Ling Zhenfei said, "Although your injury won't heal quickly, I can now expel the toxins from one of the meridians in your arm, at least allowing you to move one hand, so it won't affect drinking or eating."

The old man was shocked, "Really? Can I truly move my one hand?"

Ling Zhenfei replied, "Then let's give it a try."

Ling Zhenfei produced several Silver Needles, while his left hand emitted several streams of Northern Spiritual Energy towards the old man's body. This was quite simple; it only required expelling all the toxins and Spiritual Energy from the arm.

Ling Zhenfei aimed to unblock a meridian in the old man's arm, allowing him to move it.

Not only were there toxins in the old man's body, the most troublesome was the deadly presence of Spiritual Energy in his hand.

Ling Zhenfei intended to expel both the toxins and deadly Spiritual Energy to other areas, then use his Silver Needle to seal the acupuncture points.

After about a dozen minutes, Ling Zhenfei finally let out a long breath, having finished everything.

"Alright, you can slowly try to move your arm now."

Ling Zhenfei's words surprised the old man; he tried to move his arm and found that it indeed could move, but due to years of immobility, he dared not exert too much force.

After trying several times, the entire arm became movable. The old man's expression was very solemn, and tears even began to fall.

It's said that men don't cry easily, especially for cultivators like him, but this time the old man truly cried, perhaps thinking of his glorious past. It's hard to imagine how he endured these twenty years.

"Senior, have some food," Ling Zhenfei reminded him.

The old man also understood, picking up the things before him and starting to try, drinking and eating with such vigor that it was like a sweep of wind and clouds.

Soon the items before him were swallowed whole, which startled Ling Zhenfei as he wondered how the old man managed to eat so much. Ling Zhenfei was worried that the old man might not die from toxins but from overeating.

Luckily, the old man did not die from overeating and was very satisfied.

After eating, the old man let out a long belch and said, "It's been about ten, twenty years since I last had a decent meal; today I'm truly satisfied."

Ling Zhenfei said, "Today is the first day of the New Year, so you've had a proper New Year's meal."

The old man looked at Ling Zhenfei and said, "Tell me, what's your purpose?"

Ling Zhenfei paused and asked, "What purpose? What purpose could I have in bringing you food when you can't move or leave? I can have no ulterior motives."

The old man snorted, "I've never seen such a leisure spiritual cultivator like you before, saying you have no purpose—I don't believe it."

Ling Zhenfei said, "That's quite the petty heart you have. I have things to do, so I'll leave first."

After speaking, Ling Zhenfei turned to leave, but the old man called him back.

"Young man, is it true that you don't wish to gain something from me?"

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Now that you're like this, what can I possibly gain? You keep the Silver Needle for me, I'm leaving." Having said that, Ling Zhenfei turned to leave.

The old man believed Ling Zhenfei had some ulterior motive, but he genuinely misunderstood; Ling Zhenfei was merely thinking of himself.

The old man's injury was something Ling Zhenfei could treat, but he didn't know who Old He was, whether a good person or a malicious one.

If he healed the old man, who knew if he wouldn't end up causing havoc in the world?

Ling Zhenfei turned and descended the mountain; the sky was already darkened around him, and by the time he was down, the sun had set, and night was quickly approaching.

Then suddenly Ling Zhenfei received a phone call, and upon checking it, he saw the call was from Long Hai, who hadn't been in touch for quite a while.

"Hello, Big Brother Long."

From the other end came Long Hai's gruff voice, "Hello, Zhenfei, Happy New Year."

"Big Brother Long, Happy New Year to you too, may your career be prosperous."

Long Hai didn't sound very enthusiastic, "Alright Zhenfei, I'll skip the pleasantries, we'll talk about New Year's greetings later. You need to come to Capital City immediately."

Ling Zhenfei hesitated, "Why Big Brother Long, what's happening in Capital City?"

Long Hai said, "An important person is ill, and the illness is very strange. There's no other choice without you."

Ling Zhenfei froze; if Long Hai says it's an important person, it's without doubt someone of high status.

"What's the condition, are you sure I can heal it?"

Long Hai said, "Regardless of whether you can heal or not, there's no choice but to rely on you. If even you can't heal, then there's really no hope."

Ling Zhenfei nodded, "Okay, when should I go?"

Long Hai said, "The car is already on its way; I'm just notifying you. Brother hasn't asked you for anything, for the sake of either me or everyone, you need to help him properly."

Ling Zhenfei replied, "I understand, Big Brother Long. No need for further words, I'll make the trip."

After hanging up, Ling Zhenfei immediately started packing and informed Zhou Yun and Liu Bingying; both were quite surprised.

Leaving on the first day of the New Year, and at night, was incredibly urgent, but there was no choice. Since someone higher up was sick and gravely ill, there was no avoiding it.

Ling Zhenfei arranged everything as this trip could perhaps last several days. On the eighth, his villa was set to open, and he didn't know if he'd make it back by then.

But if he couldn't, there was nothing he could do; fortunately everything was arranged, requiring little attention from him.

Soon, two black cars raced in as if flying, arriving directly at Ling Zhenfei's doorstep. Two young men clad in black suits stepped out from them.

These two, at first glance, seemed different, their aura a level above normal people. After explaining their purpose and confirming identities, Ling Zhenfei got into the car.

Leaving without luggage, it's truly remarkable seeing someone so carefree.

The car started directly, heading off into the distance. On the way, Ling Zhenfei received another call from Feng Li.

Feng Li is now the Mayor, so his calling really shows great respect towards Ling Zhenfei.

"Zhenfei, you should be in the car now, right?"

Ling Zhenfei responded, "Yes, I'm already in the car. Do you know about the matter too?"

Feng Li said, "Of course I know about this; otherwise, I'm the Mayor for nothing."

"Do you know what kind of person is ill?"

Feng Li replied, "Someone who could arrange a fighter jet to pick you up is surely an extremely important person, one often seen in the news."

Ling Zhenfei froze; someone seen often in the news sounds really like a high-ranking official. The most surprising thing to Ling Zhenfei was that a fighter jet was coming to fetch him. This was no joke.

"How about it, you've never been on a fighter jet, right? Originally they said it wasn't possible; fighter jets are too overwhelming for most people, but Long Hai insisted you'd be okay, so they sent a fighter jet to get you for speed."

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