I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

The kidnapping of Qin Ruoxue caused a minor ripple in Jiangcheng's high society circles, but it quickly subsided.

On the surface, everything seemed calm, but behind the scenes, many people were waiting to see the Qin family make a fool of themselves.

One week later, at Jiangcheng University Library.

Sitting by the window, Qin Ruoxue had no makeup on, her hair casually tied back with a simple hair tie. In front of her was a mountain of books, all obscure and difficult academic texts.

She abandoned her usual elaborately made-up princess image and immersed herself in the book, as if she wanted to completely bury herself in it.

Not far away, several female students were whispering among themselves.

"Look at Qin Ruoxue, she's like a completely different person. She used to come to class every single day with a full face of makeup!"

"I heard he was kidnapped last time and was quite frightened. I guess he's come to his senses and is preparing to get good grades so he can apply for an exchange program at a prestigious foreign university and leave Jiangcheng, this place that caused him so much heartache."

"Possibly. Look at how hard she studies, it's terrifying."

A rich second-generation heir dressed in designer brands, who used to fawn over Qin Ruoxue every day, hesitated for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to walk over.

"Ruoxue, I heard that you were recently..." He forced a concerned look on his face, but before he could finish speaking, he continued.

Qin Ruoxue didn't even look up; she simply lifted her eyelids from the book and glanced at him.

That glance held no disgust or disdain, only a cold indifference, as if looking at a noisy object.

"Leave me alone, you're too noisy."

The rich kid's smile froze instantly, and he stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Qin Ruoxue's gaze had already returned to the book, as if he didn't exist at all.

……

Meanwhile, in the basement of the Su family villa.

Ye An sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Since obtaining that inheritance jade slip, he has devoted almost all his time to cultivation.

At this moment, his consciousness was immersed in the vast sea of ​​knowledge in his mind, greedily absorbing everything about the "Minor Divine Evolution Technique".

This technique is not an offensive spell, but rather a supplementary method for cultivating spiritual consciousness.

As the cultivation technique circulated, Ye An felt his five senses being amplified infinitely, and then condensed into a higher level of perception.

He could hear the faint sound of a spider spinning its web in the corner.

You can smell the faint floral fragrance emanating from the perfume bottle in Su Wanqing's room on the third floor.

You can feel every inch of the villa, the flow of air, and the subtle changes in temperature, all in great detail.

His divine sense was like an invisible net, spreading out in all directions from him, easily covering the entire Longquan Mingdi villa area.

In the early stages of innate nature, one's spiritual sense can only extend to a distance of about 100 meters.

Now, in just a few days, his perception range has increased more than tenfold.

Just as he was preparing to press on and attempt to cover an even greater distance—

"Buzzing...buzzing..."

His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, forcibly pulling him out of that wonderful state of mind.

Ye An frowned slightly, opened his eyes with some displeasure, and took out his phone.

The screen displayed an unfamiliar number.

He swiped to answer the call.

"Is this Mr. Ye?" A steady voice came from the other end of the phone, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of suppressed anxiety.

"It's me, who is it?" Ye An's tone was somewhat indifferent.

"Hello Mr. Ye, my surname is Chen. I was introduced by the renowned physician Li Simiao." The other party's tone immediately became extremely respectful. "It's like this, an elder in my family is suffering from a stubborn illness, and we have sought out many famous doctors but to no avail. So we would like to earnestly request Mr. Ye to help us."

"I'm not a doctor, you've got the wrong person." Ye An didn't even think before hanging up the phone.

He's now completely absorbed in cultivation and has no interest in such mundane matters whatsoever.

"Mr. Ye, please wait a moment!" The man surnamed Chen on the other end of the phone seemed to have anticipated his reaction and hurriedly said, "Dr. Li said that in all the world, perhaps only you, Mr. Ye, have a sliver of hope to save my old man!"

Ye An paused in his hand as he held his phone.

Li Simiao?

He hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and then dialed Li Simiao's number directly.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Feed? Mr. Ye?" Li Simiao's voice sounded somewhat excited.

"Dr. Li, someone surnamed Chen called me just now, saying that you introduced him?" Ye An got straight to the point.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's me!" Li Simiao's tone instantly became extremely serious. "Mr. Ye, you must take this matter very seriously. Did they ask you to treat General Chen?"

"General Chen?"

"General Chen?"

"Chen Long!" Li Simiao lowered his voice, his expression grave. "Former Commander-in-Chief of the Jiangnan Military Region. Although he has now retired to the second line, his disciples and former associates are spread throughout both military and political circles. He is a true titan, whose every move shakes the entire Jiangnan Province!"

Ye An remained calm, showing no emotion whatsoever. In his eyes, no matter how great worldly power was, it was ultimately nothing more than the flesh and blood of a mortal.

"What's so strange about his illness?" Ye An asked the only question he was concerned about.

Li Simiao sighed deeply, his tone wistful: "General Chen came from a military background. In a breakout battle when he was young, in order to cover his comrades' retreat, he forcibly activated his internal energy, which he had not yet fully mastered, resulting in injuries to his lungs and internal organs."

"The war was so intense back then that treatment was delayed. Over the decades, this ailment has seeped into my bones and can now only be barely suppressed with medication."

Modern medicine is completely powerless to treat this kind of hidden injury caused by internal energy.

During this period, the Chen family consulted many renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctors, but the answer they received was always the same: if the injury had been treated at the beginning, it would have been curable now that decades had passed, and medicine was no longer effective.

"The reason I recommended you to the Chen family," Li Simiao said sincerely, with a hint of pleading, "is firstly, to establish a good relationship for you. A favor from the Chen family is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold."

"Secondly... I always felt that General Chen's illness had exceeded the scope of ordinary medical skills. Perhaps only an extraordinary person like you could offer a glimmer of hope."

Upon hearing this, Ye An remained silent for a moment before slowly saying:

"Treating this is not difficult for me."

This is a terminal illness for ordinary people, but for a cultivator like him, it is not incurable.

more importantly……

General Chen Long.

Such a person's connections and influence are probably unmatched by the combined influence of the Su and Wang families.

Finding the rare and precious materials needed for alchemy and array formation on one's own is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

But if we could leverage the power of the Chen family...

Ye An hung up the phone, leaned against the cold wall, and unconsciously tapped on the phone screen.