The deflated cultivator refused to give up and vowed to turn the tables.

The more Young Master Mo scratched, the itchier he became, and he gritted his teeth, hating Su Zinong to the core.

Su Zinong thought he was just provoking him so he could rush back to Yellow River Manor alone. Seeing his anger, he felt relieved, but feigned rage, saying, "You treat me like a cow, a horse, a servant, and I'm not even angry with you yet! Go ahead and tell the world I'm Su Zinong, I don't care. I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning. Humph!" Su Zinong stormed out, slamming the door shut, and returned to his room.

At worst, I can just make a different kind of human skin mask; I don't believe anyone will be able to recognize me then.

A quarter of an hour later, Young Master Mo knocked on the door and entered. He saw Su Zinong lying on the bed with a silk bag beside him that looked quite familiar.

He rolled his eyes and lay down next to Su Zinong.

Su Zinong was startled and quickly moved to the other side, covering his cheeks with both hands to avoid being slapped again.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you today!" Young Master Mo chuckled and said, "You're leaving anyway, so I've come to say goodbye. It's fate that we met. May our paths cross again. Tomorrow we part ways, and who knows when we'll meet again? I'm truly reluctant to leave."

"Don't pretend to be a good person!" Su Zinong said warily.

Young Master Mo lingered for less than a quarter of an hour before leaving the room.

Su Zinong reached out to the bed and found that the silk pouch was indeed gone; it contained a red spirit stone.

Once Young Master Mo had succeeded, he left the room and then quickly exited the inn. Using his full speed and agility, he sped eastward under the cover of night.

He ran for two hours straight before stopping to catch his breath. Under the moonlight, he opened the silk pouch, took out the red spirit stone, and felt quite pleased with himself.

However, a note was found next to the red spirit stone, which read: "This red spirit stone is given to you for use to stop the onset of the cold poison. Use it for half an hour, once every seven days, enough for a year. I suggest you go south, soak in hot springs, practice fire techniques, eat more warm and nourishing foods, and if you have the opportunity, practice fire-attribute techniques. Until we meet again."

After reading the note, a tear slowly slid down Young Master Mo's face.

Su Zinong slept at the inn until dawn, then quickly used his movement technique to head towards the Yellow River Manor.

Two days later, upon arriving at the gate of the Yellow River Villa, he saw the secret mark left by Huang Chenghe. Following the mark, he found a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city, about ten miles away, knocked on the door, and went inside.

Huang Chenghe ran out with a beaming smile and said, "Brother Su, you've finally arrived! I was worried you might have encountered danger on your journey."

“I’ll tell you later,” Su Zinong wiped his sweat, “Has your brother transferred here?”

"Oh, he was secretly transferred out three days ago, and we gave him that precious medicine. He's been getting better these past two days; his body is warming up, and he can move his hands a little." Huang Chenghe led Su Zinong into the house.

Su Zinong took out another precious medicine and handed it to Huang Chenghe, saying, "Give him this one too."

Su Zinong performed acupuncture on Huang Chenghai and used another red spirit stone to channel some pure yang energy into Huang Chenghai.

By the afternoon, Huang Chenghai was able to speak, and Huang Donglang and his wife arrived at that time.

Huang Chenghai struggled to sit up, tears streaming down his face. With all his might, he said, "Huang Chengzuo is... he's the murderer. He stole... he stole the ancient manual of martial arts from the manor. I discovered it, and he secretly... secretly poisoned me with the Cold Poison Soft Stone Powder..."

Huang Donglang was furious after hearing this, and he and Huang Chenghe hurriedly returned to the villa to arrest Huang Chengzuo.

Madam Huang stayed behind to take care of Huang Chenghai.

"We owe a great debt to you, Zi Nong. Our Yellow River Manor is deeply indebted to you," Madam Huang said, pouring Su Zi Nong a cup of tea.

“Auntie, you’re too kind. Chenghe and I are like brothers, there’s no need for us to stand on ceremony,” Su Zinong said, waving his hand.

Madam Huang offered Su Zinong money, taking out five 10,000-tael silver notes and handing them to him, but Su Zinong refused.

“I have some too.” He said, taking out eight 10,000-tael silver notes from his pocket. “Look at all this. I don’t usually spend much money, so it will last a long time. I’ll ask you for some more from your aunt when I run out of pocket money.”

Two hours later, Huang Chenghe rushed back. "Huang Chengzuo fled yesterday. Someone saw him hurriedly leave the manor and leave the city, never to return. My father is arranging for the manor's men to capture him. They're also discussing dredging the river, which will be done jointly with the government. A thorough investigation of the manor's personnel will also continue. As for my brother's name, he can decide for himself whether to change it once he's better."

"That's good, that's good," Su Zinong said, at least the immediate danger was over.

Those two precious medicines were indeed incredibly effective. After three days, Huang Chenghai was able to eat, drink porridge and water on his own, and occasionally get up and walk a few dozen steps.

On this day, Huang Chenghe brought Su Zinong back to the Yellow River Manor and held a meeting with Huang Donglang and his brothers to discuss the theft of the martial arts manual.

Huang Nanlang feigned illness and did not arrive. Huang Donglang had to invite him twice before he finally arrived late, because the murderer, Huang Chengzuo, was his eldest son.

“I’m sorry, brother, I’ve neglected to discipline you,” Huang Nanlang said.

"Don't take it too seriously. I know you've been loyal to the manor for decades. If we ever see Chengzuo again, we must ask him why he did this, and what his motives were."

Huang Chenghe will recount in detail what he saw and heard on Golden Island.

Su Zinong recounted how Golden Island disappeared during his second voyage.

Upon hearing this, Huang Donglang and his group from Yellow River Villa felt extremely uneasy and their scalps tingled.

I had intended to inform Yuntianlou and investigate the matter together, but it was a serious matter, and I didn't know what kind of organization the other party was. I had no choice but to decide not to alert them and to start the investigation from my own manor first.

“What’s most incomprehensible is that those people actually want to auction off these precious cultivation techniques and treasures. Such a powerful organization wouldn’t lack money, so what is their purpose?” Su Zinong said.

“It’s definitely not as simple as money,” Huang Donglang said. “Stealing the Yellow River Triple Waves is much more difficult than directly stealing silver, not to mention the Cloud Sky Tower’s martial arts techniques. These people’s purpose must be terrifying.”

“Uncle is right,” Su Zinong nodded and said.

However, after discussing it back and forth, the group couldn't come up with a good solution. They could only say that they should try every means to find Huang Chengzuo, hoping to find some clues and learn about related information.

Actually, Su Zinong had another piece of information he didn't reveal. He had overheard an elder from the eastern part of the Heavenly Demon Sect at the inn with Huang Chenghe saying that their sect leader had gone to sea at that time. Perhaps this sect leader had been to Golden Island, but whether he had any special connection with Golden Island or was just there to attend the auction was uncertain. Therefore, Su Zinong decided not to reveal it to avoid making Huanghe Manor an enemy of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The Demonic Cult's strength that day was simply too great; it would pose a devastating risk.

Ten days later, Huang Chenghai had recovered quite a bit, but his cultivation technique had only recovered to 40-50%. He had originally reached the peak of the four-star level, but now he only had the strength of the mid-three-star level, which was still a great joy.

He's already incredibly grateful to have recovered to this extent.

That day, Huang Chenghe came to Su Zinong with an invitation and said, "I have something to tell you, so be prepared and don't be too shocked. Xiang Xue is getting married..."