Chapter 7

Sighing, Su Yang boldly walked inside. Surprisingly, such a grand garden villa had no security guard. It wasn't until Su Yang crossed the garden and came to the front of the house, knocking on the door, that a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit came out from inside.

"This is a private residence, not open to the public."

"Oh, does the owner of this house have the surname Xu?" A faint smile flickered across Su Yang's lips as he said this lightly.

Hearing Su Yang's words, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, his eyes revealing a complex look. He then shook his head and said, "You must have the wrong place. The owner here has the surname Su."

"Surname Su..."

Su Yang repeated it with deep meaning, a bit excited. Suddenly, he blurted out a seemingly irrelevant question, "Is Xu Tianyang still alive?"

The middle-aged man looked at Su Yang curiously, "How do you know my grandfather's name?"

Hearing this, Su Yang became interested. He sized up the middle-aged man and then shook his head, "You are Tianyang's grandson. I never thought this kid would have a grandson. Haha, not bad, he even passed the 'Kurou Chanfa' to you. But your cultivation is terrible; you haven't even reached the second level."

Su Yang's shocking words would have left anyone else bewildered, but the middle-aged man's expression changed repeatedly, and his gaze suddenly became more fervent.

The 'Kurou Chanfa' was a family secret known by only a few in the Xu family. Apart from the person who had taught it to his grandfather back then, no one else in the world could know about it.

"You are... a descendant of Mr. Su..."

If Xu Chongyang hadn't heard so many miraculous stories about "Mr. Su" from his grandfather since childhood, and if his grandfather hadn't always mentioned that name, he would never have associated this handsome young man with "Mr. Su." Even now, he only connected Su Yang with a descendant of "Mr. Su."

Su Yang touched his nose and said, "Don't think too much. Is Tianyang still living here?"

Hearing Su Yang mention his grandfather, Xu Chongyang's originally excited expression dimmed, and he looked worried, "Grandfather has never left this place." However, he didn't notice how Su Yang addressed Xu Tianyang.

Hearing the sadness in Xu Chongyang's voice, Su Yang's expression changed, "Could it be that Tianyang is no longer around?"

"No, Grandfather is still alive, but he was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer two years ago. If it weren't for his deep inner strength suppressing the spread of cancer cells, such a serious illness would have killed an ordinary person within half a year. But he refuses to be hospitalized for treatment. I'm afraid he won't last much longer."

At this point, Xu Chongyang already regarded Su Yang as one of his own. It wasn't because he was naive and easily deceived, but because the family's education had made him believe that this young man, who could immediately identify the 'Kurou Chanfa,' had a significant connection to the Xu family's benefactor.

"Cancer? Is it a serious illness?"

Hearing that Xu Tianyang was still alive, Su Yang felt much relieved. His last time in the world was over sixty years ago, so he naturally didn't know that cancer was the most deadly disease of the 20th century.

Xu Chongyang didn't know how to explain it either, so he simply led the way, "Little Mr. Su, come with me, and you'll see. Perhaps Grandfather will feel better when he sees you, and his condition might improve."

Following Xu Chongyang, Su Yang arrived at the door of a room on the third floor of the old villa without any hindrance.

"Little Mr. Su, please go in. Grandfather's condition is very serious. He is sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. I don't know if he will recognize you."

"Calculating, Tianyang should be over ninety years old..."

Su Yang sighed and entered the room. He saw an old man with white hair wearing an oxygen mask, his eyes vacant and staring at the ceiling, seemingly having lost his mind. He didn't even react when someone entered the room.

During the early stages of World War II, Su Yang had established a base in Shanghai, though it was just a whim. However, he had a group of followers who helped him build his empire.

After Su Yang quietly left Shanghai, most of these people scattered and made names for themselves. Among them, Xu Tianyang and a young man surnamed Du stood out the most.

However, their development paths were different. Xu Tianyang went into business, while the young man surnamed Du took the gangster route. Due to their past relationship of following Su Yang, they often helped each other, which was the key reason for their rapid rise.

But there was one difference: the development path Xu Tianyang took was specifically pointed out by Su Yang when he left, and Su Yang also left him a substantial amount of money as startup capital.

This house was also left to Xu Tianyang by Su Yang. When Su Yang got tired of Shanghai and planned to travel the world, he chose Xu Tianyang to take over all his businesses in Shanghai. Of course, he didn't neglect the people who had followed him.

Looking at the old man on the bed, who was on the verge of death, Su Yang felt a lump in his throat and murmured, "Tianyang, do you remember when I left, I promised to come back and see you within a hundred years?"

"Now I'm back, but you're about to kick the bucket. Damn it, even if the King of Hell wants to take you, I'll bring you back." Recalling the past, Su Yang thought fiercely.

"Kid, close the door."

Suddenly, Su Yang shouted at Xu Chongyang standing outside the door, "Without my permission, don't let anyone in. With me here, your grandfather won't die."

Without waiting for Xu Chongyang's response, Su Yang waved his hand, and the two copper-clad doors closed with a "bang" as if pushed by an invisible hand.

Xu Chongyang, who witnessed this, stood dumbfounded outside the door for a moment.

It took him a while to recover. The air palm technique Su Yang used was something he had seen his grandfather use before. Although Xu Tianyang could also use it to close a heavy door from a distance of over five meters, he couldn't do it as effortlessly as Su Yang.

"Grandfather might really have a chance to be saved..."

As a 21st-century citizen, Xu Chongyang shouldn't have had such thoughts, but he was from the Xu family and had inherited the 'Kurou Chanfa.' He also knew from his grandfather about the various miracles "Mr. Su" had performed in Shanghai.

Xu Chongyang had a blind trust in this "Little Mr. Su," a kind of fervent admiration that came from deep within. Especially when Su Yang used the air palm technique to close the door, it further solidified his belief.

Su Yang knew nothing about medicine, but if he claimed to be the second most knowledgeable about the human body's meridians and organs, no one in the world could claim to be the first.

Placing his hand on Xu Tianyang's wrist, he released a thread of the vast true qi into his body. Immediately, a pervasive and indelible grayish deathly aura swept through.

If he had come a few days later, Tianyang would have been buried.

Su Yang grunted, and the vast true qi surged into Xu Tianyang's body, guiding his circulation and opening his meridians.

This kind of heaven-defying technique, akin to transmitting power, was something only he dared to attempt. Other internal martial arts experts, even with extraordinary inner strength, couldn't transmit such a large amount of true qi to someone else without damaging themselves.

Xu Tianyang was nearly a hundred years old. If he were an ordinary person, his body would be on the verge of collapse. However, having practiced the 'Kurou Chanfa' for seventy to eighty years, his inner strength had reached a very high level, and his physical functions were well-maintained, equivalent to those of a person in their fifties or sixties.

However, the problem was that he had relied on his robust body and deep inner strength to suppress his illness for a year. When he could no longer suppress it, the disease erupted, causing far more damage to his body than if it had developed naturally.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Yang's forehead was covered in fine sweat. Finally, Xu Tianyang, who had been lying motionless, slightly turned his head.

Following this, his own deep inner strength also awakened from its dormant state, circulating through his meridians along with the vast true qi Su Yang had infused into his body.

"Good kid, you've actually cultivated the 'Kurou Chanfa' to the sixth level. Among the few rascals who followed me back then, you weren't the most talented, but you were definitely the most hardworking."

At this moment, Su Yang still had the leisure to think, while Xu Chongyang, waiting outside the door, was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

"It's been two hours, why hasn't there been any movement..."

"This is such a big deal, I should inform Dad and the others."

Xu Chongyang made several phone calls in a row. Although he was anxious, he didn't dare to push the door open and enter the room.

Soon, two luxury cars drove into the garden outside the old villa.

The first to arrive was Xu Tianyang's eldest son, Xu Chongyang's father, Xu Zongxian, who, despite being over sixty, looked no more than in his early forties. He scolded Xu Chongyang as soon as he came in.

"You're really being reckless, how could you let a stranger treat your grandfather? Come with me, and we'll get him out."

"Dad, no."

Xu Chongyang stepped in front of the door and said, "The person treating Grandfather is a descendant of Mr. Su. I called you to wait with me."

Hearing the name "Mr. Su," Xu Zongxian was stunned, "Are you sure the person inside is a descendant of Mr. Su?"

"Yes, he recognized that I have only cultivated the 'Kurou Chanfa' to the second level."

"I hope you haven't made a mistake."

Xu Zongxian took a step forward but ultimately decided not to break the door, "If he is truly a descendant of Mr. Su, perhaps the old man will improve."

Next, Xu Zongxian's younger sister arrived, and Xu Chongyang used the same reason to keep her outside the door.

Xu Caiyi was the youngest of the second generation in the Xu family, sixteen years younger than her elder brother Xu Zongxian. Due to the Xu family's inheritance of the 'Kurou Chanfa,' Xu Caiyi looked like a thirty-year-old woman, with no signs of aging on her delicate oval face.

"Chongyang, how long has the descendant of Mr. Su been inside? Why hasn't there been any movement?"

Despite her position as the CEO of two listed companies, Xu Caiyi had a typical short temper. After waiting for half an hour at the door, she was about to break in.

Just as Xu Chongyang was about to answer, a voice they were all too familiar with suddenly came from inside the room.