Ye Qiu was stunned.
Xu Changjin’s grandfather was Xu Yuanzheng, the chairman of Tianxing Group, a towering figure in Daehan’s business world. And he was dying?
“Is your grandfather ill?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Yes,” Xu Changjin murmured softly.
“What kind of illness?” Ye Qiu pressed.
Xu Changjin replied, “A strange disease. My father consulted many renowned doctors, but none could identify the cause.”
“Li Zhengxi and Li Minghan examined him too, but they couldn’t figure it out either. They said they’d try to find a solution.”
“Ye Qiu oppa, I had no one else to turn to, so I called you. Please…”
“I understand,” Ye Qiu interrupted. “I’ll come to Daehan right away.”
“Really?” Xu Changjin, surprised by his swift agreement, said excitedly, “Ye Qiu oppa, send me your ID number, and I’ll book your ticket.”
“No need for the trouble,” Ye Qiu said. “I’m already at the airport. I just need to change my flight.”
Xu Changjin replied, “Ye Qiu oppa, I’ll meet you at Seoul Airport.”
“Alright.”
Ye Qiu hung up and immediately changed his flight.
His reasons for agreeing to help were twofold: first, he didn’t want Xu Changjin to lose her grandfather; second, he wanted to retrieve the Tiansheng Bronze Man while in Daehan.
During the recent Sino-Korean medical dispute, Xu Yuanzheng had promised through Xu Linger that if Ye Qiu spared the life of Daehan’s medical sage Li Zhengxi, Xu would gift him the Tiansheng Bronze Man.
Ye Qiu had agreed.
The Tiansheng Bronze Man was a national treasure, a sacred relic in the eyes of all Chinese medicine practitioners in Huaguo. Bringing it back would be a monumental achievement.
With half an hour until boarding, Ye Qiu waited in the lounge.
*Beep beep beep…*
His phone rang again.
Checking it, he saw the caller was War God.
Answering, Ye Qiu didn’t get a chance to speak before War God’s voice came through, “Ye Qiu, Xu Yuanzheng, chairman of Daehan’s Tianxing Group, is critically ill. I’d like you to go to Daehan to treat him.”
Ye Qiu replied, “Chief, I’ve just changed my flight. I’m heading to Daehan now.”
“So soon?” War God was taken aback. “You already knew?”
“Yes, Xu Changjin called me. I’m also planning to bring back the Tiansheng Bronze Man,” Ye Qiu said.
War God instructed, “Do your best.”
“If you can cure Xu Yuanzheng, that’d be ideal. He’s promised to invest in our country.”
“If successful, it’ll create jobs and generate significant tax revenue—a win for the nation and its people.”
Ye Qiu said, “Chief, don’t worry. I know what to do.”
“By the way, has Cao Yuan contacted you recently?” War God asked suddenly.
“No,” Ye Qiu replied instinctively. “Why?”
War God said, “The Hades Hall found that Cao Yuan has recently mobilized many Dragon Gate disciples. We don’t know his exact plans yet.”
“I suspect he’s preparing to take down the Witch God Sect for good.”
Ye Qiu was shocked.
The Nine Thousand Years was planning to destroy the Witch God Sect, and he hadn’t heard a thing?
That didn’t make sense!
As one of Dragon Gate’s four dragon envoys, he should’ve been informed of such a major move.
It wasn’t surprising that Cao Yuan wanted to crush the Witch God Sect. Years ago, the woman he loved was killed by them, and they were also responsible for his castration. Cao Yuan founded Dragon Gate with the sole purpose of annihilating the sect for revenge.
But Ye Qiu hadn’t expected him to act so suddenly.
Ye Qiu said, “I’ve been busy lately and haven’t checked in on Dragon Gate matters. Nine Thousand Years didn’t tell me either. War God, please keep an eye on Dragon Gate’s movements.”
War God understood immediately. “You’re worried about Cao Yuan?”
“Yes,” Ye Qiu said. “The Witch God Sect is a tough nut to crack. If it were easy, Nine Thousand Years wouldn’t have endured years of humiliation. I’m worried a rash move could backfire.”
War God chuckled, “Ye Qiu, you don’t fully understand Cao Yuan.”
“He’s meticulous and never acts without a plan. He doesn’t fight unprepared battles.”
“If he’s decided to take down the Witch God Sect, they’re likely done for.”
“If he hasn’t told you about Dragon Gate’s plans, it’s either unimportant or he doesn’t want you involved. He has his reasons.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep tabs on Dragon Gate.”
“The Witch God Sect has caused harm for years. It’d be good if they’re wiped out. If Cao Yuan needs help, I’ll lend a hand.”
“Go focus on treating Xu Yuanzheng. I’m hanging up.”
War God ended the call.
Ye Qiu thought for a moment, then called Qilin to ask about Dragon Gate.
Sure enough, Nine Thousand Years was planning to eradicate the Witch God Sect soon.
Ye Qiu learned that the sect had recently sent many underlings to wreak havoc on Dragon Gate’s territory, even causing deaths. This prompted Nine Thousand Years to move against them earlier than planned.
“Why didn’t Nine Thousand Years tell me?” Ye Qiu asked.
Qilin replied, “The Witch God Sect’s leadership is nearly wiped out. There aren’t many strong fighters left. Plus, you’ve been busy, so he didn’t inform you.”
“Ye Qiu, don’t worry. The remaining small fry in the Witch God Sect are no threat.”
“In a few days, the sect will be erased from this world.”
“This battle is a guaranteed win for Dragon Gate.”
Seeing Qilin’s confidence, Ye Qiu figured Cao Yuan had planned thoroughly. He said, “If you need me, contact me anytime. I’m heading to Daehan to treat a patient.”
“Got it. Take care,” Qilin said, hanging up.
Ye Qiu waited a bit longer before boarding his flight to Daehan.
Two and a half hours later, the plane landed at Seoul Airport.
As Ye Qiu exited, he spotted Xu Changjin.
She had her hair in a bun, wearing a white T-shirt and a striped skirt, her fair legs giving her a youthful, vibrant look.
But she appeared more haggard than before, likely due to worry over her grandfather’s condition.
Ye Qiu also noticed four men in black trailing her, all with decent skills—probably her bodyguards.
After greeting each other, they exchanged pleasantries.
“Ye Qiu oppa, I’m so sorry to drag you all this way. When my father heard you were coming to treat Grandfather, he’s been waiting at home,” Xu Changjin said.
“No time to waste. Take me to your father,” Ye Qiu replied.
Xu Changjin nodded, leading Ye Qiu to a black Mercedes sedan, heading straight for the Xu family home.
