"Kid... you... you dare curse me?"
The white-haired old man's gaze was sinister, looking at Shen Lang as if a venomous snake were eyeing its prey.
Yu Xiao was so frightened by his glare that her face turned pale. She instinctively took two steps back, finally hiding behind Shen Lang.
"It's not a curse, it's the truth."
Shen Lang looked at the white-haired old man and sneered, "You've committed countless evils, your virtue is utterly depleted. The thirty poisonous sores on your body are heaven's punishment for you. Three days from now, the sores will burst, and you will die a violent death."
"What?"
Upon hearing Shen Lang's words, the white-haired old man's eyes widened. His rage turned to shock. "Kid... how did you know I have thirty poisonous sores on me?"
The white-haired old man indeed had thirty poisonous sores. He had visited numerous top-tier hospitals and consulted countless specialists, but none could cure him.
The thirty poisonous sores caused him unbearable pain whenever they flared up, making him wish for death but unable to find it.
He used to be able to relieve the pain with painkillers, but after prolonged use, his body had developed immunity, rendering them ineffective.
However, he couldn't understand how Shen Lang, whom he had never met, could tell at a glance that he had sores on his body.
The people nearby were also in shock, never imagining that this old man, who was emitting a foul odor as he walked down the street, actually had dozens of poisonous sores on him.
Everyone felt an inexpressible disgust and aversion, quickly moving away from the white-haired old man.
"Kid, since you can tell at a glance that I have poisonous sores, you must have a way to cure me, right?"
Suddenly, the white-haired old man seemed to have realized something. He looked at Shen Lang with anticipation. "As long as you can cure me, I'll agree to any condition."
"Wealth, power, beautiful women, whatever you desire, I can give it to you."
However, Shen Lang merely let out another dismissive cold laugh. "Curing your poisonous sores is a simple matter for me, but I won't do it, because I won't go against heaven."
"One cannot defy heaven. If heaven wants you dead, you will die. Don't waste your efforts. Go home and prepare your coffin, put on your burial clothes, and wait for death."
As he spoke, the ride-hailing car Shen Lang had called was approaching and stopped in front of him.
Seeing this, Shen Lang said to Yu Xiao, "Let's go."
Soon, Shen Lang and Yu Xiao got into the car and left the scene.
"Grandpa, are you alright?"
Five minutes after Shen Lang and Yu Xiao left, a middle-aged man strode over, helped the white-haired old man who had fallen to the ground, and asked, "Why did you suddenly leave the hospital? Didn't the doctors tell you not to leave?"
"They didn't let me leave the hospital, but they couldn't cure me either. Staying in the hospital was of no use."
The white-haired old man looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Tianxiong, just now, I met a kid. He could tell at a glance that I have thirty poisonous sores. Do you believe it?"
"What?"
Upon hearing the white-haired old man's words, the middle-aged man looked incredulous. "How did he know?"
"I don't know."
The white-haired old man shook his head. "This kid is very secretive; I can't see through him. But my intuition tells me he can definitely cure my poisonous sores."
"I understand."
The middle-aged man nodded upon hearing this. "Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll bring that kid here to treat you."
"Make it quick. It must be quick."
The white-haired old man thought of Shen Lang's earlier words, his face looking grim. "If it takes too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait."
"Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll bring the kid to you as quickly as possible."
The middle-aged man patted his chest and promised.
Hearing this, the white-haired old man's expression eased slightly.
Shen Lang and Yu Xiao were unaware of their conversation. They returned to their villa in Emperor Villa Garden half an hour later.
Upon returning home, Yu Xiao went to the kitchen to cook, while Shen Lang chose a room to stay in. After taking two "Qi Gathering Pills," he began meditating to recover the depleted true qi.
In the span of half a day, Shen Lang had first used the "Dual Pupils Technique" and then consecutively employed the "Xiu" and "Jie" characters of the Taiyi Divine Needles, almost completely exhausting the true qi in his dantian.
After taking two "Qi Gathering Pills," Shen Lang circulated the Yi Jin Jing for one full cycle, barely recovering one-tenth of his true qi.
As Shen Lang hesitated whether to take another Qi Gathering Pill and continue cultivating, Yu Xiao's voice came from outside the door.
Hearing Yu Xiao's voice, Shen Lang finally decided to give up and walked out of the room.
"Brother Shen, dinner is ready. Let's eat."
Yu Xiao's voice was sweet and gentle, as if it could melt Shen Lang entirely.
Yu Xiao was not only beautiful but also an excellent cook.
There was braised pork, pan-fried potato slices, sweet and sour pork ribs, pickled cabbage fish, and a soup of duck intestine and tofu, all looking and smelling delicious.
Shen Lang sat at the dining table and soon began to eat ravenously.
When he was nine years old, he had starved for six days, to the point of near death and hanging by a thread.
No one in this world knew better than him the terrible feeling of hunger.
Soon, Shen Lang alone ate four or five bowls of rice, finishing all the dishes in front of him.
Seeing Shen Lang's eating habits, Yu Xiao and Yu Fei were dumbfounded.
"I'm full. You guys eat slowly."
After finishing his fifth bowl of rice and drinking two bowls of soup, Shen Lang put down his chopsticks and said to Yu Fei and Yu Xiao.
After speaking, Shen Lang opened the villa's main door.
As Shen Lang opened the door, a person was standing at the entrance.
This person was none other than the middle-aged man who had been with the white-haired old man earlier.
The middle-aged man was neither tall nor robust, nor even fierce. Yet, as he stood there, he exuded a sense of danger and menace.
Shen Lang looked at the middle-aged man and said coldly, "I didn't expect you to come so quickly. It seems I underestimated you."
A hint of surprise appeared on the middle-aged man's face. "You knew we would come?"
"A person who cherishes his life but is on the verge of death will grasp at any glimmer of hope. There's nothing surprising about it."
Shen Lang looked at the middle-aged man and continued, "I recognized you and the white-haired old man from earlier as being together, because you both have poisonous sores, although not as many as him. But they still torment you terribly."
"It seems Grandpa was right. You do know medicine."
The middle-aged man's voice was cold, but he couldn't suppress his inner excitement. He bowed respectfully to Shen Lang with a fist. "I am Lin Tianxiong of the Lin family. I am here on behalf of the family head to invite you to our home to treat the illness."
Shen Lang sneered and asked, "What if I refuse?"
Lin Tianxiong's voice was as calm as water.
"Go, and you shall have wealth and glory, success and fame."
"Refuse, and you die. The two girls in the villa die with you."