C122 Hurry up and Come to the Rooftop of Zecheng Building!

The Xuan Men tradition boasts twelve needles of four lengths: one inch, three inches, five inches, and seven inches, with three needles of each size.

Lin Yin, with a flick of his wrist, expertly arranged the needles and administered twelve of them to Old Master Qi, gently tapping each one into specific acupuncture points.

Next, Lin Yin grasped Old Master Qi's wrist, his fingers snapping rhythmically as he channeled several strands of inner strength into the old man's body, invigorating the flow of qi and blood.

Soon, a healthy flush returned to Old Master Qi's weathered face.

Lin Yin swiftly collected the twelve needles and tucked the silver box into his shirt pocket, his gaze on his grandfather filled with complexity.

Having been immersed in Chinese herbal medical science from a young age, Lin Yin was adept at the Twelve Needles of the Mystic Gate. This ancient technique of the Mystic Gate could sustain life as long as there was breath in the body, a method beyond the scope of modern medical science.

Old Master Qi's prolonged coma was the result of his third son's death, which had left him frail and overwhelmed with anger, causing his blood pressure to spike and his heart to race.

Now that his vitals had stabilized, he was out of danger.

"Cough, cough." Old Master Qi's eyes fluttered open, and he let out a couple of dry coughs. With a mix of astonishment and scrutiny, he squinted at Lin Yin.

Despite being well into his eighties, Old Master Qi exuded an air of authority. His vitality could still intimidate, his gaze sharp as ever, befitting the stature of a man who had emerged from the battlefield.

"Is that you, Yin?" Old Master Qi asked incredulously, his voice tinged with surprise and hope.

Lin Yin bore a resemblance to Qi Hetu and Qi Wending, making him easily recognizable.

Despite the years apart, Old Master Qi had no trouble identifying him.

"Grandpa, it's me," Lin Yin affirmed with gravity.

"Is it really you, Yin?" Qi Wending's face lit up with joy, his eyes revealing a mix of shame and complexity.

With that, Qi Wending gripped Lin Yin's hand with fervent emotion.

"Yin, this time, you mustn't leave Imperial City again. Back then, your father sent you and your mother away without my knowledge, and you both left without a backward glance."

Lin Yin gently held Qi Wending's hand and said, "Grandpa, please rest here. You don't need to worry about anything else; we, the younger generation, will find our own fortune."

"I'll visit you more often. Take good care of yourself."

With those words, Lin Yin turned away, choosing not to look back at Old Master Qi.

Old Master Qi was still unaware of the Qi Family's annihilation in Imperial City. Lin Yin didn't want to continue the conversation; the more they talked, the harder it would become to explain everything.

For Lin Yin, healing the Old Master and paying him a visit was sufficient for this trip. There was still important business to attend to.

"Yin, are you leaving already?" Qi Wending inquired.

"Grandpa, please rest well. I'll return in a few days," Lin Yin replied earnestly before exiting the care room.

Qi Wending watched Lin Yin's retreating figure with a grave expression. In Lin Yin's demeanor, he saw echoes of his own youth—decisive and resolute.

"The younger generation will find their own fortune indeed. Yin has truly grown up," Qi Wending mused with a complex mix of emotions.

Qi Wending was a battle-hardened veteran, having spent half his life on the battlefield and the other half in officialdom. He had been one of the most powerful figures in Dragon Country for decades and had weathered many storms.

At his age, claiming he had seen through life's illusions wasn't an overstatement. Thus, he refrained from speaking further, allowing Lin Yin to leave without probing into the current state of the Qi Family.

Ever since the death of his third son, the old man had nearly foreseen the Qi Family's fate.

Stepping out of Mount Purple Dragon Villa, Lin Yin's encrypted phone buzzed with a new message.

"Come to the rooftop of Zecheng Building immediately. If you're not here within an hour, Yu Zecheng will die!"

Lin Yin pocketed his phone, his eyes turning icy.

The Wen Family, bold enough to decimate the Qi Family, certainly had their methods.

Clearly, Yu Zecheng was now under their control. He was only meant to gather some information for Lin Yin, and yet the Wen Family had quickly caught on.

Yu Zecheng, a prominent figure in the Central Sky District, wielded considerable influence. However, against the Wen Family, he stood no chance.

Lin Yin closed his eyes momentarily, making a swift decision to hail a taxi and head directly to the Zecheng Group in the Central Sky District.

He harbored no doubts about Yu Zecheng's loyalty. Lin Yin surmised that Yu Zecheng must have been coerced, his encrypted phone seized. Otherwise, the Wen Family would have simply sent assassins after him instead of using Yu Zecheng as leverage.

Yu Zecheng was oblivious to his own background. Unaware that he hailed from the Qi Family, he also didn't know that Lin Yin was the First Elder of the Ning Family from the Imperial City. Apart from his master, no one else knew of Lin Yin's lineage as the heir to the Dragon Mansion.

Just how many awe-inspiring identities did Lin Yin possess? It was something no one could possibly fathom. Even with the extensive reach of the Wen Family, they couldn't uncover a single trace of evidence.

Lin Yin had just settled into the taxi's back seat when a majestic Maybach, worth tens of millions, pulled up in front of him. A formally dressed female chauffeur respectfully opened the door, and a young woman of stunning beauty and grace, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, approached leisurely.

"Hi! White Shirt Man, what a coincidence to run into you here," Gongsun Qiuyu greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Driver, make a U-turn and head to the Zecheng Building," Lin Yin instructed the driver, his face betraying no emotion, too preoccupied to engage.

"Hey! What's with the attitude? Don't you have any manners?" Gongsun Qiuyu asked, her brow furrowed in disapproval.

"I was actually thinking of inviting you to dinner. It's quite the coincidence to meet like this, don't you think? Won't you give me the honor?" Gongsun Qiuyu pushed up her glasses, her invitation genuine.

"I don't have time," Lin Yin replied indifferently.

The middle-aged driver was taken aback, puzzled by the young man's response. He had just turned down an invitation from a strikingly beautiful woman—a feat in itself. Silently, he steered the car, swiftly merging with the flow of traffic and leaving the roadside behind.

"So rude!" Gongsun Qiuyu huffed, her annoyance evident as she watched the taxi drive away.

She then flashed her credentials at the security cordon and made her way into Mount Purple Dragon.

Gongsun Qiuyu couldn't wrap her head around the White Shirt Man's behavior. Would he really prefer a taxi ride with an older gentleman over a meal with a young woman like her?

Next time, she resolved to bring a bodyguard. If she encountered White Shirt Man again, she'd make sure to catch him and insist that he become her teacher of ancient language and culture.

As she mulled over the idea, Gongsun Qiuyu quickly made her way to the villa district and entered a caretaker's room.

To her surprise, the room belonged to Old Master Qi!

"Ah! Grandpa, how come you're awake?"

Gongsun Qiuyu was startled as she stepped into the room, her gaze fixed incredulously on Qi Wending, who stood at the window with his hands clasped behind him.

Qi Wending turned, his face radiating warmth, and said, "Yu'er, have you been visiting grandpa every day recently? I appreciate all your efforts."

Old Master Qi Wending had three sons, yet it was during his time on the battlefield that he adopted a young girl, raising her as his own daughter.

This adopted daughter of Old Master Qi had married into the Gongsun Family of the Imperial City years ago, and she was none other than Gongsun Qiuyu's mother.

"Grandpa, since you've just awakened, you should rest in bed for a while." Gongsun Qiuyu moved to assist Old Master Qi, her eyes brimming with a mix of surprise and concern.

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