The old man sighed somewhat emotionally, repeating Yang Fei's words, "What is the ninth change of the Xuantian Nine Needles like?"

He looked at Yang Fei indifferently, "Bringing the dead back to life, have you heard of it? It's like this."

Yang Fei was a bit stunned, "Is there really a medical skill in this world that can bring the dead back to life? Please teach me, Master Ancestor, I might have a use for it."

The old man shook his head, "It's not that miraculous. If a person truly stops breathing, not even the Xuantian Nine Needles can help."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chu Liang lying on the ground, sighing slightly.

"This boy has been poisoned by Ni Tang. The poison has merged with his blood, making it a terminal illness, very difficult to save."

Yang Fei was a bit anxious, "This person cannot die. He's crucial to the Evil Dragon espionage case. If he dies, we won't be able to uncover the people behind him."

The old man looked at Yang Fei indifferently.

"I haven't been concerned with worldly matters in the past ten years. When was the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions established? I recall its predecessor was Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, right?"

Yang Fei felt a blankness in his mind, with no recollection of anything about Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

Instead, it was Susu standing by who responded, "Master Ancestor, you don't remember?"

"The two chiefs of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils were appointed by you, and General Wu Yuanzhong once served as your guard."

The old man shook his head, smiling wryly, "Getting old, I can't remember these things clearly."

"Ever since I moved here and immersed myself in reading, I found my senile dementia worsening."

Yang Fei listened more and more alarmed.

Wu Yuanzhong is already over fifty years old and had been made a general twenty years ago.

Such a high-status figure had actually served as a guard for this old man here?

Then, who exactly is this old man?

His mind was blank, missing memories had vanished without a trace, and he could only stare blankly at the old man.

"Master Ancestor, what should we do now?"

The old man shook his head, "I'll do my best to try."

"Even the Xuantian Nine Needles cannot detoxify; it can only stimulate his immune system, using the Essence Qi to expel the poison."

"As for whether he can survive, it's up to fate."

He waved his hand, instructing Susu.

"Go tidy up the Quiet Room and light the ambergris, that thing can summon souls."

Susu nodded and entered the small building where the old man lived.

The old man turned back, his clear and gaunt eyes glanced over Yang Fei's face.

He nodded with satisfaction.

"Xie'er, after so many years, you've finally grown up. Their efforts in nurturing you were not in vain."

Yang Fei stared at the old man in a daze, "They? Who are they?"

"I'm sorry, Master Ancestor, I've lost my memory and can't recall anything now."

The old man let out a long sigh, "All of life is just a big dream, and how many autumns have passed in life?"

"Losing memories, perhaps, is not a bad thing."

At this point, Yang Fei suddenly noticed a faint sadness in the old man's eyes, causing a pang in his heart.

To make this open-minded and bold old man so sorrowful, something tragic must have occurred related to himself.

Could this have to do with his lost memories?

Yang Fei's mind was a tangled mess, yet he knew it was inconvenient to speak at this moment.

He carried Chu Liang and walked into the small building.

The third room on the left on the first floor of the small building was extremely elegantly furnished.

The antique shelves were adorned with numerous archaic jade artifacts, more books prevailed everywhere.

These books were peculiar; there were thick thread-bound ancient books, bamboo slips engraved with seal script, as well as bronze fragments with mottled golden inscriptions.

More were rubbings of ancient pictographs and paintings from rock walls, a dazzling array.

Strangely, Yang Fei found these writings somewhat familiar, though he didn't know their meanings.

In the room, Susu had already lit a brazier of ambergris, its faint pervasive fragrance refreshing to the mind.

According to the old man's instructions, Yang Fei placed Chu Liang, who barely had a breath left, on a reclining chair.

The old man waved his hand, signaling Yang Fei and Susu to step aside, seemingly with some scruples.

Yang Fei and Susu had no choice but to leave the Quiet Room, allowing the old man to perform his rescue.

About half an hour later, a man in his forties respectfully came to invite Yang Fei and Susu.

"The patient is awake. Master asked me to invite you two over."

Susu and Yang Fei entered the Quiet Room, only to find the old man looking exhausted, as if he had just recovered from a severe illness, sitting with legs crossed, recovering his Essence Qi.

Chu Liang was already awake.

Upon seeing Yang Fei, he immediately rushed over and knelt in front of Yang Fei with a thud, hugging his leg.

"Yang Fei, you must save me, they want to kill me to silence me!"

Yang Fei let out a cold laugh, "You idiot now realize it, you're really dumb as hell."

Chu Liang looked at Yang Fei in terror.

"I'll confess, I was indeed involved in the secrets leaked by Evil Dragon, it was all because of..."

At that moment, a cold snort, like an awl, pierced through everyone's eardrums.

Chu Liang was the primary target, giving a muffled grunt, spitting out blood from his mouth.

Before Yang Fei could turn around, he felt a sinister shadow approaching him from behind.

This person's speed was the fastest Yang Fei had ever seen, even surpassing Yang Fei's peak speed unleashed by Extreme Tiger.

"Stop!"

Yang Fei shouted, activating Absolute Domain, an invisible force immobilized him.

The person's figure suddenly stopped, revealing his true form.

A clown mask obscured his face, with a red mouth on the mask bearing a creepy smile, making one shudder.

The person wore a black cape, a pure black suit waistcoat, with his hair meticulously combed.

His pupils peeking from behind the mask were a mix of blue and gray, looking extremely fierce.

Yang Fei pinned his figure and shouted, rushing upward.

As he attacked, he used the Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand, smashing the air and aiming at his head.

At the same time, Susu also let out a shout, reaching to her waist, a silver light flashing, thrusting straight at the clown's throat.

The clown giggled, his voice muffled and mixed as if chewing something, sometimes sharp, sometimes low.

"You mess with me, you're courting death, understand?"

Yang Fei's eyes narrowed, realizing his Absolute Domain was ineffective against this guy.

This implied this guy was at least in the True Martial Realm.

The clown stretched out his hand, grabbing Yang Fei's Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand in an extremely peculiar pose.

Yet, with this seemingly clumsy maneuver, all of Yang Fei's Dragon Elephant Strength disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, a sharp sword tip buzzed and headed for the clown's throat, wielded by a sword that could be both rigid and flexible.

The clown let out a sneer, puckering his lips and giving a blow.

A bizarre airflow blew from his mouth, like a sharp Qi Sword.

The edge of Susu's Soft Sword rang with a buzz, deflected away.

Meanwhile, the clown grabbed Yang Fei's arm and, with a heavy back throw, slammed Yang Fei towards the ground.

Yang Fei was greatly shocked, knowing he had lost the advantage.

Immediately, he activated Dark Force, countless Essence Qi like ox-hair steel needles pierced towards the clown's palm.

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