Chapter 392: The Huang Family’s Plot
Yan Qingshan immediately drove toward the Huang Family’s estate.
Butcher and the others followed Yan Qingshan’s plan, quickly setting up an ironclad defense.
A hundred meters from the Mu Family’s estate, the two strongest, Butcher and Qiu Shirong, led teams to secure every intersection.
The two Venerable Realm experts, Mu Qikun and Lv Que, led patrols around the Mu Family’s estate.
Meanwhile, Niu Xiaolan, Mu Huang, and their group formed a tight circle around the medicine garden.
It was now 11:00 AM.
According to Leng Ning, three experts from the Yan Family had already departed for Central State at 10:00 AM.
If they were traveling by plane, they would have already arrived in Central State.
「Meanwhile.」
「The Huang Family Estate.」
Of Central State’s Six Great Martial Arts Families, the Li, Qiu, and Lv Families had already submitted to Jiang Xinghai.
The Shentu Family had been wiped out by Jiang Xinghai.
The Su Family was currently gripped by fear and uncertainty, and had yet to make a final decision.
That left only the Huang Family—the most powerful of them all.
When Leng Ning and Chuchu arrived to pay a visit, they weren’t stopped at the gate. The two women entered the Huang Family estate with ease.
They explained the reason for their visit: they needed the Huang Family’s Spiritual Medicine.
The Patriarch of the Huang Family, Huang Qingwei, sported a large paunch and was all smiles as he chatted with Leng Ning and Chuchu in the living room.
He had a fitting nickname: the Smiling Tiger.
"Miss Leng, Miss Chu, you haven’t come to borrow, but to take it, am I right?" Huang Qingwei’s faint smile remained, making it impossible to tell what he was truly thinking.
"You could see it that way, Patriarch Huang." Leng Ning had no desire to prolong the conversation; she stood up abruptly as soon as she finished speaking.
Chuchu also stood, her expression stern.
"No need to be hasty, ladies. Please, sit. Let me give this proper consideration."
Huang Qingwei smiled amiably. "Though I am the Patriarch, Spiritual Medicine is exceedingly precious. This is a matter I must discuss with my clansmen. Would you two mind waiting a little longer over another cup of tea?"
"Five minutes," Leng Ning agreed with a nod. "We are pressed for time. Please be quick, Patriarch Huang."
’If this could be resolved peacefully, it would be for the best.’
"Five minutes? I’m afraid that’s not even enough time for me to gather my clansmen. Half an hour at least." Huang Qingwei chuckled, spreading his hands.
"Ten minutes, at most," Leng Ning said decisively.
Chuchu didn’t bother to hide her displeasure.
"Ten minutes it is," Huang Qingwei said, looking troubled. "Please, help yourselves to tea. I’ll go consult with them now."
"One moment, Patriarch Huang," Leng Ning said. "What do you expect the outcome of this discussion to be?"
"We can most likely lend them to you. Taking them for free is out of the question." Huang Qingwei’s expression turned a shade more solemn.
"We’ll wait ten minutes," Leng Ning said, taking a deep breath.
’Fine, we’ll borrow them.’
’As long as we get the Spiritual Medicine, whether we return it won’t be the Huang Family’s decision.’
Huang Qingwei got up to pour them tea. "This is a prized blend from my Huang Family’s collection..."
"Just go," Chuchu said, waving a dismissive hand at Huang Qingwei as he was about to pour.
Leng Ning simply turned her back.
"Very well. Please wait a moment, ladies," Huang Qingwei said with a nod.
The moment he turned, his smiling face instantly turned ice-cold.
’Spiritual Medicine is incredibly precious.’
’Forget about letting them take it—even just borrowing it is out of the question!’
Huang Qingwei went into his study, opened a secret panel to reveal the door to a hidden room, and slipped inside.
An old man, well into his eighties, sat meditating to regulate his breathing. Strands of snow-white hair hung down his back.
"Father, I observed that those two women are no longer virgins. Why do you still want to keep them?" Huang Qingwei asked softly, bowing beside the old man.
The old man, Huang Yaocheng, who was over ninety, gave a slight smile. "Though they are not virgins, they are at least practitioners of the Martial Arts. And now that your father has taken that final step, I have also reached the first layer of the Yin Yang Record."
"Congratulations, Father!" Huang Qingwei’s face was a mask of shock.
The Yin Yang Record!
A Dual Cultivation Method!
It allows one to harvest Yin to replenish Yang!
"Go, bring them in. And remember, no one is to open the door and enter without my permission," Huang Yaocheng said. His cheeks were gaunt and his eyes were wide and round, making his smile unsettling.
"I understand, Father. I’ll bring them to you at once." Huang Qingwei nodded, bowed, and slowly backed out of the room.
"When you reach the Ninth-Grade Great Venerable realm, you will be qualified to study the Yin Yang Record," Huang Yaocheng added. "I, your father, will teach it to you myself."
Tears of excitement welled in Huang Qingwei’s eyes. He dropped to his knees on the spot. "Thank you, Father!"
"Go."
As he spoke, Huang Yaocheng slowly rose to his feet, stretching his limbs.
Huang Qingwei nodded and left.
He wiped away his tears of excitement in the study before sauntering back into the living room.
Leng Ning and Chuchu, who were standing by the doorway, turned at the sound of his approach.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Huang Qingwei wore the same cheerful expression. "Good news. After some persuasion, they’ve all agreed."
"You convinced them that easily?" Leng Ning asked, suspicious.
"To be perfectly honest," Huang Qingwei said, "I had to add one condition: that you will return double the amount in the future."
Leng Ning paused for a moment. "In that case, please lead the way, Patriarch Huang."
"You want to come with me?" Huang Qingwei asked, feigning surprise.
"I need to oversee the transplant myself to be sure," Leng Ning said, gesturing for Huang Qingwei to lead the way.