"Deal." Ye Wushuang agreed decisively.
Two million—that was enough to buy him a lifetime of steamed meat buns.
At this thought, he led Tang Moxixi straight up to the golden-nanmu coffin.
Glancing at the old man inside, Ye Wushuang frowned. "Not much time left."
"How much longer can my grandfather hold on?" Tang Moxixi asked, her voice choked with tears.
"Three..." Ye Wushuang held up three fingers.
"Three hours?" Tang Moxixi panicked.
"Two." Ye Wushuang retracted a finger.
Tang Moxixi was dumbfounded. Was... was this a countdown?
"One."
As the countdown ended, the old man let out a muffled groan, his head slumped to one side, and his breathing stopped entirely.
The world went black before Tang Moxixi's eyes. She collapsed to the floor and burst into loud sobs.
Ye Wushuang frowned. He couldn't bear to see women cry, so he spoke up to comfort her: "You need to be strong. Don't sit there bawling like a baby."
"Grandfather is dead! He was the one who loved me most in this world," Tang Moxixi whimpered, heartbroken.
Her face streaked with tears, she glanced up at Ye Wushuang. "Besides, I *am* a woman. Why shouldn't I cry?"
"Uh..." Right. Ye Wushuang rubbed his nose. Then he said, "Stop crying for a moment. I should be able to bring him back to life."
Hearing this, Tang Moxixi, who had been weeping bitterly, instantly scrambled up from the floor.
With an expression of utter disbelief, she asked, "What did you say? You can bring my grandfather back to life?"
"Yes, but..." Ye Wushuang rubbed his fingers together in a symbolic gesture.
"Ah, I understand. You want more money, right?" Tang Moxixi caught on to his meaning immediately.
Ye Wushuang wore an expression that said *this student can be taught*.
"As long as you can save my grandfather, never mind one or two million—even if you ask for ten million, my grandfather won't be stingy."
Tang Moxixi bit her lip, her expression turning dim and bitter.
"However, my grandfather just stopped breathing."
Ye Wushuang smiled. "So what if he stopped breathing? A true divine doctor can raise the dead and bring back life. Since he only just lost his breath a moment ago, it's not a big problem."
"Raise the dead? Are you a beggar who escaped from some psychiatric hospital?"
Hearing Ye Wushuang's words, quite a few people wore bizarre expressions. Tang Jiannan couldn't help but hurl an outright sneer.
Glancing at him sideways, Ye Wushuang struck out with a slap through the air. "Shut your mouth! Practicing medicine is my profession. If you dare question me again, I'll finish you off in a minute!"
Ten meters away, Tang Jiannan staggered back, clutching his face. A bright red handprint was clearly visible on his left cheek.
At this sight, many people were struck with terror.
Quite a few present had dealt with martial artists and knew something about the tiers of martial power.
Hurting someone across empty air—this was the manifestation of externalized True Qi. At the very least, it was the mark of a Martial Grandmaster.
For a moment, everyone fell silent. Even Tang Jiannan, who held deep hostility toward Ye Wushuang, shut his mouth.
Regardless of anything else, a Martial Grandmaster was not someone the Tang Family could afford to offend.
"Then it's settled. Ten million, and I'll bring your grandfather back to life." Ye Wushuang looked at Tang Moxixi with a smile.
Tang Moxixi nodded fiercely. "Mm, okay!"
Seeing that everyone had been cowed into submission, Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and began to focus entirely on the treatment.
Rubbing his hands together, a handful of silver needles appeared in his palm.
The silver needles arranged themselves in an arcane array pattern, then descended, piercing the major acupoints across the body of the old master of the Tang Family.
"O soul, return!" Ye Wushuang suddenly let out a shout.
Instantly, the silver needles vibrated slightly.
At the tails of the needles, wisps of white mist seemed to coil.
These wisps of white mist gradually solidified, hovering in midair.
Under Tang Moxixi's astonished gaze, those wisps of mist actually converged into the shape of an Azure Dragon, lifelike and vivid.
Immediately afterward, the Azure Dragon twisted and deformed, transforming into a White Tiger.
It didn't last long before the White Tiger shifted again, becoming a Zhuque that soared and struck at the nine heavens.
Finally, the white mist gathered once more, forming a Xuanwu.
Everyone was shaken beyond measure, all gazing at Ye Wushuang with the look one might reserve for a divine being.
This single scene was enough to leave them with an unforgettable impression for the rest of their lives.
Ye Wushuang formed hand seals, continuously patting various parts of the old man's body.
He brought his two fingers together, pressing against the skin, and traced along the meridians.
"Th-this is what?" Tang Moxixi asked, her voice trembling.
She saw a faint, tiny bump moving beneath the skin on the old master's arm.
Looking closely, it was clearly a little bug.
Ye Wushuang did not answer.
With an unchanging expression, he drove the little bug toward the wrist, then turned his fingertips into a blade and slashed across the old man's wrist.
With a soft *pop*, the little bug tried to struggle, but Ye Wushuang squeezed it out and crushed it dead with a single stomp of his foot.
At the same time, the aura of evil shrouding the top of the villa dissipated as well.
"What on earth is this?" Tang Moxixi asked with a hint of terror.
"The Life-Plundering Gu of the Miaojiang lineage. A very special Gu insect that likes to parasitize the viscera of living beings, devouring their vital energy. Once the target's vital energy is completely exhausted, even if a golden immortal descended from heaven, they couldn't be saved."
Ye Wushuang put away his silver needles and enlightened Tang Moxixi.
Hearing this, Tang Moxixi's expression changed, and she couldn't help turning her questioning gaze toward Tang Jiannan and the others.
"Where did you people get something like this?" Tang Moxixi gnashed her teeth.
To inflict such a toxic curse upon their own father—didn't these people feel any pangs of conscience?
"We don't know. This was all arranged by the Second Brother."
Tang Jiannan did not answer.
Instead, Tang Jianlin wore a gloomy expression and spoke up, shifting all the blame onto Tang Jianchuan.
Better the Daoist priest die than the pauper; heaven knew Tang Moxixi would run into a beggar this powerful.
"How much longer before my grandfather wakes up?" Tang Moxixi asked Ye Wushuang.
The group waited for five minutes, but the old master showed not the slightest sign of movement.
This made Tang Moxixi begin to suspect whether the treatment had failed.
Yet the very next moment, Old Master Tang suddenly sat up from the coffin and took several heavy breaths.
This sight terrified many present, causing them to step back in unison.
"A-a corpse is rising!" The three Tang Jianchuan brothers widened their eyes, wearing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
Tang Moxixi threw herself over to Old Master Tang's side, weeping miserably. "Grandfather, you've finally come back to life, wuwuwu..."
"Xiaoxi, you're back." Tang Qingshan's face had gained a trace of color, though his frailty was still clearly evident in his voice.
Ye Wushuang scratched his head and suddenly chimed in, "Hey, you there—don't get too happy just yet. Your grandfather is awake, but he won't live long."
"What?" Tang Moxixi stopped sobbing and turned around, her face plastered with tension.
"Then how much longer can my grandfather live?" Tang Moxixi asked tearfully.
By now, she had absolute faith in Ye Wushuang's skill and judgment.
Ye Wushuang thought for a moment, then held up five fingers and gestured.
"Five seconds?" Tang Moxixi's face turned pale in an instant.
Yet moments later, Ye Wushuang corrected her: "Not five seconds. Five years."
"Sigh, nothing to be done. My Four Extremities Needle Technique isn't proficient enough yet, so I can only manage this much."
"If I had my grandmaster's level of mastery, I should be able to let your grandfather live another fifty years."
Ye Wushuang stood there letting out long sighs.
As soon as these words fell, not only Tang Moxixi, but even Tang Qingshan was stunned.
"H-how many? Fifty years?" Tang Moxixi thought she had misheard.
You had to know her grandfather Tang Qingshan was already seventy-eight this year.
Fifty years from now, he would be one hundred and twenty-eight years old.
Throughout history, how many people had ever lived to such longevity?
The oldest person on record in the world had only lived to be one hundred and twenty-four.