Xu Letian spoke with increasing excitement, but Ye Bufan did not refute his words. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and smiled at Xu Letian, which made Xu Letian sense something was not right.
"Are you tired of talking?" Ye Bufan asked.
"No!" Xu Letian said indignantly, "The Liu family has lost many cooperative projects because of you. Young Master Yang's second son was also injured by you. What are your intentions?"
"Since you're not tired, keep talking."
Ye Bufan extended his palm. Zhu Zizhen felt a slight tremor from his needle bag, and three silver needles flew out, piercing precisely into Xu Letian's head with lightning speed.
"You've said so many lies, now tell me the truth." Ye Bufan's lips curved slightly.
Xu Letian immediately shut his mouth, his expression blank, only his eyeballs darting around, looking somewhat flustered.
"Who are you?" Ye Bufan asked.
"Xu Letian," Xu Letian replied.
"Then why did you scold me?" Ye Bufan circulated his true qi, and the three silver needles sank a millimeter deeper.
"Because you offended the Yang family, and I wanted to vent anger on behalf of their young master," Xu Letian blurted out without thinking.
"Whoa—" At these words, everyone present began to whisper.
Ye Bufan was very satisfied with the effect, but Yang Xiuwen, who was not far away, turned ashen and clenched his fists tightly.
"If that's the case, then everything you just said to me was a lie?" Ye Bufan asked again.
"It was all a lie," Xu Letian said.
Ye Bufan nodded and asked, "In that case, then kneel down and apologize to me."
Without a word, Xu Letian knelt before Ye Bufan and performed a solemn kowtow.
"Scoundrel! Scoundrel!" Just then, a middle-aged man rushed over from behind, pulled Xu Letian up, and slapped him hard.
"You've disgraced our Xu family!" The man slapped him again.
Xu Letian's eyes were panicked, but his face remained expressionless.
Ye Bufan secretly controlled his true qi and withdrew the silver needles from Xu Letian.
"Dad! It's him! He's the one doing this!" Xu Letian pointed at Ye Bufan in terror. "I don't know why, I didn't want to say it, but I inexplicably told the truth."
Xu Letian's face was half-slapped by his father, Xu Huanshan, and he felt even more wronged.
"Hey! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. You just admitted yourself that you wanted to vent anger for the Yang family and came here to cause trouble," Wang Xinyan quickly stepped forward. "Everyone here heard it clearly."
"Slap—" Xu Letian's father slapped him again, knocking him to the ground.
Wang Xinyan secretly gave Ye Bufan a thumbs-up. Ye Bufan handed the silver needles to Zhu Zizhen, who was momentarily stunned.
"Truly a malicious technique."
At this moment, a person walked in from the crowd, accompanied by an older and a younger individual. The younger one was wearing a dark blue suit, while the older one wore a black long gown.
Ye Bufan's gaze fell on the middle-aged man behind them. The man's aura was restrained, and his steps were steady. It was clear at a glance that he was a martial artist. Within a breath, Ye Bufan discerned the other party – a peak-level martial artist.
Seeing the newcomers, Wang Xinyan secretly told Ye Bufan that this person was Yang Fei's father, Yang Xuancheng, and the younger one was Yang Xiuwen, Yang Fei's elder brother.
Yang Xuancheng and Ye Bufan made eye contact. Xu Huanshan saw Yang Xuancheng and hurried to greet him.
"Patriarch Yang, this Ye Bufan is simply going too far. He relies on his rudimentary acupuncture skills to needle my son, making him speak nonsense. It's truly detestable." Xu Huanshan complained to Yang Xuancheng about Ye Bufan's transgressions.
"Oh?" Ye Bufan looked at Yang Xuancheng and Xu Huanshan and asked, "Malicious? I'd like to know how it's malicious."
"You forcibly used needles on Young Master Xu, making him say things against his will. Isn't that malicious?" Yang Xuancheng said.
"Then I apologize. This acupuncture technique was taught to me by my master, and it's called 'Tongue of Truth.' Mr. Yang, would you like to try it yourself and see if my technique is real?" Ye Bufan said with a smile.
Yang Xuancheng frowned slightly and remained silent for a few seconds. Yang Xiuwen was about to step forward to speak but was stopped by Yang Xuancheng.
"Divine Doctor Zhu, is this Ye Bufan your disciple? When choosing disciples, character is the most important thing, otherwise, you might misjudge and choose someone with a bad moral compass. He has no safety awareness at all, how can he arbitrarily needle people?" Yang Xuancheng turned to Zhu Zizhen.
Zhu Zizhen was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward.
"Patriarch Yang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Ye Bufan is not my disciple," Zhu Zizhen said.
Upon hearing this, Yang Xuancheng burst into laughter. He turned to Xu Huanshan, Yang Xiuwen, and the old man behind him and said, "Brother Huanshan, Xiuwen, Elder Zhou, did you hear that? Even Divine Doctor Zhu doesn't acknowledge him as his disciple."
"I never said he was my disciple. Can't you understand my words?" Zhu Zizhen retorted. "This Ye Bufan is my master, Zhu Zizhen. His medical skills are even superior to mine. It was my master Ye Bufan who snatched the former patriarch of the Chu family, Chu He, back from the King of Hell."
"Boom—"
At these words, a clamor erupted from the crowd. Everyone began to discuss Ye Bufan. No one expected that the famous Divine Doctor Zhu Zizhen would actually bow to a young man who hadn't even fully grown his whiskers. Some believed it, while others did not.
Yang Xuancheng was also taken aback. He belonged to the group that refused to believe.
"I don't believe it," Yang Xuancheng said. "Divine Doctor Zhu, are you planning to retire, and therefore fabricating such a lie to help your disciple achieve fame at a young age?"
"Whether you believe it or not is none of my business. This is the fact, and I am merely stating it," Zhu Zizhen directly scolded Yang Xuancheng.
"Pfft—" Wang Xinyan couldn't help but laugh upon hearing Zhu Zizhen's words. There were very few people in Jinhe who could scold Yang Xuancheng and get away with it, and Zhu Zizhen was one of them.
"Dad, is Divine Doctor Zhu old and confused? Mixing up masters and disciples?" Yang Xiuwen reacted the fastest and stepped forward immediately, saying, "Is Divine Doctor Zhu old and confused? Mixing up masters and disciples?"
"Divine Doctor Zhu is very clear-headed. I can prove his words are true," at this moment, Chu He's voice rang out from the back of the crowd. Everyone turned to see Chu He walking in with Chu Mengyao, Chu Qianceng, and Chu Haoyu.
Seeing Chu He appear, Yang Xuancheng's face turned even gloomier.
"A week ago, I was critically ill, and even Divine Doctor Zhu said there was no hope. It was Mr. Ye Bufan who appeared and pulled me back from the brink of death," Chu He stated. "Everyone in my Chu family knows about this matter. Furthermore, I, Chu He, would like to formally introduce to everyone that this Ye Bufan is the rumored guest martial artist of our Chu family. At such a young age, he has already reached the level of a senior martial artist."