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"This is good, it suits my taste perfectly."

Ye An withdrew his hand, turned around, looked at Chen Zheyuan who was looking at him expectantly, and said calmly, "You've put your heart into it."

Hearing this praise, Chen Zheyuan's smile deepened, and he unconsciously straightened his back a bit.

Chen Long, standing to the side, looked at his grandson with a satisfied expression in his eyes.

Ye An pondered for a moment.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and even before he opened it, a faint medicinal fragrance immediately filled the study.

"Here is a small bottle of Qi-Nourishing Pills. Take these."

This was something he had casually practiced when he and Su Wanqing were cultivating at home.

It's nothing to him, but it's quite beneficial to ancient martial arts practitioners.

Chen Long and Chen Zheyuan were stunned as they stared at the warm-colored, fragrant pills in the porcelain bottle.

They weren't unaware of the value of the medicine; just by smelling it, they immediately recognized it as the elixir Ye An had used to heal Chen Long's injuries last time.

An absolutely rare and priceless treasure!

"Master Ye, this...this is too valuable." Chen Long's voice was a little dry.

"You deserve to worry about me," Ye An shook his head, pointing to the sycamore tree. "Besides, I'm not at a disadvantage."

After saying that, he shoved the porcelain bottle directly into Chen Zheyuan's hand.

"Consider this payment. I'll need your help collecting medicinal herbs in the future."

Chen Zheyuan held the heavy porcelain bottle, his hands trembling.

Ye An ignored their excitement; he had his own questions to ask.

"By the way, isn't there a Medicine King Valley in Xunling that's going to hold a martial arts competition? What's the deal with it?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheyuan's heart skipped a beat. He thought Ye An was going to cause trouble for Chen Zhewen, and he quickly spoke up:

"Master Ye, my cousin is blind to your greatness. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against him. He's already been reprimanded by my great-grandfather..."

"I'm not that petty," Ye An interrupted him. "I'm asking about that competition."

Chen Zheyuan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly began to explain.

"That competition was nominally a 'martial arts exchange' hosted by Medicine King Valley, with the winner receiving a share of Medicine King Valley's Tiger Wolf Soup. But in reality, over the past few years it has evolved into a conference for the division of interests among the upper echelons of the entire Jiangnan Province."

Seeing that Ye An was listening attentively, he continued:

"Many wealthy businessmen and families will send representatives to participate or support one side. The ranking is not important; what matters is that on this occasion, everyone sits together and puts their respective spheres of influence and business circles on the table for discussion."

"In previous years, underground competitions were used to determine who had more say, and this year should be similar."

At this point, Chen Zheyuan's face revealed a knowing expression: "Master Ye, do you intend to represent our military region in this competition? With you participating, the championship is practically guaranteed!"

Ye An shook his head.

"I will represent Sujia Pharmaceuticals at the event."

"Su Family Pharmaceuticals?"

Chen Zheyuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, and his eyes lit up.

"Master Ye, don't worry!" Chen Zheyuan immediately patted his chest and assured him, "I'll find out about the competition for you. And this tree, I'll arrange for someone to deliver it to Longquan Mansion in Jiangcheng right away."

Ye An nodded, having asked what needed to be asked and done what needed to be done, and then got up to leave.

Chen Long and Chen Zheyuan escorted him respectfully to the villa entrance, watching his car disappear into the night before finally straightening up.

The two returned to the lobby downstairs, where the once lively birthday party had now become quiet and deserted.

The guests had already tactfully taken their leave, leaving only Chen Daidai, who was directing the servants to clean up the mess on the floor.

Chen Long's face darkened.

"Dai Dai".

Hearing her grandfather's voice, Chen Daidai quickly came over: "Grandpa."

"You handled today's matter very poorly." Chen Long's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. "My requirement for you isn't to treat him as a distinguished guest, but to treat him as someone our entire Chen family must look up to. His status must be higher than your grandfather's!"

Chen Daidai's face paled slightly. She lowered her head and whispered in defense, "Grandpa, I..."

She felt she had already valued Ye An a lot, but she didn't expect that in her grandfather's eyes, it was still far from enough.

"Grandpa, are you trying to win over Master Ye like the military region did with Yun Jingxing?" Chen Daidai looked up, as if she had figured something out.

"Win them over?" Chen Long shook his head and glanced at Chen Zheyuan beside him.

Chen Zheyuan understood and carefully placed the porcelain bottle that Ye An had given him on the table.

"If possible, Master Ye should be given even higher priority than Yun Jingxing," Chen Long said slowly.

Chen Daidai's body swayed slightly.

She knew all too well how extraordinary Yun Jingxing's status was in Jiangnan Province.

But Grandpa actually said that Ye An's priority is higher than Yun Jingxing's?

Chen Zheyuan opened the bottle, and a rich medicinal aroma instantly filled the entire living room.

He looked at his shocked cousin and said, word by word, "We just ran errands for Master Ye and collected some medicinal herbs. And this is what he gave us."

He tilted the porcelain bottle so that Chen Daidai could see that it was full of pills.

"A whole bottle full of Lesser Qi-Nourishing Pills. Do you know what that means?"

Chen Daidai shook her head blankly.

Chen Zheyuan's voice was very low, but it carried an uncontrollable excitement and trembling.

"This means that, as long as Master Ye is willing, he can continuously and in large quantities produce Grandmasters of Internal Energy!"

"Even... a legendary martial arts master!"

"boom!"

Chen Zheyuan's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Chen Daidai's mind.

She stared blankly at the small porcelain bottle on the table, and then she remembered the young man who had been humiliated by his cousin and friends, yet still calmly ate his fruit.

At that moment, she finally understood.

Why did Grandpa say that we should treat him with reverence?

A deep sense of regret welled up in my heart.

She regretted not standing up more resolutely when Han Fei and the others provoked her, and not stating her position from the beginning.

"If I have the chance, I will definitely apologize to Master Ye next time we meet."

A long silence fell over the hall.

Chen Long looked at the porcelain bottle with a complicated expression.

Once upon a time, he was an old man who was seriously injured and had one foot in the grave.

It was Ye An who pulled him back from the brink of death.

And now, with this small bottle of Qi-Nourishing Pills...

A fire slowly ignited in Chen Long's eyes.

Not only Zheyuan, but even he himself might have the opportunity to glimpse the legendary Martial Arts Celestial!

……

……

It was 10 p.m. on a secluded riverside in Shanghai.

Ji Ting stood on the beach with his hands behind his back.

Although he lost shares and cash in the bet with Ye An, this old fox, with his years of experience in the industry, always has a backup plan and will never leave himself only one way out.

He stared at the dark sea in the distance, his brows furrowed tightly.

The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell, causing his clothes to flutter in the wind.

After waiting for a while, he turned around and glanced at his subordinates.

The junior colleague, who was in charge of overseas liaison, was staring intently at his phone screen, the light from the screen making his face appear deathly pale.

Suddenly, he shouted.

"Here it comes, here it comes."

He looked up, his voice filled with excitement: "Boss, the news says the smuggling boat is already ten kilometers from the coastline."

He paused, glanced at his phone again, and his expression became somewhat strange.

"The message also said that Master Nan has already come alone."

"What do you mean?" Ji Ting's brows furrowed even deeper. "Alone? He drove here in a speedboat by himself?"

Ji Ting and his men all make their living by the sea, traveling overseas year-round, and they know the nature of the ocean all too well.

With the wind and waves so high tonight, even the most experienced captain wouldn't dare to set sail, let alone a speedboat.

Especially the sea area they chose, which is full of underwater reefs and has extremely complex sea conditions.

That's why no one comes here normally, which is perfect for evading the coast guard's pursuit.

The wind on the sea is getting stronger, and the waves are already more than a meter high.

If it were a large ship of several hundred tons, it could barely dock.

But for ordinary small boats, in this kind of weather, unless operated by a top-notch veteran, going out to sea is tantamount to suicide.

A hint of worry appeared on Ji Ting's face.

This was a highly skilled expert he had been eagerly awaiting, but before anyone else could even see him, he had already fed the fish.

He was about to urge his underling to make another call to clarify when one of his men suddenly pointed to the distant sea, his voice trembling.

"Boss, look! What's that?"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.

On the dark sea, a thin white trail was rapidly stretching towards the shore from afar.

"Is it a speedboat? This speed... isn't it a bit too fast?" one of the henchmen muttered under his breath.

Before their question had even faded, they were speechless with shock at what they saw next.

The white trail was getting closer and closer, and it was becoming increasingly clear that it wasn't a speedboat at all.

It was a blurry human figure.

A figure is speeding across the dark sea.

"How is that possible!"

"A person running on the sea?"

"Did we see wrong? Or did we see wrong?"

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly as the white streak rushed towards them at an incredible speed, extending all the way to the shallow waters near the shore.

The figure suddenly kicked its foot in the seawater, creating a huge splash.

Using this force, he soared into the sky, arced through the air, and finally landed lightly on the beach.

Steady and smooth, the soles of my shoes barely got wet.

The entire room fell silent.

Apart from the howling sea wind and the sound of waves crashing on the beach, there was no other noise.

The man's name was Chaiya Anan, and in the underground world of Southeast Asia, his nickname was "Black Python Boxer".

He looked to be around thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, and not very tall, probably just over 1.7 meters.

He has a broad frame, and years of boxing have made every muscle on his body look like it was made of steel, without an ounce of excess fat.

His skin was a dark honey brown and appeared very rough.

This seemingly unremarkable man made Ji Ting feel immense pressure.

Anan's purpose was simple: he had heard of Medicine King Valley and Yun Jingxing.

Because the Jiangnan Military Region restricts the export of Tiger and Wolf Soup from Yaowang Valley, this medicine has been sold at exorbitant prices on the overseas black market, making it available but priceless.

Anan's faction also wanted a piece of the pie.

He wants to defeat that person, obtain the medical and alchemy skills inherited from Medicine King Valley, bring them back to his country, and become the monopolist of this business!

Ji Ting wasn't interested in these things; his goal was more direct: he wanted to find a master to help him vent his anger.

Before stepping into the underground boxing match held in Medicine King Valley, participants must sign a waiver, assuming full responsibility for their own life and death.

You should know that this kind of place is undoubtedly the best stage to get rid of a thorn in your side.

The two were of one mind.

"Master Nan." Ji Ting suppressed his shock and took the initiative to greet him.

"Hmm." Anan uttered a single syllable through his nose, his gaze sweeping over Ji Ting and his men behind him, his eyes devoid of emotion, and he remained unassuming.

Ji Ting began to talk about Ye An.

He said that although this young man named Ye An showed no trace of martial arts cultivation, he possessed a very strange technique that could trick people without them even realizing it.

Upon hearing this, Anan's face, which had initially shown some interest, immediately revealed a hint of impatience.

"Never practiced martial arts?" he asked, his voice hoarse, like two stones rubbing together. "Just a sorcerer who knows some tricks?"

In his view, this kind of person was not worthy of being his opponent.

Ji Ting noticed his disdain and quickly added, "Master Nan, you mustn't underestimate him. I was tricked by him before and almost didn't make it back to Shanghai alive."

Anan's face remained expressionless.

He slowly walked to the shore and looked at the surging seawater in front of him.

Ji Ting and his men had no idea what he was planning, so they could only follow behind and watch quietly.

Suddenly, Anan moved.

He took a half step back with his right foot, lowered his body slightly, and suddenly swung his right fist forward.

There was no earth-shattering fanfare, not even a whisper of it.

It was just an ordinary punch, delivered through the air, that struck the sea in front of him.

The next second, something happened that made Ji Ting and the others' eyes almost pop out.

On the sea surface in front of Anan's fist, the seawater seemed to be forcibly pushed aside by an invisible force, creating a vacuum area with a diameter of more than one meter.

The seawater in that area had vanished into thin air, and the wet sand below could be clearly seen.

After a full ten seconds, the surrounding seawater finally reacted, rushing in with a loud "whoosh" and filling the hole.

Ji Ting and his men stared wide-eyed, unable to close their mouths for a long time.

What... what kind of method is this?

Legend has it that only the terrestrial immortals possess the power to cleave rivers and seas with a single punch.

Could it be that this man has already reached that level?

Anan slowly withdrew his fist, turned around, and looked at Ji Ting, who was completely dumbfounded.

"Now, do you still think that sorcerer named Ye An is a problem?"

Ji Ting snapped out of his shock.

He looked at Anan with eyes full of fervent admiration and excitement.

"No problem! Of course not a problem!" He waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of fawning smiles. "With you personally taking action, Master Nan, let alone one Ye An, even ten Ye Ans would be nothing more than a matter of one punch from you!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes flashed with intense resentment.

Ye An.

Wash your neck clean and wait.

This time, I'm going to make sure you die a horrible death!