Chapter 82: Is it really that divine?

  The empty villa became lively with the arrival of Jiang Huifang and her daughter Jiang Hongyan, and Yin's laughter echoed throughout the house all night.

  The starry sky is resplendent, with no clouds for thousands of miles.

  On the attic of the villa, Zhang Yi looked out at the bright lights of the southern city of Beijing in the distance, feeling exceptionally grounded. Compared to before, after coming to Beijing, he was much busier, but he felt very fulfilled and liked this feeling.

  "It's been several months since I left Fengcheng County, and I've hardly called Dad. I don't know how he's doing now! And as for Master, after receiving news from his two sworn brothers, the worries that have been buried for years should also be let go of, right?"

  The night wind was slightly cool, and Zhang Yi's vital energy slowly flowed through his meridians. Although he could extract spiritual energy from the air, it was thin and pitiful.

  A figure appeared beside Zhang Yi under the starlight, and with a gentle breeze, Jiang Hongyan's slightly magnetic voice sounded: "It's so late, why aren't you resting yet?"

  Zhang Yi turned his head, looking at Jiang Hongyan who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him, gazing into the distance, and said calmly: "In recent months, there have been too many things happening, let's take a break, calm down and sort out our thoughts."

  Jiang Hongyan said: "In the past, at home, there were parents to shield from the wind and rain, and in school, there were teachers to educate. But when entering university, it's like entering a small society. Although I haven't attended university myself, I've heard things through the grapevine and have some understanding. As one grows up, they will encounter all sorts of things and people, and everything can only be shouldered by oneself. If one can withstand life's tests, then they can walk even more firmly."

  In Zhang Yi's heart, Jiang Hongyan's words echoed.

  His gaze turned back to the distance.

  A wound that he never wanted to mention again was opened in his heart, a faint stinging sensation made his eyes slightly cold.

  Having a father but no mother!

  A wild kid who popped out of nowhere!

  This language accompanied him through his childhood, indelible scars of harm branded on his heart, bloody and painful.

  The atmosphere in silence is somewhat solemn.

  Jiang Hongyan withdrew her gaze and looked at Zhang Yi's cold face. After a moment of hesitation, she said in a low voice:

  "Thank you."

  Zhang Yi suppressed that pain in his heart, shook his head and didn't look at Jiang Hongyan again, turned around and walked towards the entrance downstairs:

  "It's late, go to bed early!"

  The capital city of Beijing.

  The big yard of the Yue family was brightly lit, just like daylight.

  Two majestic stone lions, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, stood upright beside the crimson gate. Two soldiers, clad in olive green and grasping firearms, stood guard with icy expressions.

  When the street came to an end, the taxi slowed down and stopped outside the gate. Mei Jianhai paid the fare and stepped out of the car.

  "Hello, private residence, no trespassing."

  Mei Jianhai looked at the soldier blocking his way and said in a deep voice, "Go inside and report that Mei, the elder brother of Yue Chensheng, has an urgent matter to see him!"

  Two soldiers standing guard looked at each other, and one of them nodded and rushed into the courtyard.

  Clean and tidy, with a classical style of three courtyards, at the gate outside, there are two soldiers standing guard in military uniform, while in the dark corners, many strong men in disguise are hidden.

  The Yue family is a prominent family in the capital, and in terms of strength and status, they can definitely rank among the top three families in the capital. Yue Chen Sheng was once a national elder, with a prestigious identity. His two brothers are also influential figures in the country, one of whom is in politics, while the other serves in the military.

  As for the descendants below, they are all considered elite and outstanding, some are in politics, some are in the military, and some are struggling to make a career in the business world.

  Yue Chen Sheng is the most authoritative head of the Yue family.

  As long as he is alive, the Yue family can rest easy and their prosperity will never decline. If he dies, although the Yue family won't collapse, their actual power within the country will be greatly discounted, and they will inevitably fall from being a top-notch influential family to a second-rate one.

  In the old-fashioned house, Yue Chen Sheng lay on the sickbed, his face as pale as paper, his spirit weak and listless, his dry lips, his emaciated body like a withered twig, looking like he was on his last breath.

  By the bedside, Xitu Wenyan, with an otherworldly beauty, yet carrying a faint sorrow, sat upright in her chair, holding Yuesheng's left hand with both of hers, and softly said:

  "Grandfather, you really won't let me invite him over? He can cure patients with mid-term liver cancer, I believe he can also cure yours!"

  Yue Chen forced a faint smile, shaking his head and saying: "Don't struggle anymore, mid-term cancer patients may still have a one in a thousand chance of recovery, but late-stage cancer is already a death sentence. Xiao Wan... cough, what a pity! Your grandfather won't be able to see you wear your wedding dress on the day you get married."

  Situ Wenyan's eyes were filled with tears, and she silently shook her head.

  A middle-aged man walked in from outside the house door with a gloomy expression on his face. He glanced at Situ Wenjuan before speaking to Yue Chen Sheng, who was lying on the bed: "Dad, Uncle Mei has arrived. I've already sent someone to invite him in."

  Yue Chen's eyes lit up, and his depressed spirit was also shocked. The smile on his face became even more intense as he muttered: "This old guy is still messing around! He has already made three trips here in two months. Birth, aging, illness, and death - can't he see through it all?"

  Yue Xuefeng, Yue Chensheng's eldest son.

  Seeing his father's spirits lifted a lot, he rarely had a smile on his face and said: "This is Uncle Mei showing concern for you."

  One minute later.

  Mei Jianhai walked in from outside, and when his eyes fell on Situ Wenwen, he was taken aback for a moment. Then, a bitter smile appeared on his old face, shaking his head and saying: "I forgot that Situ Wenwen is your granddaughter. Since she knows what Zhang Yi did, she will probably come back at the first opportunity. It seems I'm making unnecessary trouble."

  Relying on his bedridden body, Yue Chen Sheng's face showed a puzzled expression as he asked: "Old Mei, what do you mean? Why can't I understand your words anymore?"

  Mei Jianhai was taken aback and immediately turned his head to look at Situ Wenyan, asking in puzzlement: "Didn't you tell your grandfather Zhang Yi about this?"

  Situ Wenjuan said: "I've mentioned it before, but I didn't mention Zhang Yi's name. My grandfather doesn't believe me and is unwilling to make a fuss about it, and I was just about to persuade him."

  Mei Jianhai suddenly said: "Xuefeng, pack up the things, arrange a special plane, and prepare to send Old Yue to Jingshan City for treatment."

  Yue Xuefeng was shocked: "Someone in Jingnan City can cure my father? How is this possible?"

  Mei Jianhai said: "Old Fang was diagnosed with mid-term liver cancer two days ago, but after Zhang Yi's treatment, just one night later, the next day when he went to the hospital for a check-up, it had already reduced to early-stage liver cancer. Zhang Yi said that in the treatment of late-stage cancer, there is no 100% guarantee, but there is also an 80% or so success rate."

  Yue Xuefeng's eyes widened in an instant, his body trembling with excitement, and he immediately exclaimed: "Great, great, I'll go arrange it right away!"

  Mei Jianhai said in a low voice, "Xuefeng, remember to keep this matter confidential. Except for the core members of your family, I don't want anyone else to know about it. This is also Zhang Yi's intention!"

  "I understand."

  Yue Xuefeng nodded heavily and ran out after finishing speaking.

  Yue Chen Sheng deeply understood the character of this old friend of many years, he never did anything without being sure, this time he rushed to Beijing from afar, was it just to go to Jingnan City for a medical examination?

  How come!

  That young man named Zhang Yi, is he really so amazing?

  "Lao Mei, is it really necessary? Listening to you guys, that Zhang Yi is a young man, right? Can his medical skills really cure even late-stage lung cancer?"

  "I can describe it in eight words: Magical hands bring spring back, transcending the ordinary."

  Yue Chen Sheng was shocked and said: "So, he's even more powerful than those national medical masters back home?"

  Mei Jianhai shook his head and said: "I'm not clear, but he's great in treating cancer."

  Yue Chen Sheng sighed and said, "Since you and my granddaughter both think so highly of him, I agree then. Man proposes, God disposes. If it's really my fate to die like this, then it's because heaven wants to take me."

  Mei Jianhai said in a low voice: "Old Yue, the most important thing for you now is to muster up your courage and fight against the disease. Zhang Yi needs a few things to treat your and Old Fang's cancer, and Old Fang is already preparing them. I believe they will be ready soon."

  Si-tu Wen-wen, who was standing beside him, curiously asked: "Master Mei, does he need anything else? What does he need?"

  Mei Jianhai smiled wryly: "Eight pieces of iron crystal, eight strands of heavenly silkworm silk, and one genuine antique."

  What?

  Situ Wen's face stiffened, and the puzzled look in her eyes deepened.

  Soul Gathering Formation!

  Zhang Yi wants these things, obviously it's for setting up a Spirit Gathering Array!

  He is not an ancient warrior! What's the point of setting up a soul-gathering array?

  A certain entertainment club in Beijing.

  In the spacious VIP suite, colorful lights flashed, and the explosive music was deafening.

  Yu Yang held a glass of foreign liquor, smoking a cigarette, sitting quietly in the corner thinking about his troubles. While beside him four or five young people were hugging beautiful young girls, laughing and drinking together.

  The door of the private room was pushed open with force.

  A robust young man walked up to Yue Yang with quick steps, bent down and whispered in his ear: "Big brother, Yan Huiying has arrived. He wants to see you."

  Yue Yang raised an eyebrow and asked, "Isn't he seriously injured from being beaten up? Shouldn't he still be lying in the hospital?"

  The robust young man shook his head and said: "I'm not sure about that, but he came in a wheelchair."

  Yue Yang nodded slowly, clapped his hands loudly and said: "Turn off the music, change the lighting in the private room, and let all the women leave first."

  A moment later.

  In the brightly lit private room, only Yue Yang and those four or five young men with confused faces were left.

  "Brother Yue, I have something to ask of you."

  Yan Huiying sat in a wheelchair and was pushed in front of Yue Yang. Her face twisted in bitterness as she spoke.

  Yue Yang said faintly: "You are very good at this kind of thing, if you can't even do it, how could I possibly succeed? So, let's not mention the things we want to ask for."

  Yan Hui Xing handed over a beautifully packaged gift box to Yue Yang and said, "Brother Yue, this is a Qi Stagnation Pill. After taking it, within a short period of time, the true energy inside a martial artist's body will increase several times."

  Yue Yang's expression changed slightly, he took over the gift box, weighed it for a while, and then said faintly: "What do you want me to help you with?"

  Yan Hui's eyes gleamed with venom as he said, "The one who injured me this time is a bastard named Zhang Yi. I'd like to ask Brother Yue for help in finding him."

  "Alright, you can go now," said Yue Yang. "After you get back, send me a text message with all the information you have about him."

  "Thanks, Uncle Yue!"

  The swallow returned with gratitude.