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

After Yao Chen unleashed his "Flying Star Crossing" technique, his three disciples stood there dumbfounded, mouths agape and eyes wide.

Their master used the Medicine King Valley's unique needle manipulation technique, which uses qi to control needles, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. It can bring the dead back to life, heal flesh and bones, or take a life in one move.

The ward was small, but the old man moved with incredible speed; the force of the needles he drew made the water glass on the bedside table sway.

But Ye Xunhuan was faster than him.

With a candy stick in his mouth, he spat it out with a "whoosh," and his footwork was equally impressive, shifting left and right.

The old man's "Flying Crossing" technique seemed to have blocked all of Ye Xunhuan's escape routes, but it was cleverly neutralized by Ye Xunhuan's lollipop stick and his dodging movements.

Ye Xunhuan dodged while making sarcastic remarks, his tone incredibly irritating:

"Hey, hey, slow down! You're making me eat my lollipop, can you afford to pay for it?"

"This one's strawberry flavored, the last one in the supermarket downstairs, a limited edition, you know?"

"Your 'Flying Star Crossing' technique isn't working well. Why are your wrists shaking? Did you forget to drink soy milk this morning?"

"Is the teaching quality at Medicine King Valley really that bad now?"

"You can't even master basic martial arts, and you're already taking on apprentices?"

"The third shot was off, an inch to the left! With this accuracy, I can't even throw a candy stick accurately."

The old man grew increasingly alarmed as he fought, sweat beading on his forehead.

Every move he made was a "secret" technique from Medicine King Valley, yet this young man not only recognized it at a glance but could also point out his flaws at will, as if he had personally written the technique.

What's even more terrifying is that the other person kept his left hand in his pocket the whole time, while his right hand was always holding the three silver needles he had just fired.

He didn't even get a proper chance to retaliate; he neutralized all of his attacks simply by moving around.

This is no young man in his early twenties; he is clearly a deeply hidden old monster!

"You brat, take another one of my moves!"

The old man gritted his teeth, took a sudden half-step back, and simultaneously flung out twelve silver needles with both hands. The needles formed a silver line in the air, whistling through the air with a whooshing sound, "Thousand Threads Fall!"

This is the advanced killing move of Medicine King Valley. Twelve silver needles seal off all evasive angles, making it impossible to avoid. Countless masters fell victim to this move back then.

Su Qingyuan's heart was in her throat, her fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly until her knuckles turned white.

The three apprentices also showed expressions of confidence.

Once "Thousand Threads Fall" is unleashed, even if this kid had nine lives, he couldn't escape it!

Just then, Ye Xunhuan finally moved.

He slowly pulled his right hand out of his pocket, the three silver needles he had just caught still between his fingertips, and flicked his wrist lightly.

"call out--"

The three silver needles, arriving later but arriving first, struck the exact center of the twelve silver needles with unparalleled precision.

"Ding ding ding ding ding—"

A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out, and the twelve silver needles instantly veered off course, falling to the floor with a clatter, not one of them remaining.

At the same time, Ye Xunhuan's figure flickered, appearing in front of the old man as if by teleportation, the plastic candy stick in his hand firmly pressed against the old man's throat.

The cold touch against his skin made the old man freeze, completely unable to move.

The ward was deathly silent.

The three apprentices stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, as if they had seen a ghost.

Their master's proud "Thousand Threads Fall" technique was broken by just three silver needles? And they even had a lollipop stick pressed against their throats?

This is absolutely outrageous!

"I said old man?" Ye Xunhuan crunched his lollipop.

"We've fought, we've made a scene, can't we sit down and talk this out now? If you hit me again, this candy stick..."

"It can be used as a toothpick, or it can be used as a weapon."

An ordinary plastic candy stick is more frightening than a divine weapon in the eyes of an old man.

He could sense the faint killing intent emanating from the other person; if he dared to move, that candy stick could pierce his throat.

The old man stared at him for a long time, then suddenly sighed and took a step back.

Immediately afterwards, with a "thump," he knelt down firmly on one knee!

"Yao Chen, steward of Medicine King Valley, greets Young Master!"

The old man's voice was loud and clear, filled with excitement that had been suppressed for twenty years. His three apprentices behind him reacted as well, and immediately knelt down with a "thump, thump":

"Greetings...Greetings, Young Master!"

The ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Su Qingyuan was stunned. She blinked her big, watery eyes, looked at Ye Xunhuan, and then at the four people kneeling on the ground. Her mind was completely blank.

Little Lord?

How come there's another young master identity out there?

Isn't her husband just a self-taught TCM doctor who came down from the mountains, loves lollipops, has no sense of direction, and can't even use a cell phone? How did he suddenly become the young master of some Medicine King Valley?

The nurse's mouth dropped open, her jaw almost hitting her feet. She felt she had seen more today than in the past ten years combined.

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, took the candy stick out of his mouth, and waved it: "What young master?"

"I'm also the young owner of a convenience store."

"Old man, you've mistaken me for someone else. My surname is Ye, not Yao."

"Young Master, there's no way I could have made a mistake!" Yao Chen raised his head, his eyes red.

"The dragon-patterned jade pendant around your neck is a priceless heirloom passed down through generations of the matriarch; it's the only one of its kind in the world!"

"The 'Flick of the Finger Star' technique you just used is a top-tier acupuncture technique passed down directly from the Medicine King Valley. No one but the Valley Master's lineage can learn it!"

He took out a bronze token from his pocket, held it above his head with both hands. The token was engraved with a lifelike nine-leaf lingzhi mushroom, with ancient and profound patterns.

"This is the steward's order of Medicine King Valley. It was handed to this old servant by the mistress herself, who ordered me to lie low and wait for the birth of the young master."

"This old servant has waited twenty long years, and finally, I've been waiting for you!"

Ye Xunhuan's gaze fell on the token, and his fingertips rubbed against the jade pendant at his collar.

The design of this token is exactly the same as the mark on the ancient painting in his master's study.

It seems the old man wasn't lying; he really is one of his old subordinates.

"Get up." He toned down his nonchalant attitude, his tone becoming more subdued. "What else did my mother... leave behind?"

Yao Chen stood up, his expression instantly turning serious: "Back then, the Mistress was betrayed by treacherous people, and Medicine King Valley was ambushed by Youge, resulting in countless deaths and injuries on both sides..."

"From then on, the master and mistress disappeared, and the remaining members of the secluded pavilion retreated overseas..."

"That is, the overseas version of the Ghost Council."

Hearing this, Ye Xunhuan finally understood why the members of the Ghost Pavilion were so weak, while the Ghost Council overseas was becoming stronger and stronger!

Yao Chen sighed deeply, then began to speak slowly.

"Before she disappeared, the mistress instructed this old servant to find the young master at all costs, to assist him in revitalizing Medicine King Valley, annihilating the Nether Pavilion, and avenging the hundreds of lives lost in the valley!"

"The Ghost Pavilion? The Ghost Council?" Ye Xunhuan scoffed, his face full of disdain.

"It's one thing to have a cringeworthy name, but to make it sound like a multinational pyramid scheme is another."

"Young Master, you must not underestimate our enemy!" Yao Chen urged. "The Nether Pavilion's influence is spread across the globe, employing countless top assassins and poison masters. Back then, Medicine King Valley was defeated by their inside help..."

"Alright, I got it." Ye Xunhuan waved his hand, not taking it to heart.

"Let them come if they want; I'm just itching to get my hands dirty."

"By the way, you said you could cure the poison on this old man in bed? What exactly is this poison? I've investigated it several times but still haven't figured it out."

Yao Chen's face darkened when the topic of Old Master Su's poison was mentioned.

"Old Master Su was poisoned by the Nine Netherworld Poison, a unique secret poison of the Netherworld Pavilion. It is a mixture of nine rare poisons that interact and counteract each other. Ordinary medical techniques cannot detect it. It will only slowly erode the internal organs and eventually lead to death."

The mistress was targeted by Youge because she was secretly researching an antidote for this poison, and ultimately met a tragic end.

"Oh?" Ye Xunhuan finally showed some interest. "Then do you have the antidote?"

"This old servant has half of the unfinished antidote left by the mistress, but is still missing two rare main ingredients."

Yao Chen said, "However, this old servant can first use the Nine-Turn Silver Needles from Medicine King Valley to suppress the poison, and then use the Marrow Cleansing Technique to regulate the meridians, stabilize the old master's body first, and then we can completely cure him once we find the medicinal materials."

Upon hearing that it could be completely cured, Su Qingyuan's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly stepped forward.

"Sir, are you telling the truth? My grandfather can really get better?"

"Miss Su, rest assured." Yao Chen bowed respectfully. "With the young master's direct medical skills and my assistance, curing the Nine Netherworld Poison is not difficult."

Ye Xunhuan winked at Su Qingyuan and reached out to ruffle her hair:

"Did you hear that? With me here, even the King of Hell can't take that old man away from us."

"Once that old man gets better, we'll make him give us a big red envelope."

Su Qingyuan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she softly hummed in agreement, finally feeling relieved after days of worry.

Yao Chen watched the interaction between the two and felt secretly gratified.

The mistress once said that although the young master seemed carefree and irresponsible, he was actually loyal and righteous, and that he would definitely meet someone he loved and protect for life. Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

He was about to elaborate on Youge's recent activities when his nose twitched, and his expression changed drastically:

"Oh no! It's the Bewitching Smoke from the Hidden Pavilion!"

Ye Xunhuan also sensed that something was wrong.

A very faint sweet fragrance wafted in the air, almost imperceptible, mixed with the smell of disinfectant. If he hadn't tasted all kinds of herbs since childhood and had a sense of smell far beyond that of ordinary people, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

He suddenly looked up at the ventilation vent in the corner of the wall, where a wisp of pale purple smoke was drifting out and silently filling the ward.

"Qing Yuan!"

Ye Xunhuan's expression changed. He was about to reach out to pull Su Qingyuan when he heard her groan, her body went limp, and she fell directly to the ground.

At the same time, several faint whooshing sounds came from outside the window, clearly indicating that assassins had been lying in ambush.

Ye Xunhuan reached out and steadily caught the limp Su Qingyuan. He quickly placed his fingertips on her pulse and felt that she was only unconscious from the sleeping gas and not in any danger to her life. He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But the next second, the warmth in his eyes completely vanished.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from him. "Very good."

"Since you're here, don't leave."