Chapter 15

In the early morning, when the distant sky was just beginning to turn the color of fish belly, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, ending a night of meditation.

"Although the greenery in this neighborhood is quite good, the air quality is much worse compared to Ling Mountain. The effect of cleansing the body is greatly reduced, which in turn leads to a decrease in the amount of essence produced from the circulation of qi and blood, thus slowing down the conversion of essence into strength."

Thinking about how he had only restored the strength he had used to treat Su Yuxin’s illness overnight, Ye Fan was lost in thought, but he was not concerned—compared to the monotonous and isolated life of cultivation, he preferred the bustling life in a big city, especially walking on crowded streets.

This would make him forget the loneliness in his heart.

After a simple wash, Ye Fan went to the first-floor hall and found that Su’s mother and the Su sisters had not yet woken up. After some thought, he decided to go out for morning exercises.

"Divine Doctor Ye, good morning."

At the villa gate, a bodyguard of the Su family saw Ye Fan walk out and greeted him immediately.

"Good morning."

Ye Fan smiled in response. He remembered that the bodyguard’s surname was Hu, and he had gone to Ling Mountain with the Su sisters and Uncle Fu that day.

"Divine Doctor Ye, where are you going so early?" Hu Jun hesitated for a moment and asked.

"I’m going to exercise for a while."

Ye Fan said this, and in Ling Mountain, he used to take the little wolf to fetch water every morning, forming a habit. Now, in the bustling city, he couldn’t fetch water, so he had to replace it with morning exercises.

Although it was early, some people could be seen exercising in the Jiuxi Rose Garden, a wealthy residential area. Most of them were middle-aged or elderly, and a few of them were accompanied by young, beautiful women who were running alongside them, holding towels to wipe the sweat off the men at any time.

Perhaps because Ye Fan was too young, or perhaps because his face was unfamiliar, the people exercising were somewhat surprised to see him. After their surprise, they all gave him a symbolic smile.

Ye Fan did not pay much attention to this and simply smiled in response.

Soon, Ye Fan ran a few laps around the wealthy residential area and came to a secluded forest.

Stopping, Ye Fan steadied his breathing and carefully sensed the surroundings, confirming that no one was around, he began to practice Xingyi Quan.

Xingyi Quan, also known as Xingyiquan, Xinyi Quan, or Xinyi Liuhe Quan, is as famous as Tai Chi and Bagua Zhang, belonging to the renowned Chinese martial arts. It is characterized by its hard and aggressive style, like lightning and thunder, standing out among the internal martial arts.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

In the quiet forest, Ye Fan channeled his qi to his dantian, moved as if plowing a field, and planted his feet firmly, his movements as swift as lightning. At times, he transformed into a fierce tiger, at others into a nimble monkey, and at still others into a venomous snake, each strike causing his muscles and bones to resonate, producing a crisp sound.

Unlike many martial artists who practice only one skill throughout their lives, in the past twenty years, Ye Fan had learned many famous Chinese martial arts, much like Yang Guo in Jin Yong’s novels, a veritable hodgepodge.

Among them, the skill he understood most deeply was the Xuan Sha Quan, created by Chu Xuanji. The Xuan Sha Quan combines the mysteries of the I Ching and array formations, with ghostly footwork and cunning punches, making it extremely lethal. If it is not used, it is harmless, but once used, it can be fatal.

After completing a set of Xingyi Quan, Ye Fan did not stop but immediately began practicing Bagua Zhang, followed by Tai Chi, and so on, performing several sets of martial arts.

Crack—

With a punch, a tree as thick as a bowl was instantly split in two. Ye Fan completed the final move of the Xuan Sha Quan, 'Sha Qi Chong Tian,' and his tightly closed pores opened wide. A hot, white vapor rose from his head, enveloping his body, making him look as if he were in a fairyland.

A gentle breeze blew, dispersing the white mist. Ye Fan was drenched in sweat, as if he had been caught in the rain.

Wiping the sweat from his head, Ye Fan stepped out of the forest and walked toward the Su family’s Villa No. 2.

When Ye Fan returned to the gate of Villa No. 2, Hu Jun, who was responsible for security, was nowhere to be seen, and it was unknown where he had gone.

Ye Fan did not pay much attention to this and directly entered the villa compound.

"Zzz—"

Shortly after, as Ye Fan was about to head toward the main building, the sound of car tires screeching against the ground echoed, and a sleek Lamborghini sports car stopped at the villa gate.

The car stopped, and the scissor-like doors slowly rose, and a young man stepped out first.

The young man had a handsome appearance, with his hair shaved on the sides and a tuft in the middle, and a small braid at the back, looking somewhat out of place but extremely unique, matching his arrogant and unruly demeanor, making it clear that he was a wealthy and arrogant young master.

Typically, the people in such a young master’s sports car would be either a rich and beautiful woman or a gold-digger.

Unexpectedly, the person who followed the young man out of the car was neither of these, nor even a woman, but a man.

A middle-aged man dressed in a white Taoist robe, with a topknot and a goatee, exuding an aura of a sage.

If such a man were to appear in a bustling city, he would be considered a freak, but if he were to appear in a deep mountain forest with a duster, he would look like a living deity.

"This is my home, Master Zhang."

Seeing the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe get out of the car, the young man, unusually, did not display his usual arrogant attitude but bowed respectfully, as if he were a devoted follower of Master Zhang.

The reason for this was that he knew Master Zhang Lin, a Taoist from a temple in a neighboring province, was rumored to be able to treat all kinds of diseases and ward off evil spirits, and was known as the 'Living Immortal,' with a great reputation.

How great, exactly, the young man was not sure, but he had seen many high-ranking officials, wealthy people, and celebrities take photos with Master Zhang at his temple, some of whom were even his disciples!

To invite Master Zhang to treat his sister, the young man not only gathered and borrowed five million Chinese yuan as a reward but also gave Master Zhang a family heirloom jade pendant from his grandfather, going to great lengths.

"Is your sister here?"

Seeing the originally arrogant young man look up at him with a devout gaze, Zhang Lin inwardly smiled, but his face remained inscrutable.

"Yes, yes."

Thinking about how Master Zhang Lin was about to treat his sister, the young man became excited and nodded repeatedly, "I’ll take you in right away."

As he spoke, he led Zhang Lin into the villa compound.

In the courtyard, Ye Fan, who had heard the car stop, stopped and observed the entire process.

He not only immediately recognized the young man with a playboy demeanor as Su Yuxin’s brother, Su Jindi, but also deduced that Su Jindi had invited someone to treat Su Yuxin.

Could it be... the Su family didn’t tell this guy?

Realizing this, Ye Fan muttered to himself, seeing Su Jindi leading Master Zhang Lin over.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Ye Fan, who was also dressed in a robe, Su Jindi was taken aback and asked with a puzzled look.

At the same time, Zhang Lin, dressed in a Taoist robe, suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes!

"Huh, I wonder where this little charlatan came from, daring to come and make money before me?"

Without waiting for Ye Fan to respond, Master Zhang Lin turned his gaze away, raised his head, and sneered inwardly, maintaining an air of 'I am a god, I am awesome.'

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