Chapter 2: The Whereabouts of My Younger Sister

“What’s wrong? You don’t believe me?” Qin Yu shot Xiaoya a glare.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Xiaoya shuddered involuntarily and hurriedly apologized, “Divine Doctor, I realize my mistake. Please, save my lady!”

In her desperation, Xiaoya was about to kneel, but Qin Yu stopped her. “Don’t panic. Have your lady lie down first. I’ll begin the treatment right away.”

As her lady’s personal maid, Xiaoya was well aware that her mistress suffered from heart and lung failure, an illness incurable by medicine. Over the years, the family had summoned countless renowned doctors for Mingyue, but they could only temporarily delay the disease, never cure it.

According to their prognosis, Mingyue would not live past twenty.

Yet, seeing the confidence and resolve in Qin Yu’s eyes, Xiaoya bit her lip and spoke with a tremulous voice, “Divine Doctor, I’m ready. Please hurry, or it will be too late!”

Time was pressing; Qin Yu dared not waste a moment. He retrieved seven white silver needles from his universe pouch and successively inserted them into Mingyue’s body.

His movements were fluid and calm, utterly unhurried. In contrast, Xiaoya’s forehead was beaded with fragrant sweat, her lovely eyes fixed tightly on Qin Yu, anxiety gripping her throat.

Everyone in the cabin, much like Xiaoya, watched Qin Yu with worry.

After a short while, Mingyue began to respond—her body stirred slightly.

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was a handsome and resolute face.

Qin Yu’s eyes met hers, and Mingyue’s cheeks flushed faintly. She was about to speak when Xiaoya, overcome with emotion, interrupted, “Miss, you lost consciousness just now! If this young divine doctor hadn’t intervened, I fear… the worst might have happened…”

Listening to Xiaoya’s words, Mingyue roughly understood what had taken place.

“Thank you, sir, for saving my life,” Mingyue whispered weakly.

Qin Yu waved his hand. “It was my duty. However, your illness has reached a critical stage. The acupuncture just now only cleared your meridians; now, I need to use my true energy to repair them. Otherwise, you will surely die within a month.”

“Ah?!” Mingyue was momentarily stunned, but soon regained her composure. She lay back down and closed her eyes. “Then I must trouble you again, sir.”

Qin Yu removed the silver needles, then placed his hand on Mingyue’s lower abdomen.

Feeling the smooth, snow-white skin beneath his palm, Qin Yu paused for a moment, then focused and began channeling his true energy.

At this moment, Mingyue felt a warm current flowing from her abdomen, gradually spreading through her entire body. Wherever the warmth reached, she felt an inexplicable tingling and relaxation.

The sensation was so pleasant that a few soft, delicate breaths escaped her lips.

“Mmm…”

The sound was enchanting, stirring the imagination.

Once he completed a cycle, Qin Yu stopped and spoke softly, “All right, you can open your eyes now.”

Mingyue opened her eyes once more, and upon seeing Qin Yu, her cheeks flushed again.

“I made such embarrassing sounds just now. He must have heard them—how mortifying.”

She wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

“Your illness is no longer a concern. There’s no need to worry anymore,” Qin Yu assured her.

Just then, the flight attendant’s announcement echoed through the cabin: “We are about to arrive at Haishi. Passengers preparing to disembark, please get ready.”

“I have reached my destination and must prepare to leave. Until fate brings us together again,” Qin Yu said, straightening his slightly disheveled clothes, and stepped into the exit corridor.

“Sir, my grandfather suffers from a terminal illness. Might I ask you to treat him?” Mingyue’s gentle, melodious voice called from behind.

Qin Yu turned to look at her. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“May I ask your name, sir?” Mingyue pressed.

“Qin Yu of the Qin family in Haishi.”

As Qin Yu’s figure gradually faded from view, Mingyue murmured those words again and again—Qin Yu of the Qin family…

…

After leaving the plane, Qin Yu relied on memory to make his way by car to the Qin family’s old residence in Haishi.

But upon arrival, he was greeted by the sight of utter ruin and devastation, filling his heart with anger.

Once, the Qin family was the foremost clan in Haishi, their business spanning the length and breadth of the land, with three cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage presiding over the family, basking in glory.

Had it not been for the scheming of the Zhang, Wang, and Li families, his clan would not have been exterminated, leaving only him and his long-lost sister…

“Ah! If this vengeance is not repaid, I shall not rest as a man!” Qin Yu cried out to the heavens, his hatred overwhelming.

Just then, an aged voice called from behind him.

“Young Master Yu, is that you?”

Qin Yu turned and saw the speaker.

It was Steward Liu, once the loyal servant of the Qin family.

“Grandpa Liu, it’s me, Qin Yu!” Seeing an old acquaintance, Qin Yu’s eyes reddened as he stepped forward to embrace Liu. “I never expected to see you again!”

“Young Master Yu, it truly is you. Heaven must have eyes to leave the Qin family a surviving branch!” Tears streamed down Liu’s face, emotion overwhelming him. “In those days, I was indebted to your father, yet powerless to prevent the family’s downfall. The regret has haunted me ever since.”

“Grandpa Liu, you are not to blame for what happened. Don’t dwell on it. Alas, it is my sister who suffered most. To this day, her whereabouts are unknown.”

Mention of his sister brought a glimmer to Liu’s eyes. “Young Master Yu, I know where she is!”

“Where?” Qin Yu asked urgently.

“I heard that after the Qin family was destroyed, the Li family took your sister away. Over the years, they forced her into hard labor, made her live in a kennel, tormenting her until she was barely human… Oh, and recently, I heard the Li family sent her to the Haitian Nightclub…” Liu’s voice trailed off.

“Those beasts!” Qin Yu’s jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. “Someday, I’ll see every last one of those devils die without a grave!”

“Young master, you’re the last of the Qin family. Don’t do anything reckless!” Liu pleaded anxiously.

“Grandpa Liu, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Stay safe at home for now. Once I’ve settled things, I’ll come for you.”

Liu nodded. “Take care, young master!”

Bidding Liu farewell, Qin Yu hailed a car and headed straight for the Haitian Nightclub.

But as soon as he reached the club’s entrance, two security guards stopped him.

“Hey kid, what are you doing here? This is a nightclub, not a place for paupers like you. Get lost!” one of the guards snarled.

“Pauper? Watch your mouth, or I’ll beat you so hard you’ll be picking your teeth off the floor,” Qin Yu retorted contemptuously.

“Well, aren’t you bold! Looks like you won’t cry until you see the coffin!”

The two guards exchanged glances, quickly drew plastic batons from their belts, and swung them at Qin Yu’s head.