Yang Fei only gave the old man one glance and was abruptly startled.

The old man exuded a faint aura of dead silence.

Yet, wrapped within that silent aura was an unfathomable and indeterminable force.

He seemed like a live volcano, seemingly covered by thick volcanic ash.

However, once erupted, the impact would be earth-shattering and unstoppable.

Although Yang Fei was merely a martial arts master of the Mingjin Earth-grade, he had once been a peerless expert at the Transforming Energy Peak.

With one look, he could tell the old man's formidability.

The old man's clothing was simple, wearing a military overcoat that had been washed to a faded white, with hands hidden in its sleeves.

The wrinkles on his face were dense and fine, like they had been etched with a knife.

The old man was very, very old, walking with a stooped back and bowed head.

No matter from which angle, he appeared to be an utterly ordinary old man.

However, Yang Fei knew that this old man was anything but ordinary.

The old man walked up to Yang Fei, squinting his eyes, and took a glance at him.

Then, he nodded in approval, "Not bad, you have developed twenty-eight nodes within your body, you have great potential."

Yang Fei was shocked even more.

This cryptic and queer old man had, with just one glance, accurately discerned the number of nodes he had developed within his body.

Such perspicacity was truly terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Seeing the uncertainty in Yang Fei's eyes, the old man smiled kindly.

He said gently, "I am the steward of Jingshui Villa, they all call me Uncle Yu."

"Young Master Ming Tai has entrusted me to deliver something to you."

As he spoke, he opened his palm flatly, revealing a dark and glossy token.

The token was of an ancient design, with some rare and bizarre seal characters on it.

Yang Fei looked puzzled.

He couldn't understand what use such a plain and unremarkable token could have.

The old man smiled as he placed the token in Yang Fei's hand.

He spoke calmly, "This token has a deep connection with you, keep it safe."

Yang Fei subconsciously grasped the token, feeling its substantial weight.

This small token was incredibly heavy.

The old man smiled as he glanced at Yang Fei, his eyes twinkling with enigmatic amusement.

Afterward, he handed Yang Fei a note, saying indifferently, "This is Young Master Ming Tai's contact information."

"The young master said, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can call him."

Yang Fei looked down at the note, which indeed had a phone number written on it.

Beneath it was the signature: Xue Mingtai.

Yang Fei thought about the various oddities of Xue Mingtai and couldn't help shivering, further solidifying the doubt in his mind.

Ni Ma, Xue Mingtai really is gay, is he hitting on me?

Yang Fei felt an impulse to immediately tear up the note and run away as fast as he could.

Enemies weren't frightening, what was most terrifying were these enigmatic and unclear gay men.

Uncle Yu watched as Yang Fei spaced out, smiling at him once again.

The amusement in his eyes was intriguing.

The old man coughed twice, speaking leisurely, "Since we've met today, I don't have much to gift you."

"I've heard you are skilled in acupuncture techniques; I have a book on the Silver Needle Acupoint Technique for you to study, it may be of some help to you."

As he said this, he pulled a yellowed notebook from inside his overcoat and handed it to Yang Fei.

The notebook wasn't really a classic, just a handwritten copy.

The cover was carelessly inscribed with "Detailed Explanation of Xuantian Nine Needles," written in crooked and uneven characters, not at all neat or refined.

Yet, Yang Fei was greatly astonished.

He had once heard of the Xuantian Nine Needles Technique from a domestic Chinese medicine master.

It was said to be a miraculous medical practice capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing broken bones.

At the same time, it's also the world's cruellest punishment, capable of reversing one's meridians and making life worse than death.

"One needle, Heaven; one needle, hell!"

It is said that the Xuantian Nine Needles require only four needles to save a person.

More than five, and it's the legendary method of the immortals.

And no matter how fierce the villain, they absolutely cannot withstand more than three needles of the Xuantian Nine Needles.

This miraculous technique, because it's too mystical, has become a legend in the world of traditional Chinese medicine.

A master of traditional Chinese medicine once sighed and said that they could die without regrets if they could witness these miraculous acupuncture techniques with their own eyes.

That highly esteemed master of traditional Chinese medicine made the Xuantian Nine Needles sound so mystical that Yang Fei didn't really believe it.

Out of politeness, he listened and let it be, without taking it to heart.

Who would have thought that Yang Fei would obtain the true scriptures of the Xuantian Nine Needles from Uncle Yu's hands?

Seeing Yang Fei in a daze, Uncle Yu didn't stay any longer, bowed his back, and gradually walked away.

Yang Fei snapped out of his astonishment and quickly caught up to Uncle Yu, bowing to thank him.

"Thank you, Uncle Yu, for imparting the secret technique to me."

Uncle Yu smiled faintly again, "No need for thanks. I'm just returning the complete piece to its rightful owner. Take care."

After he spoke, he coughed lightly twice and disappeared into the thick fog.

"Returning the complete piece to its rightful owner? What does that mean?"

Yang Fei stood in place, filled with indescribable confusion.

Whether it was Uncle Yu or Xue Mingtai, they seemed to bear no malice towards him.

And it seems as if they both understood Yang Fei's past and present, but everyone deliberately avoided talking about it.

What exactly had he experienced before the age of eighteen?

What secrets were hidden within the mists of those blank memories?

Yang Fei was stunned for a while, then stopped troubling himself over these matters.

The future will be addressed in the future.

As long as he was alive, the truth would surely surface one day.

Yang Fei put away the secret technique of the Xuantian Nine Needles given to him by Uncle Yu.

He hesitated for a moment but finally carefully preserved Xue Mingtai's note.

However, thinking that Xue Mingtai might be gay, Yang Fei made a decision.

Under no circumstances would he contact this pretty boy again.

He returned to his room, where Liang Jiayi had already gotten up, and had finished washing up, putting on makeup, and changing clothes.

Yang Fei's heart pounded, fearing that the little miss would not let the events of last night go.

To his surprise, as soon as Liang Jiayi saw him, she greeted him with a smile, "Brother Fei, good morning."

"Good morning."

Yang Fei responded.

When their eyes met, they couldn't help but smile at each other.

The small warmth of the previous night, the slight displeasure, dissolved into nothing.

Just as Yang Fei had predicted, the gathering ended that afternoon.

Ye Zi stayed with Xue Mingtai at Jingshui Villa.

The other elite offspring said their goodbyes and left Jingshui Villa one after another.

Yang Fei noticed that Fang Tang and Fan Song were the first to leave Jingshui Villa.

He understood the intentions of these two guys and couldn't help but smirk.

Jingshui Villa is not too far from Yannan City, just three or four hundred miles away.

It would take Fang Tang and Fan Song no more than three hours to rush back to Yannan.

By doing so, the time left for Lin Xueyi and Su Yinxue was cut short.

However, Yang Fei had his own ways to ensure that Fang Tang and Fan Song couldn't reach Yannan City before the end of the day.

The method was simple.

Yang Fei used his phone's wireless network function to hack into the central computers of Fang Tang and Fan Song's cars.

He planted Trojan viruses in the central computers of their vehicles.

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