Chapter 1 of 100
Chapter 1
17 min read4,166 words
At noon, the sky was a deep blue, the scorching sun hung high, and the sunlight poured down, baking the earth. The temperature had unknowingly risen to over forty degrees Celsius.
A temperature of forty degrees was not uncommon in cities known as furnaces, but in the Ling Mountain area of the Sichuan-Tibet line, it was a first.
Under the blazing sun, Ye Fan, carrying an old black canvas bag, walked along the side of the road.
Ye Fan was about 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned build, short black hair, and a face with distinct features. His skin, exposed to the sun, gleamed with a bronze hue, contrasting with his white clothes.
At first glance, it seemed like Ye Fan was in a hurry, but upon closer inspection, he was actually strolling.
Indeed...
In such a scorching noon, where even Africans would carry umbrellas, Ye Fan walked as if the blazing sun and the forty-degree heat had no effect on him.
More surprisingly, if one looked closely, there wasn't a single bead of sweat on his face.
"Ah, the good life is about to end again."
A moment later, Ye Fan turned onto the dirt road leading to Ling Mountain, sighing with frustration. He knew that once he handed over the contents of the black canvas bag to the old man, his mission would be successfully completed, and he would return to his previous life of practicing martial arts on Ling Mountain.
Such a life of isolation was not what he enjoyed.
He dreamed of living like a normal young person, going to school, surfing the internet, and dating, rather than practicing martial arts, practicing martial arts, and more martial arts.
"Beep... beep..."
Just as Ye Fan was feeling frustrated, the sound of car horns came from behind. Two off-road vehicles approached, kicking up dust as they passed.
Hearing the sound, Ye Fan moved to the side of the road. Seeing that the cars were a Hummer and a Land Rover, he wasn't surprised.
Because... in his memory, over the years, many people had tried to visit the old man at Ling Mountain. These visitors were either wealthy or powerful, and the vehicles they rode in were either luxury cars or official or military vehicles with prestigious license plates and permits.
However...
Apart from a mysterious figure who visited the old man five years ago during the greatest catastrophe in human history, no one else had even seen a hair of the old man.
"Hey, is this the way to Ling Mountain?"
Soon, the Hummer in front pulled up beside Ye Fan, and the window slowly rolled down, revealing a pleasant female voice from inside.
Feeling slightly depressed about returning to his isolated life, Ye Fan ignored the lack of politeness and continued on his way.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
The voice sounded again, pleasant but lacking in manners and carrying a commanding tone.
"Do we know each other that well?"
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, stopped, and looked up at the owner of the voice.
What he saw was a classic oval face, eyebrows like crescent moons, a slightly upturned nose, and a small, pursed mouth. Her eyes were lively, and she had a ponytail. At first glance, she looked like a young and beautiful girl from a TV drama, but the expression on her face, typical of a spoiled young lady, made her less cute and more willful.
"Who said we know each other? I just asked if this is the way to Ling Mountain."
Hearing Ye Fan's somewhat rude response and sensing his slightly dissatisfied gaze, the girl's chest tightened, her eyes widened, and she slammed on the brakes in anger.
"We don't know each other, and you're so impolite. Why should I tell you?" Ye Fan smirked. "Do beautiful girls have special privileges?"
"You... how can you be like this?"
The girl's face turned red with anger. She had always lived in a world of flowers and applause, with boys treating her like a goddess. How could she have encountered someone like Ye Fan?
Seeing the girl's unreasonable behavior, Ye Fan was speechless and decided to ignore her, turning to leave.
"Clang!"
Seeing this, the girl, furious, jumped out of the car, slamming the door, and shouted at Ye Fan's back, "Stop right there!"
Ye Fan not only didn't stop but continued walking with each step as consistent as ever, completely ignoring her.
"Stop!"
"You..."
"Miss, let me handle it."
Just as the girl was about to chase after Ye Fan, a middle-aged man jumped out of the Land Rover behind her, stopping her.
"It's just asking for directions. Why be so arrogant?"
Hearing this, the girl seemed to realize her rudeness and stopped shouting at Ye Fan's back. However, due to her stubborn nature, she refused to admit her mistake.
Seeing this, Uncle Fu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
He knew that this young lady came from a wealthy family and had lived a life of flowers and applause. Except for the hardships she faced during the greatest catastrophe in human history five years ago, she had always had a smooth life, which had made her somewhat willful and developed a bit of a spoiled young lady's temperament.
In contrast, the young lady in the middle of the Land Rover was the opposite extreme. She possessed a maturity beyond her years, and her composure and calmness were even admirable to him, a former elite in a top reconnaissance unit.
Of course, he also knew that the reason the young lady was acting so willful today was because of her concern for the older lady's illness.
"Little brother, please wait a moment."
With a bitter smile, Uncle Fu, following the older lady's instructions, caught up and called out to Ye Fan.
"Ruli."
At the same time, the woman Uncle Fu called the older lady got out of the car. Known as the coldest CEO in Jiangnan, she had a face that didn't belong to a young girl. Her face was pale, and her eyes were dull, unlike her usual cold and noble appearance, looking more like a wilted eggplant.
"Yuxin, why did you get out?"
Hearing this, Su Ruli turned around and saw the woman get out of the car. She couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. She knew that her cousin's condition was very serious, and even the best-known hospitals couldn't treat her, and many so-called medical experts had given her a death sentence.
"Getting out to bask in the sun feels better."
Unlike Su Ruli, who was dressed in a tank top and shorts, Su Yuxin was wearing a thick black coat, wrapped up like a mummy. Despite this, her body was still trembling slightly, as if the temperature was minus twenty degrees instead of forty.
Seeing this, Su Ruli's eyes welled up with tears, and she stepped forward to support the woman's arm, crying, "Sister, don't worry, Doctor Chu can definitely cure your illness."
Su Yuxin sighed softly and looked ahead.
Ahead, Ye Fan heard Uncle Fu's call and sensed him catching up, so he stopped and turned around.
The moment he turned, Ye Fan saw a woman in a thick coat shivering in the scorching sun.
This discovery made his pupils dilate slightly. Recalling the conversation between the two women earlier, he had a vague idea but wasn't sure. He looked at the woman with a puzzled expression.
"I'm sorry, my young lady was rude just now."
Seeing that there wasn't a single bead of sweat on Ye Fan's forehead, Uncle Fu was slightly surprised. He knew that Ye Fan was not an ordinary person and spoke even more politely.
"It's okay, I understand."
Due to his long-term isolated life on Ling Mountain, Ye Fan actually wanted to integrate into the secular world and had tried to learn how to interact with people. Seeing Uncle Fu's politeness, he withdrew his gaze and smiled, shaking his head.
"Little brother, is this the way to Ling Mountain?"
Seeing that Ye Fan didn't mind Su Ruli's rudeness, Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked.
Ling Mountain was not a famous mountain in China, and few people knew about it. He needed to confirm that they hadn't come to the wrong place, otherwise, it would be disastrous for Su Yuxin's condition.
Ye Fan nodded.
"Little brother, you don't seem like an ordinary person. Since you're coming to Ling Mountain, you're probably here to see Doctor Chu, right?" Uncle Fu hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively.
The Su family had gone to great lengths to find out where the reclusive Doctor Chu Xuanji was. They learned from a high-ranking informant that Doctor Chu was eccentric and proud, never seeing strangers, and those who sought his help in the past had all left disappointed.
Earlier, Uncle Fu had noticed that Ye Fan was not an ordinary person and seemed to be heading to Ling Mountain. If Ye Fan knew Doctor Chu, it would greatly increase their chances of meeting him.
However, Ye Fan didn't rush to answer Uncle Fu's question. Instead, he looked ahead and saw the two women approaching.
"Sir, to be frank, her illness can't be cured by the old man."
As they got closer, Ye Fan confirmed his suspicions and spoke bluntly.
"Uh..."
Perhaps not expecting such a response, even the composed Uncle Fu was stunned.
At the same time, Su Yuxin and Su Ruli also heard Ye Fan's words. The glimmer of hope in Su Yuxin's eyes dimmed, but she didn't show her disappointment, only a slight twitch in the corner of her eye.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Originally, Su Ruli had a bad impression of Ye Fan. Hearing that even Doctor Chu Xuanji couldn't save her cousin, she glared at Ye Fan in anger.
"The old man can't cure it, but I can."
Ye Fan ignored Su Ruli. Although he didn't like her spoiled young lady's temperament, he couldn't stand by and do nothing, especially since Su Yuxin's composure in the face of death impressed him.
If Doctor Chu couldn't cure the illness, he could?
If Ye Fan's previous words had been shocking, his current words were like a thunderclap in the scorching sun.
Under the blazing sun, Uncle Fu, Su Ruli, and even Su Yuxin felt their minds go blank.
They stood there like statues, forgetting to speak, just staring at Ye Fan.
Just staring...
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PS: Posting a day early as a small surprise for my readers.
This is my sixth urban novel. With the foundation of the previous five urban novels, my readers should be completely reassured about my writing.
A new journey begins, and we will witness it together!
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