Chapter 10

Seeing Old Huang suddenly sit up, everyone in the room was so frightened that they were speechless. If these people were not all extraordinary, they would have surely thought that Old Huang had risen from the dead.

Zhang Qingyuan looked at Old Huang and smiled slightly, saying, "Old Huang, how are you feeling now?"

Old Huang's face was flushed with a rosy glow as he smiled and said, "So comfortable! I haven't felt this good in a long time!" Hearing the conversation between the two, everyone gathered around in surprise and delight. Huang Zhiguo and his sister hurriedly supported their father, who was trying to stand up, and said with joy, "Dad, you're feeling better, but why don't you lie down again?"

"Humph!" Old Huang forcefully pushed away the two people's arms, ignoring them completely. Instead, he slowly walked to Zhang Qingyuan's side and bowed deeply, saying, "Master Zhang, you are truly a living god, a saint of traditional Chinese medicine. I apologize on behalf of my two good-for-nothing children. Thank you for treating me despite our past grievances. Thank you!"

It turned out that although Old Huang's breath was weak and his eyes were closed, he had heard everything that had just happened clearly.

At Old Huang's level, there were very few people who could be called a master. In his memory, Zhang Qingyuan was the most legendary figure he had ever met. He could not afford to offend him in the slightest and had to befriend him. After all, with Zhang Qingyuan, he could at least gain another lease on life.

At their current status, what else could make them so concerned besides their lives?

"Old Huang, you are too polite. You have been so successful in business and are generous and charitable. Ultimately, you are helping yourself," Zhang Qingyuan said with a smile.

Hearing Zhang Qingyuan's words, Old Huang felt a chill in his heart and a sense of relief. If he had not been so devoted to charity over the years, Master Zhang might not have helped him. This thought only strengthened his resolve to do more charity in the future.

After thanking Zhang Qingyuan, Old Huang turned around and thanked Old Daoist Chengfeng and Jiang Han. If not for them, he would not have had the opportunity to meet Zhang Qingyuan and would not have been able to come back to life. Although Zhang Qingyuan said it would take some time for treatment, the first result was so good that Old Huang was extremely grateful.

After doing all this, Old Huang turned to face Huang Zhiguo and Huang Zhiqin, and grunted heavily, saying, "Kneel down and apologize to Master Zhang!"

"Thud!" "Thud!"

Without a second thought, the Huang siblings knelt down, ready to kowtow and apologize to Zhang Qingyuan. However, they were surprised to find that they could not bend their waists. Huang Zhiguo, who had experienced this before, knew that Zhang Qingyuan was using his power to prevent them from kneeling. Huang Zhiqin, who did not know the situation, changed her expression but, seeing that her brother was in the same situation, remembered how Zhang Qingyuan had prevented her brother from kicking someone earlier, so she did not act rashly.

Zhang Qingyuan, who had restricted their movements, walked forward, helped them up, and released the restriction on their bodies, but did not show off by using his true qi to lift them up.

"How can I let you do that? They were just worried and confused. Filial piety is the foremost of all virtues. They are good," Zhang Qingyuan said with a smile. He then added, "Old Huang, for my sake, don't make it hard for them."

"Ha ha, since Master Zhang has spoken, I will listen," Old Huang said, then scolded his son and daughter, "Aren't you going to thank Master Zhang?"

"Thank you, Master Zhang!" Huang Zhiguo and Huang Zhiqin said respectfully to Zhang Qingyuan, sincerely and without any reluctance. They were even excited to be able to befriend Zhang Qingyuan, just like their father.

"Brother, you really kept this hidden. If it weren't for Yan'er finding you, I wouldn't have known you were a doctor, and such a skilled one at that. You've been watching me make a fool of myself for so many days. You really have a way with words," Old Daoist Chengfeng said with a grin, his face showing no embarrassment but rather excitement.

"Well, I was just afraid of you, so I didn't get involved. Weren't you treating him well enough?" Zhang Qingyuan said bluntly, of course, pretending not to notice the meaning behind Old Daoist Chengfeng's words.

"Hey, I'm telling you, you stole so much bamboo leaf green from me, didn't you think of giving me a little sweetener?" Old Daoist Chengfeng said, very dissatisfied, stroking his beard, his lips trembling.

"You have the nerve to say that. Your lousy wine, I drink it out of respect. And after drinking your wine, other wines taste like nothing. What do you have to say for yourself?" Zhang Qingyuan did not back down.

"You—!" Seeing that Zhang Qingyuan was not budging, Old Daoist Chengfeng's eyes rolled, and he suddenly chuckled, not mentioning the matter again. He suddenly remembered Zhang Qingyuan's aversion to trouble and knew that with so many people around, even if he said more, Zhang Qingyuan would not change his mind.

It would take time, a lot of time.

Old Daoist Chengfeng suddenly looked at his adorable granddaughter, a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Qingyuan and Zhou Ziyuan, seeing Old Daoist Chengfeng's old eyes darting between them, felt a chill run down their spines, thinking that the old man was up to no good.

Seeing that Old Huang's condition had stabilized, Zhang Qingyuan remembered his earlier promise and said, "I said I would help Mr. Huang find some clues. Now I'm going to start the ritual. Don't make a sound."

When Zhang Qingyuan said he would help Huang Zhiguo find clues about the conspiracy, Huang Zhiguo did not take it too seriously. After all, the Huang family had already mobilized all their resources to find out who had the audacity to plot against the head of the Huang family.

Now, seeing Zhang Qingyuan bring up the matter again, Huang Zhiguo realized he was not just being polite, but he did not know what method Zhang Qingyuan would use to find the clues.

Zhang Qingyuan took out a yellow paper, a brush, and a box of prepared cinnabar from a small bag he carried.

Seeing these items, everyone except Old Daoist Chengfeng, who looked delighted, was puzzled. Only Old Huang and Wang Daozi were somewhat skeptical. Although they thought it might be a talisman, wasn't drawing a talisman superstitious? But, considering Zhang Qingyuan's mysterious abilities, they chose to watch curiously.

Despite their surprise, no one dared to look down on Zhang Qingyuan. Although Jiang Han thought it looked like superstition, he was deeply impressed by Zhang Qingyuan and, despite his doubts, remained silent and calm.

As for the others, they did not dare to make a sound.

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Zhang Qingyuan was indeed going to draw a talisman. Of course, his talisman technique came from his master and was systematically learned. The talismans are divided into four ranks: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow. The Heaven rank is the highest, and the Yellow rank is the lowest. Each rank is further divided into upper, middle, and lower grades.

With Zhang Qingyuan's current cultivation, he could basically draw all Yellow rank talismans, and due to his lineage, he could draw one successfully every time.

As for the Mystic rank, with his current cultivation, drawing ten might result in one success, and drawing a Mystic rank talisman would consume ten times more true qi than a Yellow rank.

Everyone in the room, including the two young men standing guard at the door, watched Zhang Qingyuan with wide eyes, eager to witness this "miracle."

The brush moved like a dragon and a phoenix, swift and graceful!

Drawing a talisman not only requires the infusion of one's own true qi but also the invocation of the elemental forces of heaven and earth. Otherwise, the talisman would not have such great power.

As Zhang Qingyuan's brush strokes fell, the red cinnabar on the yellow paper seemed to come to life, moving continuously on the paper. As the elemental forces were drawn in, the strokes of the talisman glowed a deep red. If one looked closely, a faint golden light could be seen shimmering, captivating the heart.