Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

This little brat doesn't even have a main focus; she's probably just here to scam people.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man said sarcastically, "Who exactly are you? Are you here to scam money?"

His words were very direct, and his guard was not concealed on his face.

"Your eyesight isn't very good, and your memory isn't very good either. You don't quite remember what you just said. Didn't I say my name is Jing Li?"

Jing Li calmly looked at the middle-aged man, her movements slowing down slightly.

"As for the money, will you be able to get it?"

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at each of their faces. "Your employer is right."

After she finished speaking, she smiled.

The man who was mocking Jing Li hadn't even understood what she meant when the other one immediately did.

This is an insult to them, saying they're useless.

The middle-aged man was furious, but because he was in the Yun family, he didn't break off relations.

He just snorted coldly, "Hmph, let's see how arrogant you can be once you're inside."

Could an unknown little girl possibly be more capable than all of them?

Old Zhang was also thoughtfully observing Jing Li.

Another person was eager to let Old Zhang go in and try it out. Jing Li's presence had no effect on him. Holding his cane, he was the first to go inside.

At that moment, Yun Linyue's voice came from inside.

"What about people?"

His voice was loud and clear, revealing boundless anxiety.

"Qi'er moved again!"

"hurry up!!"

Seeing this, the group had no time to worry about Jing Li and hurriedly rushed into the bedroom.

Upon hearing this, Jing Li followed.

She made a hand seal, and an invisible yellow rune suddenly appeared in the air, crisscrossing and entwining itself in the sky.

It gradually became orderly, like a chain, with one of the chains precisely darting into Yun Qi's room.

It hovered around Yun Qi's bedside.

As soon as Jing Li entered, the group began to hurriedly and frantically display their skills.

Yun Linyue looked at the boy on the bed with a worried expression. He seemed as fragile as glass.

Although the boy was sickly, he possessed an air of refined elegance. However, his slightly furrowed brows and pale face made him appear both pained and lonely. Lying there quietly, he seemed to have been forgotten by the world in a corner, which was heartbreaking to see.

His slightest movement drew the attention of most people.

Especially his father, "Qi'er?"

Yun Lin murmured softly, his tired expression making him look haggard all of a sudden.

He took a step forward, then suddenly stopped. "Come and take a look!"

"Quickly!" He lowered his voice cautiously, fearing for his only son's safety.

Old Zhang took the cloth bag, spread it out, and found silver needles evenly distributed inside.

"Let me take a look."

As he spoke, he picked up a silver needle and was about to pierce the boy's face.

But the next second, a hand stopped him.

Old Zhang looked at the person blocking his way, a surge of anger rising within him. "Young lady, what's wrong with you? What do you want? This is a matter of saving lives. I may not know your abilities, but you can't be so rude as to obstruct others from doing so. Didn't you see that young Yun is panting heavily?"

"No need," Jing Li replied calmly.

As soon as these words were spoken, Yun Qi's reaction became increasingly intense, as if he had difficulty breathing, and the painful expression on his face became more and more obvious, as if someone was choking him.

Unable to break free.

Those nearby then noticed that the girl had followed them.

The two middle-aged men immediately adopted the demeanor of elders, with one of them impatiently beginning to reprimand Jing Li, "Nonsense! Elder Zhang is a senior figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. How dare you, a junior, act so presumptuously here? Who do you think you are, daring to tell Elder Zhang how to do things!"

The other one also had a stern expression and said with a straight face, "Little girl, you can't joke about people's names."

He spoke slowly, as if he were speaking specifically to Yun Linyue.

While speaking, he observed Yun Linyue's expression.

"Who are you?" Yun Linyue looked at the little girl who had just been eating at his house again. Seeing that she was preventing others from treating her son, the coldness in his tone was almost impossible to conceal.

"Jingli." Jingli spoke politely to the sickly father.

She was always polite, and added a side note: "A friend of the sickly."

Although her true soul is that of a mystic from ten thousand years ago, she is now using someone else's body, so she is twenty years old. In addition, the sickly man is indeed very kind to her, so his father naturally has to treat her with respect.

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

What is she saying?!

Is "sickly" a term she should be used to describe someone?

The Yun family cherishes this junior. Doesn't she know that only her father is present? If her grandfather and mother were here, I wonder if this girl would still be here?

The two middle-aged men were also shocked and carefully examined Yun Linyue's expression.

His face was gloomy, and his aura grew increasingly oppressive. The presence of a person in a superior position was terrifying, exuding an indescribable sense of pressure.

However, the girl showed no fear. She put down the arm that Zhang Lao had taken the silver needle from and looked at Yun Linyue with a calm expression.

Yun Linyue has a dragon bone on his forehead and delicate features. Although he is over forty years old, he does not look old at all, and one can clearly see his youthful charm.

In her time, she was born into wealth and privilege.

When Yun Lin heard Jing Li use the word "sickly," his face immediately darkened. "Young lady, since you are Qi'er's friend, why have you given him such a name? Do you know that Qi'er is naturally weak?!"

Yun Linyue's voice grew colder and colder, and he was displeased with the girl's audacity.

However, he still gave Jingli a basic degree of respect, though he was unsure whether his son's relationship with him was actually good or not.

"Since you said he was born weak, what else could he be but a sickly person?"

Jing Li remained calm and spoke sincerely. The word "sickly" came out of her mouth without any hint of sarcasm, as if she were simply discussing something ordinary.

This is just a very common opinion.

Yun Linyue was taken aback by her sincere and nonchalant attitude.

His aura had shrunk considerably.

At this moment, it feels as if he is bullying this little girl and is making unreasonable arguments.

"..."

"They can't save him."

Jing Liming spoke bluntly, directly embarrassing everyone.

The group immediately became enraged.

Including Mr. Zhang, who always felt that the girl was extraordinary.

Unlike the others, he didn't glare angrily at Jing Li. Instead, he concealed the anger that had been stirred up in his heart and asked Jing Li curiously, "Little girl, how do you know that we can't wake up Yun boy?"

He previously thought he was the most arrogant person in the world of traditional Chinese medicine, but this little girl is the one who doesn't take anyone seriously.

That's utterly arrogant.

"That's right! Little girl, you don't really think that just because you say you're a friend of the young master of the Yun family, you can bully others, do you?"

The middle-aged man could no longer contain his anger and spoke slowly, trying to remind Yun Linyue.

"Mr. Yun, don't be fooled by her."