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

Before the words were finished, the ghost servant moved.

His figure left a gray shadow in the torrential rain, moving so fast that it was almost beyond the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.

He covered the distance of more than twenty meters in less than a breath, appearing in front of Ye Chen.

His thin, bony right hand was clawed, the fingertips gleaming with a bluish-black light, carrying a foul stench, aimed straight for Ye Chen's throat.

The speed, angle, and force of this claw strike were all perfect, sealing off all possible escape routes for Ye Chen, and the timing of the strike was extremely tricky.

It was precisely the moment Ye Chen finished speaking and his aura shifted.

If it were an ordinary martial artist with internal strength, there would be no room to dodge this claw; they would have no choice but to take it head-on.

The result of forcibly connecting the tubes was that the trachea was ripped out.

Ye Chen's eyes finally turned serious.

He leaned back sharply, his body bending almost ninety degrees, narrowly avoiding the claw.

The ghost servant's fingernails grazed his chin, the force of the wind leaving a faint red mark on his skin that stung painfully.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen braced himself with his hands on the ground, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and kicked his legs upwards like cannonballs, aiming straight for the ghost servant's chin.

This counterattack was swift and ruthless, with a tricky angle, completely catching Ghost Servant off guard. He hadn't expected his opponent to launch a counterattack immediately after dodging a fatal blow; such reaction speed had exceeded the range of the peak of Dark Force.

Ghost Servant snorted coldly, pressing down with his left palm and striking the sole of Ye Chen's foot.

Bang!

The moment their fists and feet clashed, a visible shockwave exploded from the point of contact, causing rainwater within a three-meter radius to scatter in all directions, creating a vacuum zone.

The falling rainwater was torn open in an instant, and then quickly filled with new rainwater.

Using the force of the palm strike, Ye Chen flipped twice in the air before landing steadily, splashing water everywhere beneath his feet.

He felt a faint numbness in the soles of his feet. The force of the other person's palm strike penetrated through the soles of his shoes and went straight to his bone marrow. If he had been hit by this palm strike, his bones would definitely have broken.

"Good lad, you do have some skill." Ghost Servant stood still, flexing his left palm. His thin, dry hand was faintly red, indicating that he hadn't gained much advantage from that attack.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!" Ye Chen's face didn't show much expression.

The ghost servant was telling the truth this time; after just one round, he had already understood Ye Chen's strength.

"It's no wonder that Zhao Jingang and Luo Ping fell into your hands. To have such skills at the peak of Dark Force is indeed genius, but Dark Force is still Dark Force. Compared with Transformation Force, it's a whole world apart."

Ye Chen shook his numb legs and grinned, "Transformation Realm is impressive, but your Transformation Realm breakthrough must have only been a few years ago, right? And judging from your aura, you have an old chest injury that aches faintly on rainy days. Your internal energy circulation is at least 20% reduced, am I right?"

The ghost servant's expression finally changed.

He did indeed have an old wound on his chest, left from a fight with an enemy twenty years ago.

He narrowly won that time, but his opponent's all-out attack before dying shattered two of his ribs, and the bone fragments pierced his lung. Although he was lucky enough to survive, he was left with a hidden injury that could never be healed.

On rainy days, his internal energy circulation is hindered, and his strength is greatly reduced.

This matter is Ghost Servant's biggest secret; even the Qiao family doesn't know all the details.

But this young man in front of him saw through his true nature in just one glance.

"How did you figure that out?" Ghost Servant's voice deepened, his killing intent growing even stronger than before.

If before he was merely ordered to kill someone, now he genuinely wanted to eliminate this young man; he was too terrifying to be allowed to live.

"I forgot to introduce myself." Ye Chen straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin slightly. The rain was pouring down on him, but it couldn't extinguish the proud light in his eyes.

"Ye Chen, the sixteenth generation successor of Medicine King Valley, may not be ranked among the best in terms of fighting. But when it comes to judging people, your injury is something that, apart from my master, probably only I can heal."

The ghost servant's pupils suddenly contracted.

Medicine King Valley?

He hadn't heard this name for many years, but for veterans of his generation, it represented a legend.

The world's medical skills are said to produce extraordinary doctors. The people of Medicine King Valley can not only bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, but what's even more terrifying is that each of them is a top-notch master.

Medicine and martial arts are inseparable; one can use needles to save lives, and one can also use needles to kill.

The descendants of Medicine King Valley are said to all possess the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels.

"Are you from Medicine King Valley?" Ghost Servant's tone finally carried a hint of apprehension.

"Genuine quality." Ye Chen took out a small cloth bag that was half-wet from the rain from his pocket, unfolded it, and inside were several gleaming silver needles.

"Old man, I have no grudge against you. You've only owed the Qiao family a favor by working for them. How about this: I'll heal your old chest wound, and your debt to the Qiao family will be wiped clean. What do you say?"

The ghost servant fell silent.

The torrential rain continued to pour down. The two men faced off on the rooftop. One was old and frail, yet exuded a murderous aura, while the other had a playful smile but concealed a sharp edge.

"Can you heal my wounds?" After a long silence, the ghost servant finally spoke, his voice tinged with barely concealed unease.

That old wound tormented him for twenty years, causing him sleepless nights in pain whenever it was rainy, and his internal energy cultivation stagnated as a result.

If it could really be cured...

"Yes, and it will only take seven days," Ye Chen replied confidently.

The ghost servant stared into Ye Chen's eyes for a long time. Doubt, longing, hesitation, and struggle flashed in those cloudy old eyes, finally turning into a long sigh.

"Kid, do you know what favor I owe Old Master Qiao?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know, but I do know one thing: no matter how great human relationships are, they can't outweigh fate."

How many more years does Ghost Servant have left to live? Twenty years? Thirty years? Does he want to live comfortably for those thirty years, or does he want to be tormented by his old wounds until he dies?

The ghost servant fell silent again.

The rain grew heavier, splashing countless bubbles into the puddles on the rooftop.

"Alright, seven days it is. If you cannot heal my injuries within seven days, I will still take your life. I never break my word."

"Deal. Shall we go downstairs and change into dry clothes? At your age, if you get caught in the rain, I'll have to prescribe some cold medicine, which is such a hassle."

The ghost servant looked at the outstretched hand, his lips twitched, but he still reached out and shook hands with him.

That hand was dry, thin, and cold, covered in calluses, and had a strength that could crush bones.

But when Ye Chen grasped his hand, he only squeezed it lightly before letting go.

"The successor of Medicine King Valley?" Ghost Servant muttered under his breath.

"It's genuine, I've been studying it for over twenty years."

The ghost servant reverted to his unapproachable demeanor and coldly said, "Lead the way."

Ye Chen turned and walked downstairs, but stopped at the door and turned back to ask, "By the way, Grandpa, what are you planning to say to Qiao San?"

"I don't need to answer to anyone for what I do. I owe Old Master Qiao a favor, not Qiao San. A good-for-nothing who can't even clean up his own mess, dares to order me around?"

Ye Chen gave a thumbs up: "Good taste."