The Nine Yin Absolute Meridians is an extremely rare constitution, seen once in millennia, characterized by nine blocked meridians from birth, also known as absolute meridians.
People with this constitution are physically weak from childhood, with heavy cold energy in their bodies, especially suffering greatly in winter, enduring unbearable torment.
Moreover, those with the Nine Yin Absolute Meridians have a lifespan of at most twenty-four years.
There are only two ways to treat it.
First, use a thousand-year-old spiritual herb to clear the meridians.
Second, find a man with the Nine Yang Constitution to bond with, which can resolve the absolute meridians.
As the saying goes, all things in the world complement each other, where there is darkness, there is light, where there is yin, there is yang.
The counter to the Nine Yin Absolute Meridians is the Nine Yang Constitution.
In comparison, finding someone with the Nine Yang Constitution is even rarer than a thousand-year-old spiritual herb!
This information was all gleaned by Ye Qiu from the legacy of the Ye family’s ancestor.
Ye Qiu frowned deeply, never expecting that Su Luoying would have the Nine Yin Absolute Meridians.
What a surprise!
Seeing Ye Qiu remain silent for so long, Su Xiaoxiao anxiously asked, “Director Ye, can my sister’s illness be cured?”
“It can,” Ye Qiu gave a firm answer.
A look of joy appeared on Su Xiaoxiao’s face, but Ye Qiu’s next words turned her expression pale.
Ye Qiu said, “To cure your sister, a thousand-year-old spiritual herb must be used as a catalyst.”
What?
A thousand-year-old spiritual herb!
Su Xiaoxiao’s heart sank into despair.
In this world, even herbs aged a few hundred years are extremely rare, let alone a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, which is unheard of.
Tears welled up in Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes as she said, “A thousand-year-old spiritual herb is so rare, doesn’t that mean my sister only has one year left?”
Ye Qiu shook his head, “If we can’t find a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, she won’t even have a year, at most six months.”
Boom!
Su Xiaoxiao felt as if struck by lightning, stunned, murmuring to herself, “My sister only has six months left, only six months…”
A moment later.
Thud!
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly knelt before Ye Qiu, saying, “Director Ye, I beg you, you must save my sister.”
“You’re the Medical Saint, I believe you must have a way to save her.”
“I, I’ll kowtow to you.”
Thud, thud, thud!
Su Xiaoxiao frantically kowtowed to Ye Qiu.
“Xiaoxiao, get up!” Ye Qiu said.
“I won’t get up unless you promise to save my sister,” Su Xiaoxiao said, “Director Ye, as long as you can cure my sister, I, Su Xiaoxiao, am willing to serve you as a slave, to work like an ox or a horse. Director Ye, I beg you, sob…”
As she spoke, Su Xiaoxiao began to sob softly.
Like Su Luoying, she was an adopted daughter of the former Witch God Sect leader. Though not related by blood, they grew up together, their bond deeper than that of real sisters.
Being a few years younger, Su Xiaoxiao had always been cared for by Su Luoying. Now, learning that Su Luoying had only six months left, Su Xiaoxiao’s heart ached.
Thus, as long as there was even a sliver of hope, no matter the cost, she would fight for it.
Ye Qiu sighed and said, “Xiaoxiao, get up!”
“Su Luoying still has six months. I’ll do my best to find a thousand-year-old spiritual herb within that time.”
“If I really can’t find one, I’ll think of another way to extend her life.”
Su Xiaoxiao said gratefully, “Thank you, Director Ye.”
Ye Qiu helped Su Xiaoxiao up, feeling some pity for the girl. So young, yet having faced so many hardships, it wasn’t easy. He said, “Xiaoxiao, don’t call me Director anymore, call me Big Brother!”
Big Brother?
Su Xiaoxiao looked at Ye Qiu in confusion.
Ye Qiu said, “Nine Thousand Years wasn’t just my mentor, he was an elder I respected. You’re his daughter, so calling me Big Brother isn’t too much.”
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Ye Qiu and shyly called out, “Big, Brother…”
“Mhm,” Ye Qiu smiled, his gaze falling on Su Luoying.
“Big Brother, can you wake my sister up now?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.
“Yes,” Ye Qiu said, pulling out a golden needle and inserting it into the top of Su Luoying’s head.
With a flick of his finger.
“Buzz!”
The golden needle vibrated, emitting a humming sound.
Thirty seconds later.
Su Luoying slowly opened her eyes, seeing Ye Qiu’s handsome face. Her cheeks flushed as she said, “Young Master…”
“You fainted earlier,” Ye Qiu explained.
Su Xiaoxiao added, “Big Brother woke you up.”
Only then did Su Luoying realize she was lying in Ye Qiu’s arms, her face growing even redder as she struggled to stand.
“Don’t move,” Ye Qiu said, withdrawing the golden needle before helping Su Luoying up.
Su Luoying said gratefully, “Young Master, you’ve saved me twice. I have no way to repay such great kindness.”
Though she had lived in Miaojiang her whole life, her voice was as soft and melodious as the Wu dialect of Jiangnan, stirring pity in those who heard it.
“No need to be polite, Miss,” Ye Qiu smiled.
Su Luoying said, “From now on, Luoying will follow Young Master. Whatever you need me to do, just say.”
Ye Qiu said, “There’s nothing for you to do for now. Stay with Xiaoxiao. I have some matters to attend to.”
“Alright, go handle your business, Young Master.”
Ye Qiu nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Su Luoying gazed at Ye Qiu’s departing figure, her eyes filled with deep affection, lingering for a long while.
“Sister, what do you think of Ye Qiu?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.
“He’s great,” Su Luoying blurted out.
“Just great?”
“Xiaoxiao, what do you mean?”
Su Xiaoxiao said, “Sister, why don’t you marry Ye Qiu?”
Su Luoying’s expression turned shy, “Xiaoxiao, what nonsense are you talking about!”
Su Xiaoxiao pouted, “Nonsense? Sister, you’ve been staring at Ye Qiu, your soul practically stolen by him, and you dare say you don’t want to marry him?”
Su Luoying, overcome with shyness, feigned anger, “Xiaoxiao, if you keep saying such things, I’ll ignore you.”
Su Xiaoxiao said seriously, “Sister, if you like Ye Qiu, you need to prepare yourself.”
Su Luoying asked, puzzled, “What do you mean?”
Su Xiaoxiao said, “Ye Qiu has quite a few romantic confidantes.”
Su Luoying said, “Young Master Ye is handsome, highly skilled in martial arts, and a Medical Saint. It’s only natural that many people like him.”
“I’ve never thought about marrying him.”
“As long as I can stay by his side, I’m content.”
Su Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly, thinking, “It’s over, another one has fallen. Truly, one encounter with Ye Qiu ruins a lifetime.”
…
After the news of Cao Yuan’s death spread, regional Dragon Gate bosses gradually arrived with their followers to attend the funeral.
Early on the third day.
Just after Ye Qiu finished breakfast, Qilin walked in and said, “Sect Master, Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird have arrived.”
Ye Qiu immediately said, “Quick, take me to see them.”
“Alright…”
Before Qilin could finish, a cold voice came from outside, “Vermilion Bird pays respects to the Sect Master!”
