C9 The Divine Doctor of the Jianghu Continent.

The Imperial Villa District is nestled in the northern suburbs of Qingzhou City, sprawling over tens of thousands of square meters. Built against a mountain and facing south, it boasts lush greenery throughout the year.

This enclave is the object of desire for everyone in Qingzhou City, as it is home to the majority of the city's wealthy elite. Nearly every affluent individual aspires to gain entry, but it's an exclusive haven that's hard to penetrate.

As Pei Junlin walked through this opulent and familiar villa district, he was reminded of his past as one of its residents. Sadly, the Pei family had long since been stricken from its ranks.

With fists clenched, Pei Junlin whispered to himself, "Dad, Mom, brother, sister, are you all doing well? Just wait a little longer, I'm going to find you soon!"

Three years prior, disaster struck the Pei family, but fortunately, their adversaries stopped short of utter cruelty. Apart from Pei Junlin, the family members were spared severe hardship, though they were compelled to leave Qingzhou City.

Pei Junlin held onto the belief that as long as his family was alive, he would undoubtedly reunite with them.

After leaving the Wang family villa, Pei Junlin made a beeline for the Imperial Villa District. The image of Wang Ziqiong's beautiful yet haughty face, coupled with the memory of their naive three million bet, brought a slight smile to his lips.

As an Asura General who had triumphed over countless worlds and amassed vast wealth, Pei Junlin knew that making money was a breeze, even if the special treasures from his past lives had vanished with his rebirth.

He had already devised the quickest money-making scheme the moment he placed the bet with Wang Ziqiong.

Now, strolling down the pristine asphalt road, Pei Junlin donned the attire he had acquired from a Divine Doctor in a park for a mere hundred yuan. The outfit consisted of a voluminous white Taoist robe, albeit tattered and soiled, and a distinctive sign that certified his status as a Divine Doctor.

While some may look out of place in expensive garments, and others may not be able to conceal their radiance even in the humblest of clothes, Pei Junlin belonged to the latter group. His seemingly incongruous Divine Doctor ensemble only served to enhance his aura, giving him an air of otherworldly wisdom.

At this moment, Pei Junlin's gaze settled on a sprawling European-style villa district. The area was vast, with opulent decorations that clearly set it apart in value from the surrounding properties.

From his vantage point, Pei Junlin could make out numerous security personnel patrolling the perimeter. This was undoubtedly a haven for the wealthy.

"It must be here," Pei Junlin murmured to himself. "I bet that old dog's body is about to succumb to the poison any moment now!"

The 'old dog' he referred to was none other than Third Master Luo of the Luo family. Pei Junlin, true to his nature, had not allowed Third Master Luo to leave the Wang family's presence unscathed. He had secretly embedded a strand of Nether Karmic Fire within the man's body.

Nether Karmic Fire, a formidable technique derived from the Nine-cycle Nether Arts, had the potential to refine entire planets when mastered. It was one of the many potent skills Pei Junlin had wielded to dominate the Myriad Worlds across the Universe Starry Sky in his past life. Though now diminished alongside Pei Junlin's own strength, it still held the power to effortlessly dictate life or death.

In this world, Pei Junlin was the sole individual capable of neutralizing the Nether Karmic Fire.

As the Nether Karmic Fire began its onslaught within Third Master Luo, the man's agony would be immense. Consequently, the Luo family would spare no expense for relief—not three million yuan, not even thirty million.

Contemplating Third Master Luo's torment and the ensuing turmoil within the Luo family, a cold smile played on Pei Junlin's lips. With a casual flick, he thrust the signboard he held deep into the asphalt—a half-meter deep, driven by no more than a seemingly careless gesture.

Pei Junlin then struck an exaggerated pose, leaning back as if to fall, only for his body to hover in midair, suspended as though reclining on an invisible chaise lounge. His left leg casually draped over the right, he rocked gently from side to side in a picture of ease.

To any onlooker, the feat might appear trivial, yet any Martial Arts master witnessing it would be astounded by the display of precise and impeccable control over every muscle and limb.

A gentle breeze played with Pei Junlin's white robe, making it undulate like rolling waves. His eyes slowly closed, seemingly drifting off to sleep.

Minutes after Pei Junlin's eyelids fell, a distant rumble of engines grew louder. A procession of four or five luxury cars approached, stirring up a whirlwind as they sped into the opulent villa.

With eyes closed, Pei Junlin remained still, yet his Divine Sense had enveloped the vicinity. Spotting the doctors and nurses inside one of the cars, he couldn't help but let out a silent, mocking laugh. Clearly, Third Master Luo was in the throes of immense pain.

But what truly caught Pei Junlin off guard was that the initial convoy of luxury cars was just the beginning. Soon after, the villa resembled a miniature auto show, with a steady stream of high-end vehicles arriving.

Even more astonishing to Pei Junlin was the sight of military license plates on the incoming cars, some even bearing Qingzhou City departmental passes.

"Since when did the Luo family hold such sway? Could Third Master Luo really be drawing the military and government officials?" Pei Junlin mused, his curiosity piqued. Regrettably, his current strength was too diminished. At present, he had only just managed to break through the first level of the Nine-cycle Nether Arts, placing him on par with a Qi Refining expert. Had he been at his peak, he could have discerned all the villa's secrets with a mere thought.

As Pei Junlin pondered, the roar of an engine at a distant intersection caught his attention. A fiery red Lamborghini blazed past him like a comet.

Through his Divine Sense, Pei Junlin saw a man and a woman inside the red Lamborghini. The driver, a woman exuding warmth, was clad in red, while a handsome young man in camouflage occupied the passenger seat.

As the sports car whizzed by, Pei Junlin caught the camouflaged young man's gaze, a spark of recognition flashing in his eyes before he called out, "Stop the car!"

A second later, the screech of brakes pierced the air, tires scorching the pavement with a pungent scent as the Lamborghini swiftly reversed to halt beside Pei Junlin.

As the door swung open, a young man clad in camouflage stepped out, his gaze fixed intently on Pei Junlin, who lay sleeping midair. His piercing eyes lent a palpable tension to the air around them.

Finally, the camouflaged youth broke the silence. "Can you heal the sick?" he asked abruptly.

Pei Junlin's eyes fluttered open, meeting the young man's stare with a serene expression. "I'm adept at tackling the most complex of diseases," he responded coolly. "No ailment is too bizarre for me to cure."

"Excellent! Come with me," the young man in camouflage commanded crisply, swiftly extending his hand to seize Pei Junlin's arm.