Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

Three days later, Ye Chen, along with Jiang Ruoxi and the ghost servant, drove to the provincial capital.

Aygul's injuries had not fully healed, so Ye Chen refused her offer.

He Jianping stayed behind with two capable security captains to take turns guarding the area, and the security level was much higher than before.

After the car entered the provincial capital, Ye Chen had his ghost servant park it outside the West Market Antique Street.

This street is one of the oldest commercial streets in the provincial capital. It is paved with bluestone slabs, and the shops on both sides have old wooden facades with upturned eaves and an antique feel.

There weren't many people on the street, mostly collectors and tourists looking for secondhand goods. Occasionally, a few well-dressed middle-aged people would enter or leave the shops, followed by assistants carrying their purchases; they were clearly people of some status.

Wangu Zhai is located at the very back of the antique street, in a very remote location. The storefront is small, sandwiched between a shop selling stationery and a shop selling Buddhist beads and bracelets. If it weren't for the black plaque with gold lettering above the door, Ye Chen would almost have mistaken it for a general store full of secondhand goods.

Ye Chen told the ghost servant and Jiang Ruoxi to wait at the tea stall outside, and went inside alone.

The shop was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of aged wood.

The four walls were covered with yellowed calligraphy and paintings, and the glass cabinets were cluttered with copper coins, jade, porcelain shards, and various old objects whose names I didn't know.

At the far end, against the wall, stood a counter with peeling paint, and behind it sat a gaunt old man wearing a dark gray jacket.

Hearing the door open, he slowly raised his head, squinted at Ye Chen, and sized him up before uttering three words in a muffled voice: "Buy or sell?"

Ye Chen didn't rush to speak. He took out the black token of the Ghost Servant from his pocket and gently placed it on the counter.

The old man's gaze fell on the token, and he seemed to be lifted up from his chair, straightening his back and sweeping away all the laziness and casualness from his face.

He didn't touch the token, but instead raised his eyes and carefully examined Ye Chen again, his gaze as if he wanted to peel off three layers of skin from Ye Chen to see if it was real or fake.

"Where did this token come from?" The old man's voice was extremely low, hoarse yet sharp, completely different from before.

"It was given to me by Uncle Gui," Ye Chen said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Ghost servant? He's still alive?" The old man's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't.

"I don't buy anything, but someone gave me four words: 'Night watchman'."

The old man's expression changed again, his squinting old eyes flashed in the darkness for a moment, then quickly returned to calm.

He glanced towards the door and reached under the counter.

The half-closed wooden door at the entrance seemed to have been pushed from the outside and closed silently.

The light inside the shop was even dimmer, with only a few beams of white light leaking through the skylight, like thin blades stuck to the ground.

"Sit down, young man." The old man pointed to the wooden stool in front of the counter, which was missing a leg and propped up with bricks. He then placed his cane across his knees and assumed a comfortable position.

Ye Chen sat down on the wooden bench, leaning slightly forward, his hands crossed on his knees, his gaze calm yet sharp: "I want to know the details of the organization behind the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce. What's its name? Who are its current leaders? How many undercover agents does it have in the provincial capital?"

The old man fell silent.

He slowly took out his pipe, stuffed some tobacco into the copper bowl, struck a match, lit it, and took a couple of puffs.

"What you asked about is the most mysterious of all. I've been guarding this shop for over twenty years and have handled all sorts of information, but there are a few names that even I dare not easily reveal. It's not that I don't know them, it's that I dare not. Among them is the organization you just asked about."

He raised his eyes and looked at Ye Chen through the gaps in the smoke, lowering his voice even further: "Those who know it call it Blackwater. The Qingyun Chamber of Commerce is just a dog it keeps in the provincial capital. Wei Qing is one of Blackwater's outer stewards. Twenty years ago, Blackwater set its sights on the Dragon Hidden Mountain Ancient Tomb and sent Wei Qing to set up the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce as a scout. Later, when Wei Qing was defeated by Su Youdao, it was Blackwater who saved him."

"Blackwater? What's their goal? The Heavenly Healing Creation Technique? Or something from the Dragon Heart Ancient Cave?"

"The Heavenly Physician's Creation Technique is only one of them," the old man said, tapping his cigarette ash on the stool leg and speaking in a low voice.

"What is the specific purpose?" Ye Chen asked the old man with a puzzled look.

"What Blackwater really wants is the tomb owner's prescription for reviving the dead. It is said that the tomb owner was the greatest doctor in the world at that time. Before he died, he left behind a prescription that could heal the dead and restore flesh to bones. It was sealed on the third level of the ancient tomb, and the entrance to that tomb is very difficult to find."

Ye Chen's heart sank slowly.

Those people will not only try to snatch the bronze lamp from his arms, but they will also have their eyes on Jiang Ruoxi beside him. The jade pendant and rubbing are things they have been coveting for a long time.

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi have now completely found themselves in the eye of the storm.

"How many undercover agents does Blackwater have in the provincial capital? Can you give me a few names?" Ye Chen asked.

The old man sighed, the embers in his pipe flickering: "Since the ghost servants have given you the tokens, I trust you. But let me make this clear: I'll give you the names, but when you make a move against them, don't drag me into it. This shop needs to stay open, and I want to live on this street for a few more years."

Ye Chen nodded: "Please rest assured, I won't implicate you in my work."

The old man pulled out a neatly folded piece of yellow paper from under the counter, unfolded it, took out a pencil stub from his pocket, and wrote a few words on it.

After finishing writing, he folded the yellow paper and pushed it in front of Ye Chen: "Blackwater's biggest secret location in the provincial capital is Huitong Pawnshop, which is located in Huai Shu Lane in the north of the city."

Ye Chen carefully put away the yellow paper and then asked, "Does Blackwater have any particularly skilled fighters in the provincial capital? Wei Qing is just an outer steward; there must be even more powerful figures inside, right?"

"Yes, there is one named Qin Wuyi. His cultivation level is at the late stage of the Transformation Realm, which is even higher than Wei Qing's. This person is elusive and never shows himself in public. Now that Wei Qing is dead, Blackwater will likely let Qin Wuyi take over the affairs of the provincial capital. You must be careful of this person. He uses a soft sword, and his swordsmanship is extremely cunning. Moreover, he is ruthless and will do anything to target people's weaknesses."

Ye Chen stood up, cupped his hands to the old man, and bowed deeply: "Thank you very much, Manager Qiu. I will remember your kindness today."

The old man waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly: "Don't give me that. Come thank me when you're still alive. Hurry up and leave. Don't let anyone on the street see you leaving my shop. It'll be bad for you, and even worse for me."

Ye Chen turned and walked towards the door, but stopped after a couple of steps. He turned back and said, "Shopkeeper, the most valuable painting in your shop is a fake. The real one is on the back, sealed with a layer of wax. You need to wipe it with alcohol. Take a look when you have time."

The old man paused for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Which one are you talking about?"

"That painting of a lone fisherman on a cold river above the counter," Ye Chen said with a smile, pushing open the door and walking out.

Jiang Ruoxi was sitting with the ghost servant. She touched the rough porcelain teacup on the tea stall with her fingertips with some disdain, but judging from her actions, she seemed to have already taken a few sips of the tea.

Ye Chen walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down, saying to the two, "We got it. Let's talk about it when we get back. We shouldn't stay here any longer."

Jiang Ruoxi didn't ask anything, and got up to leave.

The ghost servant placed the tea money on the table and followed.