Yang Fei thought to himself and checked Chu Liang's body, aside from the phone and some daily items, there were no other unusual objects.

Suddenly, Yang Fei discovered a tattoo on Chu Liang's waist.

The tattoo was identical to Little Xue's, a shiny silver bullet engraved with the pattern of a Fallen Angel, with silver fringes on the bullet head.

Seeing this, Yang Fei could completely confirm that Chu Liang was definitely related to the Evil Dragon leak case.

In the distance, the sound of sirens was approaching; there had been a car accident with casualties, which had already alerted the police.

Chu Liang was treated with the Xuantian Nine Needles and was still hanging on; Yang Fei held him in his arms and strode away along the overpass.

He had just walked seven or eight hundred meters when a silver-white Porsche sports car sped over from afar.

The car screeched to a halt in front of Yang Fei.

The car window rolled down, revealing a charming face full of spiritual energy; it was Susu.

"Yang Fei, get in the car quickly, the police will arrive soon."

Hearing Susu's voice, Yang Fei nodded, opened the car door, and sat into the Porsche sports car.

Susu started the engine, and the Porsche sports car sped toward the distance.

Yang Fei found it incredible.

He had been ambushed a minute ago, and then Susu arrived the next; could she foresee the future?

Susu seemed to know Yang Fei's doubts but did not explain, only smiled lightly.

"Where do you want to go? To the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions?"

Yang Fei looked at Susu cautiously: "How do you know about the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions?"

Susu said indifferently, "What I know is beyond your imagination."

"I guess you wouldn't want to go to the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions now?"

Yang Fei nodded, looking at Chu Liang in his arms, his face turned darker, his breathing was weak, and he seemed close to death.

Yang Fei indeed wanted to take Chu Liang to the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions for trial.

As long as Chu Liang confessed, the Chu Family wouldn't freak out, but now with Chu Liang at death's door, the matter's nature has changed.

If Chu Liang died, all the blame would fall on Yang Fei.

Dragging Wu Yuanzhong and the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions into it now would only implicate them.

Susu looked at Yang Fei with a half-smile.

"If you have no place to go, I suggest a place where there's someone you really want to meet."

Yang Fei was curious: "Where?"

Susu's expression turned respectful: "Phoenix Pavilion at Huaqing University."

Yang Fei seemed to have heard of this place, but it felt unfamiliar and inexplicable: "What is Phoenix Pavilion?"

Susu sighed slightly, as if helpless.

"You really can't remember anything; you'll know when you go."

Thirty minutes later, Susu had brought Yang Fei along with Chu Liang to Huaqing University.

Susu showed her identification to the guard and drove into the campus; she was actually a National Arts professor at Huaqing University.

Huaqing University is a top prestigious institution in Huaxia, with classical architecture everywhere that felt like a journey back to the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The car drove on campus for four to five minutes, and then Susu stopped the car.

She led Yang Fei through a kilometer of blooming flowers and lush grass, and a mirror-like artificial lake appeared in front.

Surrounded by flowers and shaded by green trees, on the northeast side of the artificial lake stood a red-walled, yellow-roofed pavilion nestled within.

Susu stopped and respectfully bowed toward the pavilion before continuing with Yang Fei.

A winding path of bluestone slabs stretched forward, flanked by golden ginkgo trees.

Leaves were falling at this moment, carpeting the path like thick layers of golden leaves.

Yang Fei was lifted by the beautiful scenery, and Susu made a gesture to signal silence.

In fact, Yang Fei had already noticed it without Susu's reminder.

An elderly, stooped figure was sweeping the fallen leaves with a long-handled broom.

His attire was simple: a navy Zhongshan suit, layered cloth shoes, neatly dressed.

Looking at the old man's figure, Yang Fei's heart suddenly clenched, aching slightly.

It seemed this old man was intimately connected with him.

Susu gently walked over, not disturbing the old man, and simply stood quietly.

The elderly man, seemingly hard of hearing due to age, didn't notice Susu and Yang Fei.

He only lifted his head in surprise when he had swept in front of Susu.

His wrinkled face broke into a kindly smile: "Susu, you're back."

Susu bowed deeply to the old man.

"Master, I came to see you, and I brought someone you might want to see."

The old man turned around and saw Yang Fei, his eyes widened, and his hunched back seemed to straighten instantly.

"You... Xie'er, you've come back?"

Yang Fei's head buzzed, and the affectionate call struck his heart intensely, aching with emotion.

He stared at the old man in a daze: "Yes, I've come back."

The old man handed the long broom to Susu, looking kindly at Yang Fei.

"I knew you'd come back."

Seeing the person in Yang Fei's arms, the elder frowned.

"The person you hold is poisoned; he might not make it."

For some reason, Yang Fei felt a strong sense of attachment and affection for this elder.

He nodded, without concealment, spoke to the elder.

"Yes, he's been poisoned severely; he might not survive."

The old man took one glance and shook his head: "Ni Tang's poison can't be cured; let it be."

Susu supported the elder, gently speaking: "Master, do you have a way to make him speak? He holds a deep secret."

The old man sighed slightly, somewhat despondent.

"If I were younger, I could still use the last change of the Xuantian Nine Needles and save him."

"But now, I've grown old; why does Ni Tang want to kill this young man?"

Speaking, the elder sat at a stone table nearby with Susu's aid.

Yang Fei's eyes widened: "Master, you can do the last change of the Xuantian Nine Needles?"

The Xuantian Nine Needles are mysterious and magical; nine techniques, nine realms.

Yang Fei had only learned the Third Change, yet it was enough to surpass many esteemed medical experts.

The old man chuckled lightly: "You should call me Grand Master."

"Although Susu is younger, her rank is higher."

Susu turned to Yang Fei and smiled, a bit smug.

Yang Fei, indifferent, looking at the elder, eager for knowledge.

"Grand Master, what is the Ninth Change of the Xuantian Nine Needles like?"

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