C10 Qingzhou City Tang Family.

The camouflage-clad youth executed a move that was extraordinary, a perfect blend of speed, precision, and ferocity. His initial technique was the army's most formidable Grabbing Hand, his fingers striking with the swiftness of lightning and a force capable of crushing stone!

Not just any bystander, but even seasoned Martial Cultivators would be overwhelmed in an instant!

Yet, Pei Junlin seemed to have anticipated the youth's attack. With serene composure, he effortlessly lowered his right hand, evading the youth's assault. A casual flick of his finger followed, and the air burst apart as a surge of energy targeted the youth's wrist.

"Why this heartless assault upon our first meeting when we are strangers to one another?"

"A practitioner of Dark Force?"

The youth gasped, yet despite his astonishment, his reflexes remained sharp as he retreated with the speed of a thunderbolt.

Pei Junlin made no move to pursue, simply reclining in midair, a smirk hidden within his heart.

A practitioner of Dark Force?

It appeared that the Martial Arts World on Earth was still lingering in the past, unchanged from three years ago. The hierarchy of cultivation levels—Clear Force, Dark Force, Grandmaster, and the enigmatic Innate—remained the same.

Three years prior, at just eighteen, Pei Junlin had ascended to the Grandmaster level, and now, armed with the formidable Nine-cycle Nether Arts, even a mere breakthrough in the initial stage rendered others as insignificant as ants before him!

Nevertheless, if not for comparing himself to Pei Junlin, the youth's attainment of the late Dark Force stage in his twenties would mark him as a peerless prodigy!

Just then, a shrill horn blared. A vivacious woman leaned out from a fiery red sports car, calling out, "Brother, what are you up to? We need to visit Grandfather, and here you are wasting time with a charlatan!"

The youth's presence diminished, his sharp gaze fixed on Pei Junlin like a knife from beneath his stern, handsome features.

Pei Junlin remained unflustered, his expression unchanged.

"Come with me!"

After what seemed like an eternity, just as the woman in red was growing restless in the car, the young man in camouflage spoke with a deep voice.

They hadn't anticipated Pei Junlin's slow, deliberate headshake. "When it comes to treating patients, I believe in destiny. If I encounter someone who intrigues me, I'd treat them for free. But if I meet someone who doesn't pique my interest, the consultation fee starts at three million yuan."

The young man in camouflage squinted. "So, it seems I'm clearly the latter, huh?"

Pei Junlin remained silent, though the answer hung in the air, unmistakable.

The usually composed young man in camouflage, Tang Hao, felt a surge of anger. Who did they think he was? In the small confines of Qingzhou City, let alone the entire Jiangbei Region, there were few who dared to speak to him in such a manner. He was taken aback to be so belittled by a stranger. The thought of becoming the butt of jokes was intolerable.

"Bastard! Fraud! You're just asking for trouble!"

The rebuke echoed from a distance. Unbeknownst to them, the woman in red had stepped out of the sports car, her face radiating a fierce and striking presence, having clearly overheard the exchange between Pei Junlin and Tang Hao.

She hadn't even finished her sentence when she lifted her long, shapely legs and lashed out at Pei Junlin with a ferocity that was both alarming and captivating.

The leg of the woman in red sliced through the air, producing a faint sonic boom, a testament to her formidable prowess as a Martial Cultivator.

Yet, to Pei Junlin, it was as if she were merely playing games, despite her strength being at the Peak of Clear Force.

"Bei'er, stop!"

Before Pei Junlin could react, Tang Hao, standing next to Tang Bei'er, shifted his expression and swiftly intervened to halt her assault.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Tang Bei'er's face darkened with displeasure.

But Tang Hao paid her no mind, his gaze locked onto Pei Junlin's eyes. "Fine, you've got a deal! You want three million for your medical fee, then three million it is!"

What?

Tang Bei'er's eyes widened in disbelief. It felt like the whole world had gone mad. No matter how wealthy the Tang family was, they couldn't just let themselves be conned like this!

Pei Junlin glanced at Tang Hao with a touch of astonishment. The audacity of the young man in camouflage was unexpectedly impressive.

"However, sir, the Tang family's wealth isn't easily earned, so you'd better hope you've got the real skills to back it up!"

Once Tang Hao finished, an intimidating presence radiated from him. His cultivation was clearly at the late stage of Dark Force, just a hair's breadth away from the perfect mastery of that realm.

Pei Junlin, however, seemed to disregard him entirely. What mattered to Pei Junlin were the words he had just heard. Frowning, he asked, "What did you say? Is your last name Tang?"

"Stop the act, impostor! You purposefully showed up outside the Tang family villa to get our attention. How could you possibly be unaware that we're the Tangs?" Tang Bei'er said with a cold laugh.

Pei Junlin's frown deepened. He racked his brain but couldn't recall when a wealthy Tang family had emerged in Qingzhou City. Had they risen to prominence only within the last three years?

To confirm his suspicion, Pei Junlin gestured for the young man in camouflage to lead the way.

Minutes later, they stepped into the villa's grand hall, a study in understated luxury, already filled with well-heeled individuals of distinguished bearing. Nearby, a group in white lab coats was clustered around an elderly man.

The elder, his hair a silvery crown, looked to be in his sixties. Age hadn't diminished his robust frame, a testament to his strength in youth.

But now, his complexion was deathly pale, his eyes shut tight, hands clutched to his chest in evident agony.

The vast hall was gripped by a heavy silence, all eyes fixed on the silver-haired man. The tension on many faces spoke volumes of the elder's esteemed status.

A glint of realization sparked in Pei Junlin's eyes. His mood soured as he recognized his mistake—this was certainly not the Luo family's residence. He had come to the wrong place.

Pei Junlin was trapped in this place, unable to leave. Yet, saving lives and taking them had always been his forte.

Still, Pei Junlin managed to glean something worthwhile. As his eyes scanned the hall, he recognized a few faces among the crowd—prominent figures from Qingzhou City.

"That's my grandfather, the one who needs medical attention," Tang Hao explained. "Those doctors claim to be exceptional, but every time they visit, they wear the same helpless expression. They do nothing but watch my grandfather suffer. If you can save him, I'm willing to pay you three million yuan, even five million if necessary!"

The doctors huddled around the silver-haired elder were visibly distressed, their furrowed brows and heavy sighs betraying their sense of helplessness. The state-of-the-art medical equipment flickered ominously around them.

With each passing moment, the agony etched on the elder's face grew more pronounced. His veins protruded alarmingly as his fingers clawed at his chest, as if he wished to tear out his own organs for some semblance of relief.

Pei Junlin, who had been the picture of composure, was suddenly overtaken by urgency. He barreled through, pushing past the doctors to reach the old man. Without hesitation, he started pressing rapidly on specific acupoints across the elder's chest.