Chapter 9: Celestial Arts!

Chapter 9: The Heavenly Technique

Qin Yuan immediately took out a black card embossed with golden characters and respectfully handed it over.

“Master Xue, this card is a small token of my gratitude—please accept it as a modest gesture.”

Xue An did not refuse; he took it casually and slipped it into his pocket. Then he called out to the two little girls engrossed in watching television from afar, “Let’s go, let Daddy take you home!”

At that moment, Qin Yuan suddenly turned deathly pale. His body wavered slightly before he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed onto the sofa.

“Grandpa!” Qin Yu was horrified and rushed over.

Qin Yuan’s eyes were vacant, his breathing growing faint.

“What’s wrong with my grandpa?” Qin Yu asked anxiously.

Hua Xingyu quickly stepped forward to check Qin Yuan’s pulse, his brows furrowing deeply.

“Old Master Qin’s pulse is faint and fading; his Yang energy is severely depleted. This is a sign that he’s near death!”

Qin Yu shouted at Xue An, “What’s going on? Didn’t you say you could save my grandpa?”

Xue An replied calmly, “He has been possessed by a malevolent spirit for so long that his Yang energy has been completely drained. Now that the spirit is gone, his life force is naturally collapsing.”

“Then what can be done? Master Hua, is there still hope for my grandpa?” Qin Yu’s tears began to fall.

Hua Xingyu shook his head. “Under these circumstances, even a century-old ginseng wouldn’t save him. Prepare for the worst.”

Qin Yu fell to his knees before Xue An. “Master Xue, I know I’ve been disrespectful to you, but please save my grandpa! If you save him, I will agree to anything!”

Xue An’s expression remained indifferent. He held no fondness for Qin Yu, suspecting that she was behind the troubles of the day.

Just then, Xue, tugging quietly at Xue An’s clothes, whispered, “Daddy, this lady looks so pitiful.”

Only in front of his two daughters did Xue An reveal a gentle demeanor.

“Well, what do you want to do about it?”

Xue Nian, who was busy peeling an orange, suddenly chimed in, “Daddy, help this lady, please. She’s crying so badly.”

Qin Yu found herself both amused and tearful.

To Xue An, however, his daughters’ words were like an imperial decree. He casually pulled out a Peiyuan Pill made from leftover medicinal residues. “Take this, and you’ll be fine.”

Hua Xingyu’s eyes widened, his breathing quickening at the sight of the pill.

“This… this…”

Hua Tingting looked puzzled. “Grandpa, what is it?”

“May I see the pill?” Hua Xingyu asked, as if gazing upon a cherished treasure.

Xue An nodded and tossed the pill to him.

Hua Xingyu fumbled to catch it, staring at the Peiyuan Pill with near-greed. After a moment, he exclaimed in awe,

“A divine technique, truly a divine technique!”

He then bowed to Xue An. “Master Xue, I, Hua Xingyu, have immersed myself in medicine all my life and have never submitted to anyone—not even that ‘High Divine’ fellow. But today, I am utterly convinced.”

“Oh, you have a discerning eye,” Xue An replied.

After administering the pill to Qin Yuan, within minutes his pallid face regained a rosy glow.

He quickly returned to normal.

More than that, even the wrinkles and white hair on his face diminished by more than half.

If before Qin Yuan looked like a man in his seventies, now he resembled a vigorous man in his fifties.

This miraculous transformation thrilled Hua Xingyu beyond measure.

Hua Tingting was completely stunned.

Rejuvenation!

Had anyone told her before today that a single unremarkable pill could achieve this, she would have called them a fraud.

Yet now, witnessing it firsthand, Hua Tingting was speechless.

Her lifelong worldview, built on science, crumbled utterly.

Recalling her earlier mockery of Xue An, her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.

She couldn’t help but steal a glance at Xue An.

At that moment, she realized…

This man was incredibly handsome.

More importantly, Xue An carried an aura of unspoken authority, like a sovereign on high, untouchable and commanding.

Hua Tingting’s heart raced uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Qin Yuan, having comprehended all that had just occurred and sensing the change within himself, bowed deeply to Xue An.

“Master Xue! From this day forth, whatever you command, the Longtai Group will devote every effort without the slightest neglect!”

The weight of this promise caused Qin Yu and Hua Tingting to blanch.

Only Hua Xingyu gazed at Qin Yuan with envy.

He knew this was far from enough.

That Peiyuan Pill—Hua Xingyu was certain that if it appeared in Zhongdu or became known to the great noble families, it would unleash a storm of bloodshed.

After all, a pill capable of restoring a gray-haired elder to youth was beyond the reach of Hua Xingyu himself, the so-called High Divine Physician of Zhongdu, or any medical master in the world.

Qin Yuan might as well have handed over the Longtai Group to Xue An outright.

After all, compared to life, wealth was nothing.

But Xue An only nodded slightly.

“I understand.”

Then he turned to Qin Yu. “You said if I saved your grandpa, you would agree to anything?”

Qin Yu’s heart tightened, but she steeled herself. “Yes.”

“Good. Then drive us home.”

Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, though a small hint of disappointment lingered.

Hua Xingyu urgently exclaimed, “Master, Master, haven’t you forgotten our bet? You said that if I lost, you would accept me or my granddaughter as your disciple!”

Xue An said indifferently, “Did I say that?”

Hua Xingyu nodded vigorously. “You did, you did!”

“But I’ve changed my mind. You’re too old, and your granddaughter… her aptitude in medicine is poor, and she’s too foolish!” With that, Xue An strode away.

Hua Tingting stood there dumbfounded—never before had anyone called her foolish.

“Grandpa, don’t pay him any mind. Why is he so arrogant?”

Hua Xingyu shook his head, bowed once more to Qin Yuan, and left the room.

Outside in the courtyard, gazing upon the vibrant greenery that defied the cold winter, Hua Xingyu sighed deeply.

“Tingting, you don’t understand. This man’s origins may be even more formidable than we imagine.”

Hua Tingting remained silent.

Hua Xingyu plucked a leaf casually. “In my lifetime, to witness such techniques and meet such a person—Hua Xingyu wouldn’t feel he lived in vain. Alas, some fates are destined to remain unfulfilled.”

Qin Yu personally drove, escorting Xue An and his two daughters back to their neighborhood.

The residents were all intimidated by the imposing Maybach and watched from afar in secret.

As Xue An was about to step out of the car, he suddenly said, “Has the Qin family offended someone?”

Qin Yu immediately understood. “Master Xue, you mean…”

“That malevolent spirit was controlled by someone!” Xue An said before alighting.

Qin Yu sat in the car for a moment, then took out her phone and dialed.

“Old Hei, order an investigation immediately. There’s someone meddling behind grandpa’s illness!”

(End of chapter)