"Since you asked, Mr. Jiang, I will speak frankly. I have come here to save my daughter. I have an only daughter named Ye Ming, who is nineteen years old. She has been in poor health since childhood and suffers from a strange illness. Every time the full moon rises, her body undergoes a transformation; her skin develops fine scales like a snake, and during this time, her blood temperature drops far below normal human levels. This causes her immense pain whenever the illness strikes. I have sought out many renowned doctors, but modern medicine cannot cure her. Master Chen said my daughter is afflicted by the Serpent Evil, and only the blood of a spiritual snake can heal her. There is a spiritual snake in Python Ridge, so we hope to capture it and use its blood to treat my daughter." Ye Xinru's voice was filled with sorrow as she spoke of her daughter, tears welling up in her eyes. As a mother, witnessing her daughter's suffering month after month while feeling powerless was a pain that could not be understood unless one experienced it themselves.
After finishing her plea, Ye Xinru fixed her gaze on Jiang Chen, fearing he might say there was no hope for her daughter.
Jiang Chen smiled lightly and said, "It's a small matter. Here’s what we’ll do: you go back for now, and when I have time, I will go to Gusu to treat your daughter. You can come here to collect jade anytime you wish!"
"Really? Mr. Jiang, when do you think you will go to Gusu? I don’t want my daughter to suffer any longer," Ye Xinru asked eagerly.
"That's hard to say for sure, but I will do my best—by October at the latest," Jiang Chen replied after a moment of contemplation.
"Alright then, Mr. Jiang. Since you are staying here and don't want the jade for yourself, is it also for the sake of the snake spirit? I will share the profits from the jade with you," Ye Xinru said helplessly.
"A mere little snake is not worth my concern. I have other purposes for coming here. As for the profits from mining jade, feel free to divide them however you like!" Jiang Chen chuckled; if Ye Xinru wanted to share the profits, that would only improve employee benefits at Dongsheng Group.
Why was that? Ye Xinru felt puzzled but understood boundaries well enough not to press further.
Chen Zhi shakily stood up from the ground and approached Jiang Chen with great embarrassment. "Mr. Jiang, I apologize for my earlier shortsightedness and lack of recognition."
For an old man like Chen Zhi to apologize to someone younger was already quite commendable.
Jiang Chen glanced at Chen Zhi and said, "Master Chen, I admire your courage. Your skills might be sufficient in one-on-one situations, but coming to the Golden Triangle and facing these warlords is tantamount to seeking death. You certainly have guts."
Chen Zhi felt even more ashamed. "Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Jiang." He bowed humbly; in the face of absolute power, there was no room for pride.
Jiang Chen lowered his head slightly and noticed that Chen Zhi had been shot in the thigh—likely hitting an artery—as blood continued to flow profusely. Chen Zhi was forcing himself to stand despite his pale face and trembling body; if Jiang Chen didn’t help him stop the bleeding soon, he might die from blood loss before reaching Huaxia.
Deciding to play the role of a good Samaritan, Jiang Chen directly injected Spiritual Energy into Chen Zhi's wound to help stop the bleeding. The Spiritual Energy had healing properties, and soon enough, Chen Zhi's wound began to scab over and heal.
Chen Zhi was taken aback; after all, he was knowledgeable in Zhenren Dao Fa and recognized that what Jiang Chen had just done was an impressive feat of skill—something he had only read about in ancient texts.
"Mr. Jiang, thank you very much! I hope that when you come to Gusu next time, I can properly entertain you!" Chen Zhi said earnestly.
"Sure, let’s talk about it when I go to Gusu," Jiang Chen replied.
Ye Xinru, Chen Zhi, and Yao Bao then left.
In the following days, Jiang Chen remained in Python Ridge Seclusion for Cultivation. According to the Heavenly Transformation Great Dao Technique's fifty attributes of Dao—having nearly completed his foundation in water attributes—he now focused on fire attributes.
Beneath this area lay magma; Jiang Chen utilized the essence of fire within it to establish his foundation for fire attributes.
After more than twenty days had passed, most of Python Ridge's Spiritual Energy had been absorbed by Jiang Chen, and his foundation in fire attributes was nearing completion.
Meanwhile, Yao Bao waited below Python Ridge. After waiting for over twenty days without seeing Jiang Chen return after sending Ye Xinru off at the foot of Python Ridge, he felt close to breaking down but dared not leave.
One day, as usual, Yao Bao looked up at Python Ridge when suddenly a figure emerged from the dense forest above him, stepping lightly on fallen leaves as they approached him.
Yao Bao was overjoyed. After waiting for more than twenty days, he finally saw Jiang Chen again.
"Mr. Jiang, it's bad news. While you were gone for over twenty days, Kunshan's stronghold has been taken over by other warlords from the Golden Triangle, and his treasury has also been seized," Yao Bao said hurriedly upon seeing Jiang Chen.
"Since no one has managed the Golden Triangle area, I will take charge," Jiang Chen replied with a faint smile, exuding an overwhelming aura of dominance.
The Golden Triangle had always been chaotic and was one of the three major drug production areas on Earth. Now that Jiang Chen had arrived in the Golden Triangle, he decided to take action and manage the region. He would not allow the ill-gotten gains of Kunshan to benefit other warlords in the Golden Triangle.
"Lead the way!" Jiang Chen commanded.
Yao Bao nodded repeatedly, not daring to defy Jiang Chen in the slightest. The methods displayed by Jiang Chen had far exceeded Yao Bao's understanding; given such a presence, even if Yao Bao had a hundred times more courage, he would not dare to oppose him.
In the Golden Triangle, Wangba Town was located in the southern part of the region where three countries intersected, and it was quite prosperous with a population of hundreds of thousands.
"Mr. Jiang, Kunshan's stronghold is right here. The most luxurious villa in Wangba Town belongs to Kunshan. However, since Kunshan's death, his villa has been occupied by Wang Meng. The strength of Wang Meng's organization is about the same as Kunshan's; he should not be your match, Mr. Jiang. Could we negotiate with Wang Meng to have him withdraw from Kunshan's territory?" Yao Bao suggested.
"No need for that. After lunch, I will go find him," Jiang Chen replied dismissively.
"Uh, alright then," Yao Bao said helplessly. Regardless of whether it was Kunshan or Wang Meng, these so-called warlords of the Golden Triangle were ruthless killers; encountering Jiang Chen this time could be considered their misfortune.
Yao Bao was familiar with Wangba Town and led Jiang Chen to the town's most luxurious and distinctive restaurant.
Once inside the restaurant, Yao Bao kept talking non-stop, introducing the history of the restaurant and its signature dishes to Jiang Chen.
The dishes that Jiang Chen ordered quickly arrived at the table, and he began eating directly.
Seeing that Jiang Chen did not invite him to eat, Yao Bao did not dare to touch his food either.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Chen turned to Yao Bao and said, "You can eat now."
Although it was leftover food, Yao Bao did not dare to voice any objections. After thanking Jiang Chen, he began to eat.
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