Huang Zhongyi could not suppress his disappointment. 'Is it still not possible?' The leader of the Galaxy Sect, his father Huang Wenyue's illness was worsening day by day.
Until recently, he still had some awareness, but lately, the days when he could not regain consciousness had increased significantly.
A person without consciousness cannot eat food.
If this continues, it was certain that he would take his last breath in just a few days.
In his urgent state, he had called upon the most renowned doctors from all over the world, and now he was also seeking help from the various sects of the martial world with whom he had connections, but they too could not provide any specific answers.
Fortunately, today, the figures from the Sichen Tang family, who boasted the greatest expertise in poisons, had come, so he held onto a glimmer of hope.
However, the situation unfolding was enough to disappoint Huang Zhongyi.
"It is difficult."
As expected, upon hearing the negative words, Huang Zhongyi let out a soft sigh.
"Are you saying that even the Tang family, known for their mastery of poisons, cannot heal my father?"
"Of course, our Tang family prides itself on being the best in the world when it comes to poisons. We can detoxify any poison."
"And yet?"
"But the illness of Yingzhong is not caused by poison."
Huang Zhongyi narrowed his brows.
"Are you saying that with symptoms like that, it is not poison?"
Elder Tang Ming of the Tang family lightly nodded.
"The symptoms are similar, but it is not poisoning. There seems to be a fundamentally different cause."
"Ugh."
Huang Zhongyi's complexion darkened to the point where it could not get any darker.
Despite inviting renowned doctors with the financial power of the Galaxy Sect and promising enormous rewards, no one had appeared to cure Huang Wenyue's illness.
"It is certain that it is not a chronic illness, right?"
"It does not appear to be natural."
"Then what on earth is going on?" At that, Tang Ming lowered his gaze slightly, as if he found the situation difficult.
Seeing his expression, Huang Zhongyi sighed.
"I apologize. I know you are not a doctor, but I am just so frustrated."
"I am sorry that I cannot be of help."
"No, it is fine. Please forgive me for not seeing you off."
Tang Ming stood up and left with a bitter expression.
"What am I to do?" Huang Zhongyi held his head in his hands.
His father's condition was worsening day by day, and how could a son with wealth feel so helpless? 'What sin has my father committed to endure such suffering?' Huang Wenyue had lived his life helping the poor.
He knew that the will of heaven does not always align with cause and effect, but was this not too cruel? To suffer from an unknown illness for a year and then face death...
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"May I come in?"
"Ah... yes, Elder."
The door opened, and a white-haired man in a striking white robe entered.
"I just saw Elder Tang Ming leaving."
"That is correct."
"Young master. I feel embarrassed to keep saying the same thing, but it is time to accept the truth. The only way to save Lord Huang is through Dao."
Huang Zhongyi's face twisted slightly.
"I understand what you mean, Elder. However, I do not wish to rely on such things just yet."
"Young master, did I not tell you? The symptoms of Yingzhong are the price of going against the flow. You have gathered too much and twisted too many things artificially. If you let go now and focus on the Dao, Lord Yingzhong may recover."
Huang Zhongyi turned to look at the man.
However, the man continued speaking as if he felt no burden from Huang Zhongyi's gaze.
"It is not common for the head of the Great Zhongnan to personally offer a ritual. Why do you not understand that you can enjoy such blessings because of Lord Huang, who has maintained a connection with the Galaxy Sect for a long time? Time is running out. Do not leave any regrets."
"…I will wait a little longer."
"Fleeting."
The man clicked his tongue, as if Huang Zhongyi was doing something foolish.
Huang Zhongyi bit his lower lip slightly.
The reason he had to endure such rude words and treatment was very simple.
The man before him was none other than the Elder of Zhongnan, Ji Muxing.
Zhongnan had been a famous sect since ancient times, but recently, it had been rising rapidly, making its name known throughout the world.
It was evaluated that in a few generations, it would surely take the place of the number one sword sect in the world.
Moreover, Xian had always been a place of great influence for Zhongnan.
With the Elder of Zhongnan personally making an offer, how could Huang Zhongyi, a mere young master, refuse coldly?
'They will demand another fortune in exchange for performing the ritual.' It was not that he was reluctant to part with money.
If he could save his father, he would not mind giving up all his wealth.
However, if they truly had the confidence to save his father through the Dao, they would not ask for an advance payment but would perform the ritual first and then demand compensation afterward.
The instincts he had honed through a lifetime of business made it clear to him what they were after.
"Not all the replies to the letters sent to various places have come back yet. I will wait for the responses and then decide."
"It is truly frustrating. How can they cure an illness that even the renowned doctors could not? Did you not just hear what the Tang family said?"
Huang Zhongyi's eyebrows twitched.
It was as if the man was speaking as if he had heard the entire conversation between Huang Zhongyi and Tang Ming.
He seemed unaware, but did he not mean that he had eavesdropped on their conversation?
'Shameless.' Huang Zhongyi let out a deep sigh.
Unfortunately, he did not have the strength to point that out at the moment.
If Huang Wenyue were to pass away like this, the Galaxy Sect would inevitably be weakened.
In that case, it would be necessary to maintain a relationship with Zhongnan, which had great influence in Xian, even if it meant spending a fortune.
"Please give me a little more time. It is not that I do not trust Zhongnan. It is simply the desire of a son to try everything possible."
"Time is running out. If Lord Yingzhong passes away, do not forget that it will be the result of the young master's futile obsession."
Huang Zhongyi's fist clenched tightly under the table.
"I will keep that in mind."
At that moment.
"Young master!" A hurried voice came from outside.
"What is it?"
"Hua Mountain! Someone has come from Hua Mountain!"
"Did you just say Hua Mountain?"
"Yes! Hua Mountain!"
Huang Zhongyi's eyes trembled slightly.
Hua Mountain was also one of the places he had sent letters to.
However, since he had little hope for Hua Mountain, the letter sent there was the last to depart.
Considering the timing, it had only just arrived, yet they had already sent someone?
'Could it be?' If they had no specific knowledge about Huang Wenyue's condition, they would not have sent someone directly instead of sending a letter.
With a renewed glimmer of hope, Huang Zhongyi was about to rise when a cold voice interrupted.
"Hua Mountain?"
Ji Muxing's eyes showed a hint of aging.
Just hearing the name Hua Mountain made his expression visibly harden.
Then a rough voice followed.
"Those who have already fallen apart are making a fuss! Where do you think this is?"
Huang Zhongyi bit his lip slightly.
Of course, Ji Muxing was referring to Xian, but Huang Zhongyi could not help but feel that Ji Muxing regarded the Galaxy Sect as nothing more than a part of Zhongnan.
"Young master. There is no need to meet with such people. How can Hua Mountain know anything to cure Lord Yingzhong's illness?"
Huang Zhongyi's face hardened.
"Even so, they are people who came after receiving our message. Is it reasonable to treat them with disdain?"
"You must listen to me."
"Elder."
Huang Zhongyi cut him off as if there was no need for further discussion.
"This is the Galaxy Sect. Do not forget that it is not Zhongnan."
"Hmm!" Ji Muxing could not hide his displeasure, but Huang Zhongyi ignored his reaction and stood up.
He hurriedly opened the door and stepped outside.
'You never know.' The renowned doctors could not cure it, and the most prestigious sects had not provided any solutions.
Therefore, perhaps the answer might come from an unexpected place.
Once outside, Huang Zhongyi looked around.
"Where are the people who came from Hua Mountain?"
The attendant replied, bending at the waist.
"They are at the entrance."
"You left guests who came from afar standing at the entrance? No matter how chaotic it is, what kind of rudeness is that!" In an instant, Huang Zhongyi's voice grew intense.
However, the attendant did not immediately apologize but instead glanced at the entrance, gnashing his teeth.
"I was going to bring them in right away, but... it is just such an incomprehensible situation..."
"Step aside. I will go greet them myself."
"Young master! One..."
Huang Zhongyi's expression hardened as he moved forward.
He did not like the attendant's awkward stance. 'Since when did the Galaxy Sect divide guests based on status?' If his father had been conscious, he would have issued a stern order immediately.
Those who do business should serve from the lowest position.
Those who divide guests based on status and wealth do not deserve to be in business, and that was the belief of Lord Huang.
How could those who should know this commit such rudeness, leaving guests from Hua Mountain standing at the entrance just because their influence had waned?
'I must reorganize the sect once again!' Huang Zhongyi vowed inwardly as he approached the entrance.
Soon, he saw a small child standing on one leg at the entrance. 'Hmm.
A disciple of Hua Mountain.' The white robe and the plum blossom pattern embroidered on his chest unmistakably marked him as a disciple of Hua Mountain.
Huang Zhongyi looked at the child and spoke directly.
"Young disciple, I have committed a rudeness."
At that, the young disciple tilted his head slightly.
"No, well, that could happen."
"I am Huang Zhongyi, the young master of the Galaxy Sect. It is my fault for not properly educating my subordinates, so please blame me."
"It’s fine. I didn’t come to receive any special treatment."
His response was a bit cheeky.
Huang Zhongyi maintained his expression and continued speaking.
"Thank you for your understanding. But where are your companions?"
"I came alone."
"Oh, I see. Alone... yes?" Huang Zhongyi's head shot up.
"What did you just say?"
"I said I came alone."
The young disciple shrugged and smiled.
"I have brought a way to cure Lord Huang's illness, so please guide me quickly. Oh, and I would like to confirm what you mentioned about the enormous reward. Is that alright?"
"……."
Huang Zhongyi's eyes trembled.
What on earth was this child? This was the first time Huang Zhongyi of the Galaxy Sect was meeting the plum blossom sword master, Qing Ming.