Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

"Professor Ye, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. As long as you can lend a helping hand this time, from now on, my Jiangnan Yan family will repay you with a generous gesture."

"It seems that Elder Yan's condition is very bad?"

This was no secret, so Yan Feiping did not choose to hide it: "Multiple organ failure, the doctor said there is at most a week left. But I know you have the Di Yuan Dan, which can prolong life and change the fate of my Yan family."

Ye Qingzhou's shoulders trembled slightly, and he did not take Yan Gushu's life or death to heart.

"Professor Ye..."

Yan Feiping took out a shareholding document from the inside pocket of his suit and even signed his name on it. It was the shares of Siyue Group that he held, with a total value of up to 400 billion.

Such a priceless equity transfer document was placed on the table.

"Four hundred billion for one pill. I believe no one in this world can offer a higher price than me."

Yan Feiping was very confident about this. The Di Yuan Dan was indeed very precious, but only one person in the entire Dongji Country could come up with 400 billion to buy one Di Yuan Dan, so it would be difficult to find a second one.

Ye Qingzhou didn't even look at the share transfer agreement on the dinner table. Instead, he sneered, "Boss Yan, how old is your father this year?"

“Eighty-two.”

"Eighty-two..."

Ye Qingzhou nodded, his tone indifferent: "This is already considered a long life. Life and death are determined by fate. Why do you force it?"

Yan Feiping clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, but he could only suppress his anger in front of Ye Qingzhou: "Professor Ye, money is not a problem. If you think it's too little, I can add more."

“It’s not about the money.”

Ye Qingzhou picked up the wine glass filled with Duobao fruit juice, and gently stroked the cold glass surface with his fingers. His tone was still cold and ruthless: "Di Yuan Dan can indeed prolong life, but it can only be used to increase the foundation of my Blue Star civilization."

"What's the meaning?"

Yan Feiping's voice turned cold.

Ye Qingzhou looked him straight in the eyes and said in a cold tone: "Your father Yan Gushu has exhausted his potential and doesn't even have the cultivation of a Martial Saint. It would be a waste to eat him."

In Ye Qingzhou's view, the life-extending effect of Diyuan Dan is just icing on the cake. After all, if one can become a Martial Saint, his life can be extended by thousands of years.

Therefore, the greatest use of the Diyuan Pill is to cultivate top-level combat power and prepare for the fight against the Taixu Divine Dynasty, rather than using it to save a dying old man.

Even though he is extremely powerful and holds a high position, Ye Qingzhou will never waste a Diyuan Pill on him.

The air in the hotel lobby seemed to freeze in an instant.

Yan Feiping's assistant gasped and subconsciously took half a step back.

"you!!"

Yan Feiping's face flushed with anger, "How dare you say that about my father?"

Ye Qingzhou's expression did not fluctuate at all. He glanced at Yan Feiping coldly and said, "I am just stating the facts. Mr. Yan, please go back."

Yan Feiping slammed the table so hard that the stack of share transfer contracts worth 400 billion yuan fell to the ground.

"Ye Qingzhou! Don't think you can be arrogant just because you are a martial saint! My father is a political leader who has devoted his life to the country and the people and has done countless good deeds. What right do you have to..."

“Doing good?”

Ye Qingzhou suddenly smiled, and that smile made Yan Feiping feel a chill for some reason. "Yan Gushu knew what he had done. When the Coexistence Faction was in power, he secretly obstructed the popularization of martial arts. Even some martial arts geniuses that we worked so hard to cultivate in Dongji Country died inexplicably. In the end, even Zhang Xinwu was forced to leave. Do you Yan family really think you can clear yourselves?"

Yan Feiping was stunned. He wanted to argue, but every word Ye Qingzhou said hit the sore spot of the Jiangnan Yan family.

"I don't know where you heard these rumors..."

Yan Feiping suppressed his anger and said indignantly, "But my father lived an upright life. Professor Ye, I will ask you one last time, are you going to sell the medicine or not?"

Ye Qingzhou raised his hand slightly, and the share transfer contract on the ground flew lightly towards Yan Feiping and fell steadily into his hands.

"Not for sale."

The answer without hesitation made Yan Feiping's eyes completely cold.

He slowly put away the share transfer contract, and said in a low and dangerous voice: "Ye Qingzhou, what do you think will be the consequences of rejecting Siyue Group and Jiangnan Yan Family?"

Ye Qingzhou met his gaze without any fear, "Threatening me? Yan Feiping, your Yan family is used to being high and mighty, have you forgotten that there are some people in this world that you cannot afford to offend?"

Yan Feiping was completely enraged. "Okay, very good. Ye Qingzhou, we'll see what happens."

He turned and strode towards the hotel entrance, and his daughter Yan Qingqing and assistant hurriedly followed.

On the return trip, in the cabin of the private plane, Yan Feiping said nothing, his thoughts in a mess.

If it weren't for the Diyuan Pill, my father Yan Gushu would really only have one week left...

"Boss Yan, do you want to contact the old man's former subordinates?"

The assistant asked cautiously, "Or find a few reporters to give that Mr. Ye a hard time? Or find someone to block the new drug approval process of Qingye Group?"

Yan Feiping rubbed his temples, shook his head and said, "Let's go back first."

Jiangnan, Yan family.

Yan Gushu's bedroom had been transformed into a VIP ward similar to that in a hospital, with various instruments making regular "beeping" sounds. The old man on the bed was so thin that he was almost a skeleton, and his breathing was weak.

Yan Feiping stood beside the bed, feeling heartbroken as he watched this once powerful political giant now dying.

"dad……"

He whispered in Feng Gushu's ear: "I saw Ye Qingzhou."

Unexpectedly, Yan Gushu's eyes suddenly opened, and a hint of excitement flashed in his turbid pupils: "Earth...Yuan Dan..."

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Yan Feiping held his father's hand with a look of grief and indignation: "He refused to sell it."

Between life and death, there is great terror.

This was especially true for Yan Gushu, who had wielded tremendous power. He didn't want to die at all. His instinct for survival made his breathing suddenly rapid, and the curve on the monitor fluctuated violently.

"Heaven... does not... give... life... I can only cry... what can I do..."

The old man spoke with difficulty, his skinny fingers tightly grasping his son's wrist.

"Dad, don't get excited."

Yan Feiping pressed the call bell.

Turbid tears flowed from Yan Gushu's eyes, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the monitor issued a shrill alarm.

Doctors and nurses rushed into the ward and Yan Feiping was asked to leave.

Through the crack in the door, he saw medical staff busying around his father, performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation and electric shock... Ten minutes later, the attending doctor came out and took off his mask.

"Boss Yan, the old man is temporarily stable, but..."

The doctor shook his head and sighed, "The situation is not optimistic. His multiple organs are failing at the same time. If he hadn't relied on a mouthful of pure martial arts qi to prolong his life, he would have collapsed by now."

Yan Feiping's gaze passed the doctor and fell on the dying old man on the hospital bed.

No matter what, he needed to get the Diyuan Pill. After thinking for a while, he took out an encrypted satellite phone and dialed the only pre-stored number on it: "I agree to the cooperation you mentioned last time."

"A wise choice, Mr. Yan."

On the other end of the line came the voice of One-Eyed Nick, Director of the S.W.A.R.D.: "I know the last Golden Arrow of Destruction is in your hands, but you don't dare to use it. No problem, you can let us do it."

"When will your people arrive?"

"soon."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Feiping's eyes became firm and cold.

No matter what the cost, he would never watch his father die.

If soft tactics don't work, then he will use hard tactics. As long as Ye Qingzhou dies, he can mobilize the connections of the Coexistence Faction at any time to embezzle the various "legacies" left by Ye Qingzhou, which naturally includes the Diyuan Pill.

Outside the cabin, a thunderstorm suddenly began to fall, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

…………

Two weeks later, Ye Qingzhou brought Yingyue, Lan Caidie and Chen Ze to Longdong City in Dongji Country to participate in the once-in-a-decade event - the Wanji Medical Association Medical Exhibition.

Nine gilded exhibition stands had already been built in the Danding Square in the center of the city, arranged in the shape of nine palaces, which coincided with the extreme numbers of the Way of Heaven.

Each booth is based on rare and precious spiritual wood, inlaid with green spiritual stones that can enhance the power of medicine, and glows faintly in the morning light.

Flags were flying all around the square, and the emblems of major medical families and schools of medicine were fluttering in the wind.

The red flame tripod pattern of the Xuandan Sect, the green vines around the moon of the Baicao Sect, and the ancient silver needle logo of the Lingsu Pavilion... there are more than a hundred medical schools involved.

Qi Mo stood at the edge of the square, his indigo robe slightly wet by the morning dew.

He was only about 25 or 26 years old, with clear features, except for a light scar on his left eyebrow that made him look a little older. Behind him was a 15 or 16-year-old medicine boy named Xiao Zhu, who was standing on tiptoe and looking around.

"Master, our booth is at the edge!" Xiao Zhu pouted, "The people from Xuan Dan Sect took up the three positions in the middle as soon as they arrived. This is too bullying!"

Qi Mo stroked the bronze medicine bag hanging around his waist - in it were all the elixir recipes and medical skills accumulated by successive masters of the Qingnang Pavilion.

"The location is not important, what is important is the quality of the elixir."

Having said that, when he looked at the group of figures in red and gold robes in the center of the square, a hint of gloom still flashed in his eyes.

Twenty years ago, his father Qi Huan died mysteriously in Longdong City, and the first volume of the ancestral "Qing Nang Dan Jing" he carried with him disappeared. Now he returns here with the improved "Nine Turns Soul-Returning Pill", not only to revitalize the family, but also to find out the truth of the year.

"Hey, isn't this Pavilion Master Qi from the Qingnang Pavilion?"

A shrill voice came from behind. Qi Mo turned around and saw a tall and thin man with three golden patterns embroidered on his Xuan Dan Sect's standard robe - the eldest disciple Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji had a defiant look on his face, and his eyes swept across Qi Mo's simple booth: "I heard that your pavilion is going to display the 'Nine-turn Soul-Restoring Pill' this time? The name is loud, but don't let it fool people with some quack tricks."

Xiao Zhu's face turned red with anger, but Qi Mo held his shoulders and said calmly: "If Senior Brother Zhao is interested, you can come and taste it later."

“Tasting?”

Zhao Wuji sneered, his expression was full of disdain: "Our Xuandan Sect brought the 'Xuantian Creation Pill' this time, which can help cultivators break through bottlenecks. Your crude pills for healing injuries and diseases are also worthy of being called tasting?"

He deliberately raised his voice, attracting the attention of several representatives of small sects around him.

Qi Mo stopped talking and walked towards his own booth with Xiao Zhu. He could feel the sharp gaze behind him - Zhao Wuji's hostility was strange. Although Qingnang Pavilion had been declining for many years, it had always kept its distance from Xuandan Sect.

The booth was simply decorated, with only three jade pill bottles and a bronze medicine furnace on display.

Qi Mo took out a brocade bag from his bosom and poured out nine longan-sized pills. The pills were cyan-gold in color, with nine natural lines on the surface, and glowed with a strange halo in the sun.

"Pavilion Master, this... is this made from the last thousand-year-old snow ginseng?"

Xiao Zhu's eyes widened.

Qi Mo nodded: "With the addition of Kunlun Ice Spring and thirty-seven auxiliary herbs, it took forty-nine days of seclusion to make nine pills."

He stroked the pill with his fingertips, thinking of the half-page prescription his father had given him before he died. If the second half of the prescription had not been found in an ancient book three years ago, this "Nine-turn Soul-Restoring Pill" would have been lost.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the center of the square.

On the Xuandan Sect's booth, a white-haired old man was opening the lid of a purple jade tripod. Suddenly, a rosy glow shot up into the sky, and a strange fragrance filled the air. The crowd rushed over like a tide.

"That's Xuandan Sect's leader Chisongzi!"

someone exclaimed.

Qi Mo narrowed his eyes. Chi Songzi took out a purple pill from the cauldron and said loudly, "This is the Xuantian Creation Pill, made from hundreds of spiritual materials such as Tianshan Snow Lotus and East China Sea Dragon Pearl, and tempered by Samadhi True Fire. If a foundation-building cultivator takes it, he can directly enter the Golden Elixir stage, and if a Golden Elixir cultivator takes it, he can glimpse the path to the Nascent Soul stage!"

There was an uproar.

Representatives from some pharmaceutical companies and martial arts schools have been eagerly asking about the price.

Qi Mo was struck by lightning!
The spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by the pill were surprisingly 70% similar to the "Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill"!

"impossible……"

He muttered to himself.

His father once said with certainty that the "Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill" was the secret of the Qingnang Pavilion. How could there be such a similar pill in the world?

While I was thinking about this, the entrance of the venue became noisy.

"Oh my god, it's Ye Wusheng!"

"Is Qingye Pharmaceutical also participating in the exhibition? I haven't heard of it!"

"Not only is Ye Wusheng extremely powerful, he is also said to be a master of alchemy. Not long ago, he started refining elixirs in Yanmen, but in the end, he attracted the arrival of the alchemy calamity, and the four evil spirits came together."

"I've heard about this. Ye Wusheng made nine pills in one furnace, and all of them were top-grade. Each of the nine top-grade Diyuan Pills is priceless."

Qi Mo and Xiao Zhu were squeezed in the crowd to watch the excitement. Suddenly, a pair of eyes as bright as stars looked over and their gazes fell on Qi Mo.

"My dear, what's the matter?"

"On a whim, God gave me a warning. Although I don't know why, God told me that my only chance of survival lies with this person."

"How can this be?"

Yingyue found it unbelievable: "My dear, your cultivation has already reached the pinnacle of the world. Who has so many abilities that could put your life in danger?"

"I do not know either."

Ye Qingzhou shook his head and sighed. He had offended more and more forces and people, and there were countless people who wanted to kill him, so for the moment, he didn't even think about Yan Feiping.

Ye Qingzhou suddenly remembered that he had accepted Zhong Qing's invitation on a whim: "It turned out that God could give me a warning. It seems that this disaster is not small."

And his chance of survival lies in a strange young man.

Ye Qingzhou called Chen Ze and secretly transmitted his thoughts, "Go check the information of that young man with the scar on his left eyebrow."

"Yes."

Chen Ze took the order and left. (End of this chapter)