“Ning’Er, Ning’Er…”
Just as he sent Long Jiaojiao away, Jiang Ning heard his mother calling.
He rushed to the bedside.
Seeing his mother drenched in sweat and murmuring in her sleep, he was overcome with guilt.
Five years ago!
If he hadn’t trusted that bitch, Jiang Ruyu, his mother never would have suffered such a tragic fate.
Their family had been poor, but it was never this bad.
In the past five years, his mother must have sold off everything she owned trying to find him.
That’s how she ended up in this tiny shack, less than ten square meters and without even a toilet.
The closest public restroom was five hundred meters away!
“I’m here, Mom!”
Jiang Ning’s voice trembled.
Hearing her son’s voice, Su Qingwan shot awake as if from a nightmare, her eyes flying open and her hands grasping wildly at the air.
At last, her gaze settled on Jiang Ning’s face.
Realizing it wasn’t a dream, Su Qingwan threw her arms around her long-lost son.
“My son!
You’re finally back!
As long as you’ve come back, I don’t need anything else!”
Hearing her words, Jiang Ning felt his heart bleed.
Before he left, his mother had owned a large house.
It was less than a hundred square meters, but it had been more than enough for them.
But now…
“Mom, don’t worry.
I’m not leaving again.
Never again…”
Jiang Ning gently patted Su Qingwan’s back, soothing her.
Her body was wracked by years of toil, and her heart heavy with accumulated sorrow.
This wasn’t something that would heal in just a day or two.
“Alright, alright.
I’ll go make you something to eat.
You must be hungry.”
Feeling the warmth from Jiang Ning, Su Qingwan pushed away from him and headed for the door.
Jiang Ning was puzzled.
When he followed her outside to look, the sight made his heart bleed.
By the doorway stood a simple stove built from mud bricks.
Next to it were piles of scavenged dead branches.
On the stove sat a large iron wok, scorched black and covered in rust spots.
There were even five or six small holes along the wok’s rim.
“Mom—”
Jiang Ning fell to his knees.
“Ning’Er, what are you doing?”
Su Qingwan jumped in fright and quickly turned to help Jiang Ning to his feet.
“I may have suffered for so many years, but as long as you’re back, it was all worth it.
You go sit inside for a bit.
I’m going to cook you your favorite egg noodles.”
As she spoke, Su Qingwan ushered Jiang Ning back inside, as if unwilling to let him see her in such a wretched, embarrassing state.
‘Rest easy, Mom.
Now that I’m here, I’ll never let you suffer again.’
Jiang Ning vowed to himself.
「Meanwhile」
The Jiang family, who had been joyfully awaiting Jiang Ruyu’s first visit home as a bride, instead received her cold, lifeless body.
Moreover, the Jiang family’s son-in-law, Xu Mingsheng, had had both of his arms brutally snapped by that little bastard.
Such brutal methods!
The entire Jiang family was utterly enraged!
Jiang Ruyu’s parents, in particular, were practically bursting with a rage they couldn’t swallow.
“Mingsheng, just tell us what you need us to do!”
Jiang Sihai said to Xu Mingsheng.
Ostensibly, the Jiang family was in legitimate business, but in reality, Jiang Sihai had single-handedly propped up Yicheng’s Four Seas Gang.
It was just that no one knew.
“Uncle Jiang, today was supposed to be a joyous day for Ruyi and me, but because of that little bastard, both our families have suffered a terrible loss.
The Xu family is powerful in real estate, but when it comes to these shadowy martial arts organizations, we’re nothing compared to you.
Therefore, I want you to find someone to take out that little bastard, and while you’re at it, drain him of every last drop of his blood!”
Xu Mingsheng said, his teeth clenched in hatred.
Ever since Jiang Ning had left the hotel, Xu Mingsheng had gone over it in his mind again and again.
If he wanted revenge without damaging the Xu family’s foundations, his only option was to seek out Jiang Ruyu’s parents.
Most importantly, Jiang Ning was a Martial Artist.
A Martial Artist at the Profound Level or higher, no less!
You either don’t provoke someone like that, or you finish them in one decisive strike.
But when Jiang Sihai heard that Jiang Ning was strong enough to instantly kill a Profound Level Martial Artist, he fell silent.
“Jiang, what are you still thinking about?
Don’t you want to avenge our daughter?!”
Jiang Ruyu’s mother, Mei Changyan, roared hysterically from the side.
“It seems…
we have no choice but to ask *him* to come out of seclusion!”
A vicious look flashed across Jiang Sihai’s face.
Upon hearing the word “him,” Xu Mingsheng’s face flooded with ecstatic joy.
“Uncle Jiang, with him on our side, forget one little bastard—even ten of them would die without a place for a grave!”
…
After eating his fill, Jiang Ning told his mother to tidy up the house and that he was just stepping out to earn some money and would be back soon.
‘Oh, that boy.
It’s not so easy to earn money these days…
I’d be thanking heaven and earth if you could just find a good job today.’
Su Qingwan murmured to herself as she watched Jiang Ning’s retreating figure.
But Jiang Ning heard her every word.
Jiang Ning simply smiled.
He now possessed a host of heaven-defying abilities.
Making money was going to be incredibly simple.
Leaving home, Jiang Ning headed straight for the bustling downtown area of Yicheng.
The thirty-kilometer journey took him a mere ten-odd minutes.
Though called the downtown area, it was really a very lively market.
Here, everything from daily necessities, antiques, and calligraphy to gold, silver, and jade was bought and sold.
And after cultivating for so long, Jiang Ning knew it all—from array formation and alchemy to healing illnesses and exorcising ghosts.
Only by setting up a stall here would he not seem so out of place.
Finding a secluded spot, Jiang Ning sat down cross-legged.
He picked up a wooden plaque, and with a flick of his finger, four bold, powerful words appeared on it.
“Cures for the Incurable!”
The moment he set out the sign, countless eyes turned toward him.
This was a busy district, with all sorts of people coming and going.
But they had never seen anyone quite like Jiang Ning.
“Kid, if you’re just looking to scam some cash, you should’ve gone with fortune-telling or feng shui.
Curing incurable diseases?
Even old master physicians, even a divine doctor, wouldn’t dare make such a bold claim.”
“Exactly!
And look where you are!
To write those four words right next to the Huichun Building…
Are you trying to look like a buffoon?!”
Huichun Building!
It was the medical hall established by Yicheng’s very own Divine Doctor Li Huichun.
At a full six stories tall, it was an incredibly magnificent sight.
Most people didn’t even dare get close.
Jiang Ning listened to the surrounding chatter, but he didn’t get angry.
He simply waited in silence.
He had no intention of revealing his more esoteric, supernatural arts.
That would only attract unnecessary trouble!
In the mortal world, only his heaven-defying medical skills could make him money this stably and quickly.
“Make way!
Make way!
My master needs emergency help from Divine Doctor Li!”
Suddenly, a car worth tens of millions was racing through the crowded market, a man with a megaphone shouting from the sunroof.
This was a crowded market, and even with the constant warnings, some people couldn’t dodge in time.
On the path leading to the Huichun Building.
A pregnant woman was leading a little girl, about to cross the road.
But the sudden blare of the megaphone scared her so much that she froze on the spot, utterly at a loss…