Chapter 9: Storming the Wang Family for Money

At this moment, outside the Wang family’s gates, a cough echoed, followed by a loud proclamation: “The Divine Physician returns, curing all ailments!”

A young man in a peaked cap held up a comical sign. Hearing this, Wang Ai was bewildered. What a coincidence! He stepped outside and instantly recognized the man in the cap—it was none other than Chen Yang.

Shock flooded Wang Ai’s face, quickly transforming into burning rage. Pointing angrily at Chen Yang, he shouted, “You brat! You gravely injured my son, and I haven’t even sought revenge yet, but you dare come to my house and provoke me? Are you tired of living?”

Chen Yang hadn’t disguised himself; he’d merely changed into an outfit favored by charlatans and donned a peaked cap. He was doing it all on purpose, knowing that only by confronting them directly could he strike at their hearts.

Feigning ignorance, Chen Yang replied, “Master Wang, you must be mistaken. I’m not Chen Yang—I’m simply a Daoist who cures all diseases. Even if you were a eunuch, I could cure you!”

The word “eunuch” made Wang Ai’s beard bristle and his eyes bulge with fury. If not for Chen Yang’s formidable martial arts, he would have ordered his men to attack, regardless of consequences. However, after the incident at the Murong residence, Wang Ai had become far more cautious.

“Chen... Daoist!” Wang Ai forced himself to swallow his anger, speaking coldly, “What exactly do you want?”

Unable to defeat Chen Yang, Wang Ai could only play along for now, watching for an opening.

Chen Yang produced a red gourd, his expression half-smiling, half-mocking. “This is my meticulously crafted elixir, designed to cure all difficult diseases. If your son has somehow become a eunuch, this medicine will be of great use!”

First, he injured Wang Ai’s son, then shamelessly appeared before him to peddle his so-called miracle cure?

A murderous glint flashed in Wang Ai’s eyes. He could hardly believe Chen Yang’s audacity—was this the ultimate shamelessness?

“Do you think I’ll believe your nonsense?” Wang Ai clenched his fists, ready to act at any moment.

Chen Yang’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. If you don’t try my medicine, how can you know it doesn’t work?”

He continued, boasting, “Here’s the deal—you can try one pill first. If it doesn’t work, I’ll leave immediately.”

Chen Yang’s words did make Wang Ai waver, but he was no fool. Shrewdly, he demanded, “You take one first!”

Chen Yang had anticipated this and, without hesitation, swallowed a pill himself.

He wasn’t lying, nor was he a charlatan. The red gourd contained the very elixir he’d spent the previous night concocting. Of course, this so-called elixir was only effective in the mortal world; in the immortal realm, even dogs wouldn’t touch it.

After swallowing a pill, Chen Yang showed no ill effects. Seeing this, Wang Ai’s suspicions eased considerably. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he was compelled to take a pill and give it to Wang Mingyuan.

Three minutes later, Wang Ai burst out, his face alight with excitement.

“Well? I didn’t lie, did I? It works!” Chen Yang spoke confidently, as if everything was under his control.

Wang Ai was overjoyed, momentarily forgetting all enmity. He knew that, above all, he had to cure his son first.

“It works! It works! I’ll take all your medicine!” Wang Ai declared earnestly.

Chen Yang, however, was in no hurry. “Master Wang, don’t rush—my medicine isn’t cheap!”

Wang Ai suppressed his fury. “How much? Name your price.”

Chen Yang raised one finger.

Wang Ai responded generously, “Ten thousand per pill? I’ll give you twenty thousand—just give me all your medicine!”

Chen Yang shook his head with a sly smile.

Wang Ai frowned slightly. “Not ten thousand? Is it a hundred thousand?”

Chen Yang remained silent.

“One million?” Wang Ai could no longer contain himself.

But Chen Yang still wouldn’t agree. If it wasn’t a million, then it could only mean... ten million.

Ten million per pill—this was outright robbery.

Chen Yang finally spoke, his tone earnest. “To be honest, your son’s condition is fully under my control. To recover, he must take one pill a day for thirty days, after which he’ll be as good as new.”

He continued, “The pill you just tried isn’t free, either. Each one is worth one hundred million, and there are exactly twenty-nine left in my gourd!”

One hundred million per pill? Wang Ai was completely dumbfounded. This was a bandit’s price.

The Chen family’s real estate business had a funding shortfall of four or five hundred million, and now, Chen Yang was here to extort thirty times that from the Wang family.

There was no need to say it—his intentions were as clear as daylight.

“No! I absolutely cannot let the Chen family turn things around!” Wang Ai thought to himself.

But Wang Ai desperately wanted Chen Yang’s elixir, for it concerned the Wang family’s heirs—this was no trivial matter.

He fell into deep contemplation.

Chen Yang, meanwhile, was quite at ease, leisurely enjoying fine tea.

“Master Wang, everyone’s time is precious. Have you made up your mind?” Chen Yang’s innocent demeanor belied his awareness of the Wang family's so-called experts lurking nearby. He knew that if Wang Ai smashed his cup, a battle would erupt instantly.

But ultimately, Wang Ai, intimidated by Chen Yang’s martial prowess, refrained from smashing the cup.

After a long silence, Wang Ai spoke in a low voice, “One hundred million per pill is impossible. If you’re sensible, I can give you ten million and buy them all.”

Ten million was Wang Ai’s final offer.

He was a shrewd old fox and knew that ten million was a drop in the bucket for the Chen family—it wouldn’t even cover their workers’ wages.

No matter what, the Chen family couldn’t recover.

Chen Yang grinned mischievously. “Master Wang, I never imagined your precious son—no, your Wang family’s descendants—are worth only ten million?”

He stood up and, without another word, turned to leave.

“Wait!” Wang Ai, now desperate, called out, “Thirty million—fine, thirty million!”

Chen Yang’s elixir had cost only a few hundred to make. Thirty million was already a fortune. But Chen Yang was no ordinary man—thirty billion was only the first step; there would be more to come.

Who knew how many steps the Wang family could endure?

Chen Yang said nothing, remaining as relaxed as ever.

At this moment, Wang Ai could no longer restrain himself. Burning with rage, he smashed his cup and shouted, “Chen Yang! First you hurt my son, then you insulted my family! If you know what’s good for you, leave the medicine here—or you’ll never walk out alive!”

With those words, a dozen burly men suddenly appeared around him.

They were the Wang family’s elite, skilled fighters by local standards. This was the moment they'd been trained for—they would show no mercy.

They lunged at Chen Yang like hungry wolves.

Chen Yang curled his lip, his eyes full of disdain. To him, the Wang and Xu families were insignificant. These fierce thugs were nothing more than gang leaders; not one was a true martial artist.

Compared to the Chu and Murong families, the Wang family was far inferior.

With matters come to this point, Chen Yang no longer held back. He unleashed his movement techniques—a seemingly simple punch sent three men flying, a casual kick left two more bedridden for three years.

He moved like a phantom through their ranks, executing each move with ease.

Within a minute, the dozen strongmen lay on the ground, howling like dying dogs.

Chen Yang had deliberately avoided fatal blows, so they would live, but suffer.

Wang Ai, witnessing this, was completely subdued.

He’d known Chen Yang was skilled, but never imagined he was this formidable. Could he truly be a young grandmaster?

Wang Ai swallowed hard, suppressing his terror and letting go of his former arrogance. He knew that the Wang family was no match for Chen Yang.

If Chen Yang were allowed to grow unchecked, the Wang family would surely face disaster.

The realization almost overwhelmed him with fear, and just then, Chen Yang approached, wearing a devilish smile.

“He’s a demon! He must be a demon!” Wang Ai, overcome with fear, instinctively retreated until he was backed against a wall.

Chen Yang paused, smiling wickedly. “Master Wang, look—your men all need to go to the hospital. That’s another hefty medical bill. Was it really worth it?”

His smile turned even more sinister as he waved the pills before Wang Ai.

Under immense pressure, Wang Ai finally relented. “Fine—thirty billion it is. I’ll transfer the money now. Give me the medicine!”

“That’s more like it!” Chen Yang replied with his usual wicked grin. “Thirty billion for your family’s descendants—it’s a bargain!”

Wang Ai ignored him and immediately called his bank manager.

The Wang family were prominent enough to transfer up to a hundred billion through special channels.

Half an hour later, the money arrived in Chen Yang’s account.

True to his word, he handed over the so-called elixir.

In truth, this crude medicine was worthless in the immortal realm. It merely stimulated the body’s potential, making the patient feel much improved for a short time.

While it had no real side effects, it was merely a stopgap—not a real cure.

In the immortal realm, such a pill would be scorned even by dogs.