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"In order to preserve this jade, we can only keep this piece of broken wood. It is also because of this flaw that this piece has never been able to fetch a high price at auction."

"But the top is just a piece of rotten wood, which isn't very nice..."

They were casually commenting on the scene.

Ye An stood in front of the display case without saying a word.

Through the glass, his gaze was fixed on that dark, withered piece of wood.

Soul nourishing wood!

It really is soul-nourishing wood!

Ye An's heart skipped a beat, and her emotions churned violently in her chest.

In the cultivation world, rare and precious natural materials that can nourish the soul are extremely scarce, and for cultivators in the Innate stage, the Soul-Nourishing Wood is the finest among them.

As long as you wear it, you can nourish your spirit at all times.

For him, who cultivates the Lesser Divine Evolution Technique, this is an extremely suitable treasure.

Seeing Ye An's focused expression, Uncle Lin assumed he was admiring the mutton fat jade base.

"If Mr. Ye appreciates this jade carving craftsmanship, there are several other jade pieces by renowned Qing Dynasty masters tonight at the official auction, all of even better quality..."

Ye An suppressed all his emotional fluctuations, his tone flat and without any fluctuation.

"No."

"I want this one."

Uncle Lin was stunned.

Chen Zheyuan also looked surprised.

Why would someone choose a flawed, unremarkable jade bonsai over so many treasures with extraordinary origins and captivating appeal?

However, Chen Zheyuan quickly realized that the vision of a celestial being like Ye An was beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals like them.

Since they've taken a liking to it, it must have something special about it.

Ye An turned to look at Su Wanqing and pointed to the center of the exhibition hall.

"I want that bronze mask too."

"This is for you."

Su Wanqing pointed to her own nose, her face full of astonishment.

"Is it really a gift for me?"

Ye An nodded.

"I've cleared away all the distracting thoughts. Now it's just an ordinary bronze artifact. You can take it back and use it as a decoration, or hang it on the wall for fun."

Su Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Although staring at the mask for too long was a bit creepy, she naturally accepted it with great joy since it was a gift from Ye An.

"Thanks."

Upon seeing this, Chen Zheyuan immediately turned to look at Uncle Lin.

"Uncle Lin, how much are these two items in total? I'll settle the bill for Mr. Ye."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Lin was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and bent his waist even lower.

"Minister Chen, you're really putting me in a bad position!"

"Third Master instructed that it is an honor for Wansheng Manor for you and Mr. Ye to come. Mr. Ye can choose any item in this exhibition hall that catches his eye!"

"These two items are merely a small gift from Third Master to Mr. Ye as a token of our respect. How could we possibly accept any money from them!"

Uncle Lin is now eager to send the goods out as soon as possible so that he can make friends with this mysterious young man.

If Master Li knew that someone could break the evil nature of a magical artifact with a single finger from a distance, he would do anything to win them over, even if it meant going bankrupt!

Chen Zheyuan frowned, wanting to decline again.

"How could we possibly accept that? That bronze mask was your final item at the auction, and it's incredibly valuable."

Uncle Lin patted his chest and made a solemn promise.

"Minister Chen, please don't stand on ceremony with me. If Third Master knew I took your money, he'd skin me alive. Mr. Ye accepting it is a huge favor to Wansheng!"

"Since Uncle Lin is so kind, then I will accept it on Mr. Ye's behalf."

Chen Zheyuan didn't mince words and made the decision immediately.

Uncle Lin was overjoyed and quickly called over the staff to carefully open the display case.

He personally put on white gloves and took out the bronze mask and jade bonsai, placing them into two extremely exquisite custom-made wooden boxes.

After packaging, Uncle Lin handed the two wooden boxes to Ye An with both hands.

"Mr. Ye, please keep your belongings safe."

Ye An took the wooden box.

When his fingers touched the box containing the jade bonsai, he could clearly feel a faint, cool sensation slowly seeping into his body through his fingertips.

The slight fatigue that had arisen from using the "Minor Divine Technique" to erase the mask's spiritual power instantly vanished.

His divine sense even showed signs of slight growth.

"It truly is top-grade Soul-Nourishing Wood!"

Ye An suppressed his overwhelming joy, casually handed the box containing the mask to Su Wanqing, and carried the box containing the potted plant in his own hand.

He asked, seemingly casually, "Uncle Lin, where did you get this potted plant?"

Uncle Lin thought for a moment and recalled, "This thing... must have been obtained from the provincial capital through inquiries along the way."

"Please convey my thanks to Master Li."

Ye An left those words behind and turned to walk towards the exhibition hall entrance.

Today's trip to Wansheng Mountain Villa was a huge success.

With this piece of Soul-Nourishing Wood, his spiritual cultivation speed can be increased by at least several times.

Outsiders only thought he had his eye on the piece of mutton fat jade, but they had no idea that this unremarkable piece of dead wood was the real priceless treasure.

Chen Zheyuan and Su Wanqing quickly followed.

Uncle Lin respectfully escorted him to the entrance of the exhibition hall.

……

The Audi A6 drove smoothly on the internal road leading to Jiangbei.

The car was very quiet.

Chen Zheyuan drove himself, while Su Wanqing and Ye An sat in the back.

"Mr. Ye, we're heading to the special sanatorium of the military region in Jiangbei," Chen Zheyuan explained while looking at the road. "This place usually only accommodates officers of division level or above. The old man's health isn't very good, so he basically stays here, with a dedicated medical team taking care of him at all times. We younger relatives can only come and keep him company when we have time."

Ye An leaned back in his seat and looked out at the night through the car window.

The car drove into an area nestled between mountains and water.

Ye An casually swept his divine sense and discovered no fewer than ten hidden sentries, and even a sniper lurking on a high point.

However, he didn't care and instead took a deep breath.

He keenly sensed that the spiritual energy in the surrounding air was much richer than in the city.

"This is a good location; it has a certain spiritual quality," Ye An commented casually.

Chen Zheyuan thought Ye An was praising the scenery, and smiled in agreement:

"Mr. Ye has a good eye. The mountains and rivers of Jiangbei are very auspicious, with excellent feng shui. The military region even invited a feng shui master from Yanjing to personally survey the area before building this sanatorium. It is very beneficial for recuperation."

The car quickly drove to a guard post.

Two rows of heavily armed guards stood ramrod straight, fully equipped with bulletproof vests and tactical helmets, creating a tense atmosphere.

Upon seeing the license plate of the Audi A6, the leading officer quickly walked over and gave a standard military salute.

Chen Zheyuan lowered the car window and handed over the special pass.

The officer carefully checked the license plate and scanned it with an instrument before waving to signal the vehicle to proceed.

The railing slowly rose.

Sitting in the back row, Su Wanqing saw the dark gun barrels and unconsciously shrank closer to Ye An.

Although she had come into contact with martial artists, the sense of oppression brought by firearms was simply too strong for ordinary people.

In the secular martial arts world, even ordinary martial artists have to give way when they encounter firearms.

Only by cultivating to the level of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy, relying on superhuman reflexes, can one barely dodge a bullet.

To withstand firearms head-on, one must be at least a master of ancient martial arts.

But Ye An remained completely unmoved by this.

He is now a cultivator at the Innate Stage.

Let alone ordinary rifles, even heavy machine gun fire couldn't break through his protective aura.

In his eyes, these so-called firearms in the secular world were no different from fire sticks.

The car stopped in front of a detached three-story villa.

Chen Zheyuan led the two inside.

The lobby on the first floor was simply furnished, without any luxurious decorations, exuding an old-fashioned military style.

At this moment, an old man and a young man were sitting at the mahogany tea table in the center of the hall.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, was looking down at the chessboard, holding a black chess piece in his hand, his brows furrowed.

Sitting opposite him was a young woman in her early twenties.

The girl, pouting, swiftly snatched a white chess piece from the board and clutched it tightly in her hand. "Grandpa, you attacked me when I wasn't looking! That move doesn't count, I want to take it back!"

Chen Long was amused by her and pointed at her, shaking his head helplessly: "Dai Dai, this is the fifth time you've taken back a move. You're only good at playing against me; anyone else would have overturned the chessboard long ago."

"I don't care, I'll just have to do it all over again!" Chen Daidai said confidently.

The footsteps startled the two. Chen Daidai turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the three people who entered before instantly settling on Su Wanqing.

The little girl was wearing a white, fitted short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of super short denim shorts.

This outfit perfectly showcased her figure, with her long, shapely legs like jade pillars and her breasts high and firm. She not only exuded the youthful vitality of a young girl but also a natural charm.

At this moment, her big eyes were staring straight at Su Wanqing, her gaze as intense as if she were looking at some rare treasure.

"Wow, what a beautiful lady!" Chen Daidai made no attempt to hide her amazement, her eyes scanning her up and down.

Su Wanqing felt uncomfortable being stared at so directly by a woman, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously took a half step behind Ye An.

Chen Long's reaction was completely different. He merely glanced at Su Wanqing before fixing his gaze on Ye An.

The old general, who had spent his life on the battlefield, had an extremely keen eye for people.

The young man in front of me was dressed casually, but he had an indescribable aura about him.

Like an ancient bell hidden deep in the mountains, it appears calm, but is actually unfathomable.

Chen Long, supporting himself on the handrail, slowly stood up. The guard next to him tried to help him, but Chen Long stopped him by raising his hand.

"Grandpa." Chen Zheyuan walked over quickly and respectfully introduced, "This is Mr. Ye An, whom Dr. Li highly recommended. And this is Miss Su Wanqing."

"Mr. Ye, I've long admired your name." Chen Long extended his withered hand, his tone calm and unpretentious.

Ye An reached out and gave him a light handshake, then casually introduced a wisp of true energy into his hand.

In just that one moment of contact, Ye An had figured out Chen Long's physical condition.

The meridians are withered, the qi and blood are depleted, and the internal organs exude a deathly aura, especially the heart area, where there is a stagnation of ailments, like the root of a disease left by a serious injury in the early years.

If it were a regular doctor, they would be preparing for the worst right now.

The two sat down. The guard served them hot tea.

Chen Long picked up his teacup, took a sip, and sighed, "Mr. Ye, to be honest, I know my own body best. The old injuries from fighting in my younger years, plus my age, have worn out my body parts. As the saying goes, 'experience is the best teacher,' and I've long since given up hope."

He glanced at Chen Zheyuan standing to the side, his tone revealing a mixture of affection and helplessness, "If it weren't for that old man Li Simiao praising you to the skies, and Zheyuan being such a filial son who insisted on dragging me to try one last time, I wouldn't have bothered you to make this trip so late at night."

Chen Long paused, then changed the subject, his tone becoming more frank: "I'll be returning to the Jiangnan Military Region headquarters in a couple of days. I invited you here today to fulfill this child's wish."

"If I can be cured, it's because I, Chen Long, am destined to live; if I can't, it's fate. Mr. Ye, you don't need to feel any guilt."

These words were perfectly worded, giving Ye An face while also providing him with a way out in advance.

Chen Zheyuan, who was listening nearby, felt a lump in his throat and his eyes reddened.

Su Wanqing was also somewhat moved. This renowned old general was quite magnanimous in the face of life and death.

However, Ye An was completely unmoved by such worldly social niceties.

He picked up his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were discussing the weather today:

"Now that I'm here, your illness can be cured."

The hall fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

Chen Long was taken aback. He had seen many famous doctors, and every one of them treated him with trepidation and careful consideration.

Even a national champion like Li Simiao always leaves room for maneuver in his speech.

This young man is being far too arrogant.

However, Chen Long then thought back to Li Simiao, who had mentioned that his "Golden Needle Meridian Interception" technique, capable of bringing the dead back to life, was taught to him by Ye An. Since he possessed such a lost skill, it was normal for him to be a little arrogant.

A faint sense of anticipation rose in Chen Long's heart. He subconsciously looked at Ye An's hands, and then at Ye An's shrunken canvas bag.

"Mr. Ye, you...didn't bring a needle?" Chen Long asked in confusion.

Traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture relies heavily on silver needles. But Ye An's hands were empty, making him look nothing like a doctor.

Before Ye An could speak, Chen Daidai couldn't help but speak up.

She jumped over from the chessboard, put her hands on her hips, and looked Ye An up and down with suspicion: "You come to see a doctor without any tools? Not even a first-aid kit. You're not a fraud, are you?"

"Dai Dai! Shut up!" Chen Zheyuan was startled and quickly shouted at her.

He had personally witnessed Ye An's methods. Even a Grandmaster like Duan Changfeng was like a grandson in front of Ye An. His sister was simply courting death.

"Mr. Ye, my sister is spoiled by her family and speaks without thinking. Please don't take it to heart!" Chen Zheyuan quickly apologized to Ye An, sweating profusely.

Chen Daidai pouted and muttered unconvinced, "That's how it is. How can you see a doctor without needles? Grandpa's health is already like this, and you just randomly sent someone to fool him."

Ye An remained calm and didn't even glance at Chen Daidai.

She's just a chattering little girl; he naturally wouldn't take her seriously.

"I'm not a doctor, and I don't need those needles," Ye An replied casually.