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

Yanjing City.

The sun was scorching the asphalt road, and as the silver-roofed black Maybach made its ninth turn in the gray-brick alley, Su Qingyuan, the passenger, could no longer bear it.

She turned her head to look at Ye Xunhuan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, a lollipop in his mouth, frowning as he studied the route map.

"Ye Xunhuan? We've already gone around the thirteenth lap."

"Are you planning to take me on a few more laps?!"

Ye Xunhuan crunched half of the strawberry lollipop in his mouth, glanced down at the crooked route map he had drawn in his hand, then looked up at the identical alleys on both sides, his face full of self-righteousness.

"What do you mean by 'going around in circles'? This is called tactical reconnaissance! It's about figuring out the alleyways in this area, you wouldn't understand..."

Su Qingyuan subconsciously pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.

Resentment arises:

Have you even figured out the alleyways in this area?

You have to touch it too, right?

If you walk around a hutong thirteen times, is that what it means to know the area well?

You don't even like being told you have no sense of direction!

Then she heard Ye Xunhuan muttering to himself:

"Under the emperor's nose, these people are so unethical. They don't even put up a proper sign; all the walls are just drab gray. Can you blame me?"

Su Qingyuan sighed and rubbed her forehead.

Before setting off, Shen Monong drew a route map by hand, marking even which alley entrance had a candied hawthorn vendor, almost as if she had numbered every brick.

Even so, he can take two and a half hours to get around.

He had already finished his thirteenth lollipop, and hadn't even figured out which way the door of the Ye family's old house faced.

"How about... we turn on navigation?" Su Qingyuan asked tentatively.

"Why are you using navigation?!" Ye Xunhuan immediately snapped, slamming the route map onto the center console.

"Me, the dignified young master of Medicine King Valley and the eldest son of the Ye family, needing navigation just to go home, stroll around, or do something? If word gets out, where will that leave my reputation as the eldest son of the Ye family?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he stepped on the gas, and the car sped off, weaving and twisting before suddenly braking, its front end facing a grand vermilion mansion.

Two life-sized stone lions squatted at the entrance, and the gilded characters "Ye Mansion" on the lintel shone brightly in the sun, exuding an imposing aura.

"Look!" Ye Xunhuan raised his eyebrows smugly, pointed at the door while chewing on a candy stick.

"I told you we could find it! This is called 'hiding in plain sight,' strategically getting lost, you know?"

Su Qingyuan was too lazy to expose the fact that he had almost run into the wall earlier, so she pushed open the car door and got out.

As soon as they got to their feet, they saw a large group of twenty or thirty people standing at the entrance of the mansion, all dressed smartly and with unfriendly expressions.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was wearing a dark blue brocade Tang suit, had a small mustache, and stared intently at them with a sinister look in his eyes.

It was Ye Hongtu, the second uncle of the Ye family.

Ye Hongtu saw the two get out of the car, took a step forward, and, holding the secret telegram from the Ye family regarding their return to Beijing, gave a cold laugh. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone around to hear:

"I thought it was someone swaggering over, but it turns out to be that bastard who grew up in the mountains."

"What, you heard the old patriarch is critically ill, so you rushed back to seize the family fortune? Don't you even know your place? Do you even deserve to enter the Ye family?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and tore the secret telegram bearing the Ye family seal to shreds.

Shredded paper floated up with the hot wind, scattering all over Ye Xunhuan's head and face.

The neighboring members of the collateral branches immediately joined in the commotion, creating a noisy scene like a marketplace.

"Exactly! How dare a jinx like him return to the Ye family?"

"Back then, Yao Ningshuang was unfaithful, and her illegitimate child was expelled from the family genealogy long ago!"

"The old patriarch suddenly fell critically ill; it must be this guy's doing! Get him out of here!"

"Don't let him bring bad luck to the old man!"

Ye Xunhuan stood still, letting the scraps of paper float on his shoulders. The lollipop in his mouth slowly spun around, and suddenly, he smiled.

He slowly brushed the scraps of paper from his hair, looked up at Ye Hongtu, and spoke in a flippant tone, as if teasing a stray dog ​​on the street.

"Feed? You're my cheap second uncle? Ye Hongtu?"

"How dare you!" A burly uncle with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face immediately jumped out and scolded him.

"How dare you address the head of the family by his given name?"

"Oh, that old geezer in bed isn't dead yet, and he already wants to be the head of the family?" Ye Xunhuan sneered, taking two steps forward with a lollipop in his mouth, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"My old, immortal grandfather is still lying in there, panting for breath, and you're already busy acknowledging a new master?"

"What, are you afraid I'll come back and take a share of your inheritance, so you're rushing to make your presence known?"

"Nonsense!" Ye Hongtu's face darkened, and he pointed at Ye Xunhuan's nose, shouting angrily, "Your mother betrayed the Ye family back then, having an affair with an outsider and giving birth to you, this bastard child. She was expelled from the family register long ago!"

"You're not even a member of the Ye family, what right do you have to come back?"

"The old master is critically ill, and it's all because of your bad luck, you jinx!"

"Guards! Throw him out with clubs! He's never to set foot near the Ye residence again!"

At his command, a dozen servants carrying black lacquered wooden sticks rushed out from both sides, each looking fierce and menacing, and began to smash the sticks down on Ye Xunhuan's head.

Su Qingyuan's expression changed slightly. Just as she was about to step forward, she saw Ye Xunhuan casually raise a finger.

"call out--"

The empty candy stick he was holding between his fingers flew out in an instant, so fast that only a silver-gray afterimage remained.

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

With a series of muffled thuds, the six servants at the front buckled at the same time, kneeling on the ground in unison, their wooden sticks clattering to the earth.

The group of men were clutching their knees, wincing in pain and sweating profusely. They couldn't even crawl, let alone stand up.

The once noisy entrance suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Ye Xunhuan clapped his hands, acting as if nothing had happened, took out an orange-flavored lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, put it in his mouth, and crunched it loudly.

"What's the rush? I haven't even said a few words yet, and you're already resorting to violence? You have no manners."

Ye Hongtu's pupils suddenly contracted, clearly not expecting Ye Xunhuan to possess such skill.

But then he thought again, remembering that the Xuan-rank Grandmaster he had hired at great expense, Elder Zhou, was sitting behind the door, which immediately gave him confidence. He pointed at Ye Xunhuan and shouted sharply:

"Fine! You rebellious brat, you dare to lay a hand on me! You're asking for trouble!"

"Am I tired of living?" Ye Xunhuan said as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He raised his chin and tilted it towards the courtyard. "Hey old man, stop yelling at me like that."

"Tell me, is that old man lying inside really critically ill?"

"Nonsense! Our national-level expert, Dr. Zhang, personally issued the critical condition notice! How could it be fake?"

Ye Hongtu said coldly, "If it weren't for you, you jinx..."

"Forget it." Ye Xunhuan interrupted him directly, squinting as he glanced at the wards deep in the courtyard, his nose twitching slightly.

The wind blew out of the courtyard, carrying a strong smell of medicine, with a faint, cloyingly sweet, fishy odor hidden beneath, like rotten nectar, which could be completely masked by the smell of medicine if you weren't careful.

He chuckled and shook his head: "What nonsense about overwork and organ failure? What rubbish!"

"This is a 100-day sleep, a slow-acting poison. It's mixed little by little into the tonic. After taking it for 100 days, you'll be paralyzed like you've had a stroke. Your pulse will be weak, and your breath will be barely perceptible. It's no different from being on the verge of death. Ordinary doctors simply can't detect it."

"That old man in bed, in three more days, he'll probably be completely asleep and we won't be able to wake him up."

"But then again, it makes room for certain people."