmen of the Ghost Parliament, helping them launder money, gather information, and remove obstacles."

"This time, you wiped out the Lu family and Zhou Hu's gang in one day, which is equivalent to cutting off one of the council's arms in the provincial capital."

"Their people will find you soon, and it won't be long before they send their top assassins to Jiangcheng."

"Firstly, we want to steal the Medicine King's Scripture from you; secondly, we want to take you back and interrogate you to uncover the remaining secrets of your mother's family."

He thought that after saying this, Ye Xunhuan would become more serious.

The person yawned, leaned back in their seat, and said lazily, "Come on then, I've got nothing better to do."

"Jiangcheng is too small a place, there aren't many good fighters, my hands are almost rusty."

"Use your connections, pass on a message through your relationships if you can." Ye Xunhuan turned his head, a smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"It's fine if they come after me, but if they dare touch my wife and the Su family, I'll wipe out their entire Ghost Council from top to bottom."

A seemingly casual remark, yet it carried the weight of a thousand pounds of killing intent.

The temperature inside the carriage seemed to drop several degrees.

Ye Zhong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed his head, replying, "Yes! This old servant understands!"

After Ye Xunhuan finished speaking, he suppressed his chill and returned to his usual carefree and nonchalant self.

It was as if the person who had just been so full of killing intent wasn't him, but someone else entirely.

Suddenly remembering something, he pulled out his phone and started fiddling with it, muttering to himself while frowning:

"Speaking of which, I need to send a message to my senior sister and ask her if she knows about this damn organization, the Ghost Council."

"Huh? What's wrong with this crappy phone?"

"Information interface? Why can't I find it again? What a crappy phone! It's not even as good as the carrier pigeons my master raises; at least they know where to fly."

He tapped the screen repeatedly, looking utterly annoyed.

The driver in front twitched his lips but didn't dare to say anything.

Ye Zhong was both amused and exasperated.

Who is Ling Zhanshen?

A pillar of the nation who commands a million soldiers, it's difficult for others to even meet him, but you only come here to gossip about him?

If even the Mate 60 is considered a broken phone, then there are no good phones on the market.

"Young Master, how about... I assign you a secretary to accompany you and teach you how to use a mobile phone?"

"Okay," Ye Xunhuan tossed his phone aside. "It'd be best to find someone with good eyesight!"

"Me? My eyesight is too good; I have trouble reading small print."

Ye Xunhuan has such sharp eyes that he can see an ant's leg even from hundreds of meters away.

But if you get too close to read the small print on your phone, you're more likely to feel dizzy.

The master said this was a side effect of his practice reaching its peak, commonly known as "golden eyes".

He himself didn't think it was a big deal; at worst, he would just ignore the small print.

The car turned a corner, and Ye Xunhuan glanced out the window. The shops on both sides of the street looked familiar, but he had no recollection of where they were.

He secretly rejoiced, thankful that he hadn't been stubborn and left on his own.

With his terrible sense of direction, even if you give him a map, he'll still go in the wrong direction. If he really had to walk back to the hospital, he might not even get there by midnight.

"By the way, young master," Ye Zhong said carefully.

"Over there, several uncles from the collateral branches of the Ye family have been making a lot of moves lately; they're all eyeing the position of family head."

"Would you... like to take some time to go back to the capital?"

"No matter what, you are the eldest grandson of the Ye family. The family property and status should rightfully belong to you."

"Not interested." Ye Xunhuan refused without even thinking.

"What's the point of fighting over inheritance? It's a waste of brainpower and time."

"I'm doing quite well in Jiangcheng. I have Qingyuan with me, plenty of food and drink, and I can beat up some thugs whenever I want. Life is very comfortable."

"The Ye family's assets are yours to take, I don't care about them."

He paused, his tone becoming slightly calmer, "But I will avenge my mother myself."

"I will get back what the Ye family owes her. But that has nothing to do with whether or not she goes home."

He grew up in the mountains, where his master doted on him and his senior sisters spoiled him; he was used to being free and unrestrained.

What are the advantages of being a grandson of a wealthy family or having a net worth of hundreds of millions? In his eyes, they are not as valuable as Su Qingyuan's smile or a strawberry lollipop.

Ye Zhong sighed, and didn't try to persuade him.

He knew that this young master seemed easy to talk to, but in reality, he was very stubborn and once he made up his mind, nothing could change it. Anyway, it was good that the person had been found; things would take time, and he would return someday.

The car was getting closer and closer to the hospital, and the hospital's inpatient building was already in sight.

Ye Xunhuan tucked the sandalwood box into his pocket, pondering how to comfort Su Qingyuan when he saw her so she wouldn't worry, when his phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from the nurse he had arranged to take care of Grandpa Su at the hospital.

"Feed?" Ye Xunhuan answered the phone, mumbling with a candy in his mouth, "Is that old man failing again? Wait a few minutes, I'll be right there."

"No, no, Mr. Ye!" The nurse on the other end of the phone sounded anxious and flustered, with a hint of helplessness.

"Please come back quickly! An elderly gentleman with white hair and beard, dressed in a gray long gown, suddenly came to the department. He said he wanted to see you!"

"Looking for me?" Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow. "Who is it?"

"He said... he said his name was Yao Chen, and he was a former subordinate of your mother, Yao Ningshuang!"

The nurse's voice rose a few decibels, tinged with disbelief and excitement, "He also said! He knows what kind of poison is lurking in Old Master Su's body, and he has a way to completely cure the mixed toxins in his body!"

"Buzz—"

Ye Xunhuan's mind jolted slightly.

His fingers, which were holding the phone, paused, and he even forgot to slurp the lollipop in his mouth.

Mother's former subordinates?

Can it cure the old man's poison?

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on the hospital building that was getting closer and closer outside the window, his fingertips gently caressing the warm dragon-patterned jade pendant inside his collar.

After a long pause, a meaningful smile slowly appeared on his lips.

interesting.

No sooner had I learned about my origins than my mother's former subordinates came knocking on my door.

The members of the Ghost Council haven't arrived yet, but one of their own has already shown up.

He wanted to see just who this suddenly appearing old medicine master was.

I also want to see if the strange poison that has plagued Grandpa Su for so many years can really be cured.

The car screeched to a halt downstairs in front of the inpatient building.

Ye Xunhuan pushed open the car door, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, and strode inside. The wind ruffled the hem of his clothes, giving him an air of nonchalance, yet his eyes held a rare seriousness.

The waters of Jiangcheng seem to be getting increasingly murky.

But it doesn't matter, the stronger the wind, the more fish there will be.