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The next morning, Ye Chen drove alone to the provincial capital.

After a night of treatment and detoxification, the dark red palm print on Ye Chen's right palm had faded by more than half, leaving only a faint pinkish ring that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

The poison of the Blood Fiend Palm was indeed suppressed by the antidote formula that he had memorized since he was twelve years old.

At this moment, the residual poison in Ye Chen's body had not been completely eliminated. Every time he circulated his internal energy, he would feel a faint stagnation in the meridians of his right arm, as if something sticky was blocking his blood vessels.

According to Ye Chen's own estimate, it will take another two days to fully recover.

Ye Chen knew that it was best not to fight anyone for the next two days, otherwise the toxins would spread along the meridians towards the heart meridian, which would be troublesome to deal with.

But he can't wait two more days; many things will probably come to him on their own even if he doesn't handle them.

The things Master Su Qinghan said on the phone last night were like a fishbone stuck in his throat, something he couldn't swallow or spit out.

Ye Chen was very anxious, knowing that there were many things he had to handle personally.

The death of Uncle Su Youdao, Jiang Yuanshan's car accident, the rubbing of the Heavenly Physician's Creation Technique, the secret of the Peace Jade Pendant, and the riddle of the dragon hidden in the city and the jade appearing in the sky.

The mystery from twenty years ago is like an iceberg. Ye Chen has only seen the tip of the iceberg. He must find out as soon as possible what else is hidden beneath the surface.

Wu Qingyuan lived on an old street called Qingshi Lane in the old city of the provincial capital.

This alley is very famous in the ancient martial arts circle of the provincial capital. With its bluestone road, gray brick walls, and wisteria trellises climbing along the walls, the whole street exudes a leisurely atmosphere that is out of place in the modern city.

Several senior figures in the ancient martial arts community in the provincial capital like to live here, saying that the atmosphere of this alley is suitable for retirement.

Ye Chen parked his car in a public parking space at the entrance of the alley, walked in, and found the address: No. 17, Qing Shi Alley.

This is a small, detached house with its own gate. The gate is ajar, and above the gate hangs a faded wooden plaque with three characters written in clerical script: Qingyuanju.

The handwriting is rounded and dignified, and one can tell at a glance that it was written by someone who practices martial arts. The strokes carry the spirit of Tai Chi, which is both soft and strong.

There is an old osmanthus tree in the courtyard, whose canopy covers most of the courtyard. Under the tree, there is a stone table and several stone benches.

A chessboard was carved on the stone table in the courtyard, with chess pieces scattered on it, indicating that the owner had recently played chess with someone.

Just as Ye Chen was about to knock on the door, the half-closed courtyard gate was pulled open from the inside.

The person who opened the door was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a white training uniform. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, obviously he had just finished training and was still panting.

He looked Ye Chen up and down, his eyes filled with the curiosity and undisguised wariness typical of his age: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Ye Chen from Medicine King Valley has come to pay his respects to Elder Wu Qingyuan. Please inform him of my arrival." Ye Chen bowed respectfully, his tone respectful but not humble.

The boy's eyes lit up instantly, and the mature-beyond-his-years scrutinizing expression on his face was replaced by surprise. He turned his head and shouted into the courtyard, "Grandpa, the people from Medicine King Valley are here! The Medicine King Valley you've been talking about every day, and they're still young people!"

Ye Chen's lips twitched, and his face immediately turned red.

What? Still alive? That sounds so awkward.

Did Grandpa Wu say something to his grandson?

A series of steady footsteps echoed in the courtyard, and Wu Qingyuan emerged from the main room.

"Please come in quickly, and go prepare some snacks and tea to entertain the guests." As he walked, Grandpa Wu instructed his grandson to prepare to entertain the guests.

Today, Grandpa Wu was wearing a moon-white exercise uniform. His white hair was flowing, his complexion was rosy, and his face was full of smiles. He didn't look like someone who was over seventy years old at all.

He was wiping his hands with a white towel, clearly having just finished practicing and was resting.

Seeing Ye Chen standing at the door, the old man's face broke into a hearty smile: "Young friend Ye, what a rare guest! Come in and have a seat. Xiaofeng, go make some tea. Get the Longjing tea from that purple clay pot in my study."

The boy named Xiaofeng responded and dashed into the main room. His steps were light and quick, and his movements were already quite skilled.

Ye Chen followed Wu Qingyuan to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down.

The branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree form a natural large parasol overhead, and sunlight leaks through the gaps in the leaves, casting moving spots of light on the stone table with the breeze.

Wu Qingyuan sat down on the stone bench and, without beating around the bush, went straight to the point: "Young friend Ye, you've come to see me today for more than just a reunion, haven't you? What happened to your right palm? Blood Fiend Palm?"

Ye Chen stood there, stunned, and looked down at his right hand.

The marks on his palm had faded to almost invisible, but the old man recognized them at a glance. Old Master Wu truly deserves to be one of the top experts in the provincial capital back then.

Ye Chen felt that dealing with an old hand like Master Wu was not a good thing if he was secretive; it was better to be open and honest.

Ye Chen nodded frankly, spreading his right hand on the stone table for the old man to see clearly: "Old Wu really has a good eye. I fought with Du Qiansui last night and was hit by his palm, but the poison has been almost completely neutralized. I will recover after applying medicine for two more days."

"Lord Du?" Wu Qingyuan's brows furrowed sharply, and his relaxed expression instantly turned serious.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with Du Qiansui?"

Ye Chen looked at Old Master Wu with a puzzled expression, as if Old Master Wu also hated Du Qiansui.

"The Viper, who disappeared for fifteen years, has actually reappeared? Fifteen years ago, he was expelled from the sect after his master discovered he was secretly practicing the Blood Fiend Palm. That night, he suddenly attacked someone, piercing his master's chest with a single palm strike, and then vanished without a trace. Everyone thought he had died in some desolate wilderness. Unexpectedly, not only is he alive, but he has also come looking for you. Who invited him?"

Old Master Wu was quite surprised to hear that Du Qiansui was still alive; this scoundrel of the ancient martial arts world had actually come out to cause trouble again.

"Qiao San, but Du Qiansui himself let slip that the person who actually invited him has far greater power than Qiao San, so it's unlikely to be Qiao San. I suspect it's the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce."

Ye Chen stared directly into Wu Qingyuan's eyes, not missing a single subtle change in his expression.

"I also think it's unlikely to be Qiao San. It's very likely that they framed Qiao San to incite a conflict between you and the Qiao family so that they can reap the benefits. Such people have ulterior motives."

Wu Qingyuan's analysis makes some sense, and Ye Chen also thinks so.

"Old Wu, I've come here today to ask you something. Twenty years ago, my martial uncle Su Youdao, Jiang Ruoxi's father Jiang Yuanshan, Old Master Qiao, and an unknown woman went to explore that ancient tomb together. How much do you know about the details?"

After hearing Ye Chen's question, Old Master Wu's expression changed slightly.

Ye Chen stared at Old Master Wu, waiting for his reply without saying a word.

"Alas!" Old Master Wu sighed deeply.