Chapter 8

"Y-You, how can you be so unambitious?"

Old Mr. Xu was so angry that his mustache and eyes were flaring. He was about to scold Xu Yi a few sentences when he saw Xu Yi slowly stand up, unbutton his clothes, and reveal a rough chest. His body was very strong, with eight well-proportioned abs on his abdomen, resembling a finely crafted bulletproof vest.

However, the only thing that marred this beauty was a thin black line on Xu Yi's left chest.

"Xiao Yi, what, what is this?"

Old Mr. Xu's heart skipped a beat. He remembered what Chisongzi said twenty years ago, and his face suddenly turned grave. He quickly walked to Xu Yi, pointed at the black line on his chest, and said, "Tell your grandfather the truth, is your illness not cured?"

"Son, speak, speak up?"

Xu Zhengchun was also stunned. He had just wanted to take advantage of the old man's anger to persuade his son, but he never expected the situation to change so quickly. Although he didn't know what the thin line on his son's body was, he knew it couldn't be good.

"Grandfather, how could the Three Yang Pulse be so easy to cure?"

Xu Yi's face showed a bitter smile. "For all these years, my master has been using his true qi to suppress it and prevent it from flaring up. Once this thin line reaches my left chest, my life will be over."

"How, how, how can this be?"

Old Mr. Xu was stunned, his hands trembling. "How could Chisongzi let you come down the mountain without curing you?"

"Grandfather, you can't blame my master. Over the years, to suppress the Three Yang Pulse, his own cultivation has stagnated. I can't stay with my master forever. Besides, I can now use the true qi in my dantian to suppress the Three Yang Pulse."

Xu Yi shook his head. In fact, since he was twenty, he had started using the true qi in his dantian to suppress the Three Yang Pulse, making his master work hard for eighteen years, causing his master's cultivation to stagnate.

Since he could now use true qi to suppress the Three Yang Pulse, he no longer needed to trouble his master.

"Ah, even your master couldn't cure you completely?"

Old Mr. Xu was stunned, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. He stumbled and fell backward. Xu Yi was startled and quickly stepped forward to catch the old man.

"Dad, what's wrong, what's wrong?" Xu Zhengchun was also startled and quickly rushed to Xu Yi's side, looking at Old Mr. Xu with concern.

Xu Yi didn't speak, helping Old Mr. Xu sit on the sofa. He quickly opened a box, picked up a silver needle, and swiftly inserted it.

After a moment, Old Mr. Xu slowly regained consciousness. Xu Zhengchun secretly sighed in relief. If the old man fell ill because of his son, he would truly become a sinner to the Xu family. The Xu family's current status was built on the old man's health.

After all, the Xu family was not a prominent family in the capital. The Xu family's current status was due to the old man. If the old man fell ill, the Xu family would gradually decline. After all, Xu Zhengchun was only a deputy ministerial-level official. With the old man, he still had some influence.

If the old man fell ill, Xu Zhengchun's chances of advancing further would be slim. The political arena was never short of talent.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I won't die anytime soon."

Old Mr. Xu slowly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up. Xu Yi immediately poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him. The old man took the cup, drank some water, and leaned back on the sofa. Xu Yi took the cup and placed it on the coffee table.

"Older Brother, forget it, let the child do what he wants, as long as he doesn't break the law, we should try to satisfy his wishes." Old Mr. Xu leaned back in the chair, looking at Xu Yi gently. "Child, you said you can suppress the Three Yang Pulse, but there's no way to cure it completely, right?"

"Grandfather, I don't know if there's a way to cure it completely. I only heard my master say that over thousands of years, there have only been a few cases of the Three Yang Pulse. The person who lived the longest only lived to be twenty-eight."

Xu Yi chuckled, his smile becoming brighter as he looked at the black line on his chest. "I'm already twenty-three, and I don't know when this black line will reach my left chest. But I've learned martial arts, so I don't think I'll only live to be twenty-eight."

Xu Zhengchun's face was pale, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything. He slumped onto the sofa, grabbing his hair with both hands, letting out low, deep growls.

"Dad, you don't need to be sad. I'm fine, right?"

Xu Yi walked to Xu Zhengchun's side. "Besides, my master said he has read my fate and I'm not destined for a short life. If something were to happen, my master wouldn't let me come down the mountain. Since he let me come down, it must mean my opportunity has come."

As he said this, Xu Yi's voice paused, a flash of inspiration crossing his mind. Could it be that this time his master let him come down the mountain because of a great opportunity? Otherwise, after he returned to the mountain, his master didn't even test his martial arts skills before letting him come down, which was absolutely impossible given his master's character.

Moreover, his master was always cautious, so he wouldn't let him come down the mountain rashly.

"Grandfather, Dad, this matter must not be told to anyone else besides the three of us." Xu Yi remembered something. "Not even Mom, to avoid worrying her."

Xu Zhengchun nodded, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

Old Mr. Xu leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. Xu Yi looked at their expressions, wanting to comfort them but not knowing how to express it, feeling regretful for telling them this news.

"Xiao Yi, go take a shower and rest well."

Old Mr. Xu slowly sat up, a determined look in his cloudy eyes. "Remember, your illness will definitely be cured. Grandfather will definitely not let anything happen to you."

"Grandfather, my master said I have great fortune and great opportunity in my fate. How could I die so easily?" Xu Yi laughed, standing up. "But tomorrow, I want to go to Dad's office and take a look."

Xu Zhengchun was stunned. "To my office? What's there to see?"

"Dad, I just want to go to where you work and take a look at our home."

Xu Yi's heart stirred. This might be an opportunity. The person who set up the feng shui array to gather negative energy and disrupt Dad's fortune must have done it either at his office or at home.

Only by helping Dad remove this hidden danger could Xu Yi feel at ease to live his life as a young playboy.

Xu Zhengchun felt a pang of sadness, remembering his son's twenty years of hardship on Changbai Mountain. His heart was touched, and he nodded. "Alright, son, come with me to the office tomorrow."

He paused, looking at Old Mr. Xu. "Dad, let Xiao Yi stay with me tonight, and he'll come to see you in a few days."

"Alright, alright, go back."

Old Mr. Xu waved his hand wearily and slowly closed his eyes.

The residential complex of the National Development and Reform Commission was located in the city's third ring. The environment was very nice, with good greenery, and the buildings stood tall in the night.

"Son, we're home."

Yuan Fangfei opened the car door and briefly introduced the complex. Xu Yi glanced around, immediately ruling out the possibility of a feng shui array being set up in the complex.

So, the feng shui array must be in Dad's office. He had also checked the place where the old man lived, and there was no feng shui array. The military compound was full of old generals, all of whom had fought in battles, and the positive energy there was too strong to set up a feng shui array.

"Grandma, open the door, open the door, we're back."

A little girl ran past Xu Yi, calling out in a childish voice. A young man followed her, carrying something and nodding politely at Xu Zhengchun and the others.

Xu Yi's heart stirred, suddenly remembering something. "Mom, I remember when Grandma passed away, she wanted her ashes to be buried in our hometown in Jiangnan. I didn't even come to see her off. I want to go back to the hometown and take a look."

"Son, why do you want to go back to the hometown? We haven't been there for many years."

Yuan Fangfei frowned. "We are all very busy and don't have time to go with you."

"Mom, I don't need you to go with me. I'm old enough to go by myself, right?" Xu Yi chuckled, almost forgetting the most important point. The feng shui array was most likely set up in Jiangnan, as Dad was the deputy director of the National Development and Reform Commission, and his office wasn't a place where just anyone could easily enter and tamper with.

On the contrary, Jiangnan was the most likely place for someone to tamper with, as it was far from the capital, and the family hadn't been there for many years, so no one would know if someone had tampered with it.

"Xiao Fei, let the child go back and take a look. After all, it's our hometown."

Xu Zhengchun spoke up. "But, son, didn't you say you wanted to go to my office?"

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