Chapter 8

"Everyone stay outside and behave!"

"Dad!"

"Grandpa!"

Upon hearing Xu Tianyang's powerful voice, the three people outside the room were instantly filled with surprise and joy, and dared not make a sound.

By the sickbed, Su Yang had already finished his work and took out a red pill the size of a soybean from a bottle in his pocket, saying, "Take this, and you'll be completely fine. Living for another thirty to fifty years shouldn't be a problem."

After Su Yang used pure Heavenly Qi to unblock all the meridians in Xu Tianyang's body and gathered the cancer cells in his liver to expel them, Xu Tianyang had already fully regained consciousness. However, at this moment, he had not yet recognized Su Yang, only feeling that the young boy in front of him looked familiar.

It wasn't until Su Yang took out the medicine bottle from his pocket that Xu Tianyang was struck as if by lightning. In the next second, he was already in tears, trembling as he said, "I remember, when Xiao Du was seriously injured, the Master gave him a pill from this bottle, and in a few days, the boy was jumping around again..."

"You are the Master... You must be the Master..."

"What Master, what Master. I've told you how many times, call me Mr. Su. The title 'Master' is already outdated."

Meeting an old subordinate from a past life, even a man who had lived for over a thousand years like Su Yang couldn't help but feel a bit inexplicable excitement.

"I don't understand your illness, but I used my True Qi to expel all the toxins from your body through sweat. However, your body is still too weak, and these toxins are quite troublesome. They could easily flare up again, and I might not be able to save you then. Take this Wuji Golden Pill immediately, and you won't have to worry."

"Master, you are really the Master, I've finally waited for you to come back..."

Hearing Su Yang's words, Xu Tianyang sat up straight, wanting to get out of bed to pay his respects, but was held back by Su Yang.

"Don't bother with those complicated formalities. Take the medicine first. After that, you can talk to me for as long as you want."

Xu Tianyang completely ignored Su Yang's youthful appearance as a twelve-year-old boy. The conversation had already fully proven that the young boy in front of him was the benefactor who had given him a new lease on life. He nodded, choking back tears, and swallowed the "Wuji Golden Pill."

Speaking of the "Wuji Golden Pill," it was one of Su Yang's most proud achievements since his ninth rebirth. During his third rebirth, Su Yang became obsessed with alchemy, immersing himself in it for thirty years, and finally gathered the ingredients needed to refine a batch of the legendary "Wuji Golden Pill," which could bring the dead back to life and heal even the most severe injuries.

In the years that followed, Su Yang had also relied on the miraculous effects of the "Wuji Golden Pill" to survive in extremely dangerous situations several times, but more often, he used it to heal his subordinates who followed him.

In this current life, only sixteen of the "Wuji Golden Pills" from the batch he had refined remained. Each pill was a precious life-saving medicine, and it wasn't that Su Yang couldn't refine more, but the ingredients needed to refine a batch of "Wuji Golden Pills" were no longer available in this world.

After all, the main ingredients required to refine the "Wuji Golden Pill," such as the ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng, twelve-leaf golden thread lingzhi, thousand-year-old purple blood ice silkworm, and the inner pearl of the Qiantang River dragon turtle, were already rare even a thousand years ago. After Su Yang refined a batch of pills, they were completely extinct. Trying to gather the ingredients again was like a fairy tale.

This old house in the most bustling area of Shanghai was purchased by Su Yang in his previous life. It covered eight acres, with a building area of over 2,000 square meters and a garden of nearly 3,000 square meters, making it an excellent residence in a bustling area.

At that time, Su Yang had grown tired of Shanghai and dismissed his subordinates, selecting Xu Tianyang to inherit the enormous assets he had accumulated over three years in Shanghai, including this garden house, which was now worth hundreds of millions.

At this moment, Su Yang and Xu Tianyang had been in the house for over four hours. In fact, an hour ago, Xu Tianyang had already refined the power of the "Wuji Golden Pill" and completely cured the liver cancer that should have taken his life.

The time after that was spent reminiscing about the past. Xu Tianyang, a nearly hundred-year-old man, was crying profusely in front of Su Yang, which made his children and grandchildren, who could hear some of the sounds from outside, look at each other in confusion, unsure of what to think.

"Dad, I think I heard Grandpa call Little Mr. Su 'Master'..." Xu Chongyang was puzzled.

"I heard it too. It seems that Grandpa is mistaking Mr. Su's descendant for Mr. Su himself," Xu Caiyi added.

Xu Zongxian frowned, made a gesture to be quiet, and whispered, "Don't disturb Grandpa. Let's talk in a bit."

The three of them moved to a nearby empty room. After a moment's thought, Xu Zongxian said, "I think Grandpa might not have been wrong. The person in the room could very well be Mr. Su."

"What?"

Xu Chongyang had met Su Yang before and immediately widened his eyes, "That's impossible. If Mr. Su were still alive, he would be over 140 years old... But..."

"I understand your thoughts," Xu Zongxian waved his hand, "But the only person who could cure Grandpa's liver cancer in such a short time and make him call him 'Master' in a clear state of mind is Mr. Su from back then. There's no other possibility."

"Also, don't forget the many miraculous stories about Mr. Su that Grandpa often tells us. Returning to youth is impossible for others, but if it happened to Mr. Su, I can accept it."

Xu Caiyi, like Xu Zongxian, had grown up listening to Grandpa's stories about Mr. Su's many miraculous deeds. Influenced by these stories, she had developed a deep admiration for "Mr. Su."

Although such a hypothesis was beyond the scope of modern knowledge, she also agreed, "Brother, you're right. Grandpa has mentioned many times that Mr. Su would return within a hundred years, but never said that it would be Mr. Su's descendant. Now, thinking about it, it wasn't a slip of the tongue."

Xu Chongyang was getting more and more confused, shook his head, and tried to convince himself that this might be the truth, struggling to digest the bizarre explanation from his elders.

Inside the house, Xu Tianyang, with a flushed face, excitedly told Su Yang about the sixty years since he left Shanghai.

"Master, after you left Shanghai, the few of us who had worked with you also dispersed. Apart from me and Xiao Du, the others left Shanghai, some went overseas, and some went to Hong Kong and Macau."

"I followed your advice and focused on developing real industries, and connected with the East India Company to start overseas trade. Using the money you left, I became the richest man in Shanghai in a few years."

"Xiao Du had different ideas. Master, you know, he had bigger ambitions than me. Relying on the connections you had built, he climbed to the top of the Shanghai underworld in less than five years. He was so powerful that even the high officials in the concessions and the Nationalist Party leaders had to show him respect."

"To be honest, it was because of his protection that I could expand the business you left behind."

"What business? That was what I left you. Get to the point," Su Yang habitually touched his nose and frowned.

Having followed Su Yang for over three years, Xu Tianyang knew his temperament well and didn't say more, smiling, "If it weren't for your instructions when you left, I wouldn't have worked so hard. I was just a servant managing your assets. Everything belongs to you."

Su Yang felt a bit helpless, "Don't mention that. Talk about something else."

"Okay."

Xu Tianyang, afraid of saying too much and upsetting Su Yang, quickly nodded, "Later, when the Japanese invaded China, the situation worsened. I wound down most of my businesses and converted most of the funds into gold, which I deposited in a Swiss bank. I haven't touched this gold, and I haven't calculated how much it's worth now, but it must be over a hundred billion."

"As the war intensified, Xiao Du became even more powerful. We maintained contact, but later, I heard that the Japanese were planning to assassinate him. During that time, I stayed at Xiao Du's mansion to help him. In less than three days, we eliminated three waves of Japanese assassins. In the last wave, Xiao Du was hit by a hidden weapon from an Iga ninja and took two years to recover, but the hidden injury stayed with him for life."

"When the Communists took over, Xiao Du went to Hong Kong. He had done many dishonorable things in the past, and in 1952, I received news of his death. Sigh, if it weren't for the hidden injury, he would have lived longer than me."

Hearing the news of his old subordinate's death, Su Yang sighed lightly but didn't show much sorrow. After nine rebirths, he had seen too many partings and deaths, and had become more detached.

"Among those who followed me, Xiao Du had higher potential than you... but he wasn't as steady as you. That's why I left the assets to you and taught you the Kuru Zen method, which requires a calm mind to achieve great success. I left the connections in the Shanghai underworld to him and taught him the 'Sun Breaking Great Technique,' which is based on killing."

"I'll go to Hong Kong if I have the chance. If there's a connection, I'll give his descendants a chance."

Su Yang and Xu Tianyang talked until it was dark, making the three people waiting outside very impatient.

When the door opened, Xu Tianyang, with a radiant face, walked out behind Su Yang, and the three younger generations quickly came forward to greet him.

"Grandpa, who is this?" Xu Zongxian, seeing Su Yang for the first time, was somewhat overwhelmed.

"This is my Master, the benefactor of our Xu family. Kneel and pay your respects."

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