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Ye Mingshang's brows furrowed into a "川" shape, veins bulging high, and his angry face turned red, causing Xu Chen beside him to step back two paces in fright.
"Smack!" A hand grabbed his wrist.
A weak and unclear voice came from the fat man, "Don't... don't blame him, it's not his fault..."
Ye Mingshang said painfully, "But! But he took your Dao Dan!"
Dao Dan is fundamental for a master, even more precious than Sariputra of the High Monk. It is the crystallization of the magical power of those above the Real Person level and is essential for cultivation. Losing a Dao Dan is no different from being rendered useless.
"He still remembers our friendship... He gave me his own..."
As the fat man spoke, Ye Mingshang checked again.
Indeed, there were traces of Dao Dan within the fat man's body, but it wasn't his own; it wasn't Joan's either. It was the one he had given him back at Chen Family Hollow. The magical power on this Dao Dan was very weak, only at the level of a Sorcerer, barely keeping the fat man alive and preventing him from completely becoming useless. However, his peak cultivation at the Celestial Master level was gone.
Slowly exhaling, Ye Mingshang tried to suppress his emotions and asked, "How did Joan take your Dao Dan? With his talent, he should be able to catch up to you in a few years."
The fat man's expression was somewhat dim. In fact, he couldn't show much expression; he only had his eyes lowered, devoid of anger or sadness—only sympathy. His voice was weak as he said, "That's right; he could catch up to me in a few years. But what if he doesn't have those few years...?"
"No time? What do you mean by that? Speak clearly, Fatty!" Ye Mingshang suddenly realized something and shouted loudly.
"Last month, I accompanied him for a check-up. The report said early-stage Lymphoma. Although it's just early-stage, you should know what Lymphoma represents," the fat man's words struck Ye Mingshang's mind like a thunderclap.
Lymphoma! It’s actually Lymphoma!!!
As a student of Nanjing Medical University, he naturally understood what this meant. Cancer is not incurable, but Lymphoma is an exception. The lymphatic system is spread throughout the body; once infected, even in its early stages, it only means he can live a few more days. Once afflicted with this disease, one can only prolong life through dialysis while suffering.
"Why?! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Ye Mingshang shouted.
Joan is his first disciple and the first outsider he acknowledged. Although he often enjoys being silly and playful, his essence is still very good. Even though he always complains that Joan is too foolish and too noisy, isn't that just the banter between friends?
Indeed, Joan is not only his disciple but also his good friend and brother. Time and again, in dangerous situations, knowing that it could lead to death, Joan still follows him without hesitation, willing to confront Underworld even when he knows it could cost him his life.
"He didn't want me to tell you, fearing it would hurt you. He wanted you to see him smiling in his final moments."
The words of the fat man struck Ye Mingshang like daggers, carving deeply into his heart. Afraid of hurting him? Would hiding the truth prevent the pain when he eventually finds out?
He tilted his head back, fighting back tears, managing to suppress his sorrow. In a hoarse voice, he slowly spoke, "Since you've decided to keep it a secret, why did you act against him? No matter what, betraying a friend is a grave mistake."
"This isn't his fault. He originally thought the same way—if revenge couldn't be taken, then let it go. After all, those Fellow have done so much evil; they will suffer after death as well. But last night, we encountered a Fellow from the Black Witch Cult. That Fellow raises little ghosts, and Joan saw that one of them was his uncle from the same village. Do you understand what that means?"
The fat man's words made Ye Mingshang realize the truth. Of course he understood; Joan's childhood was tragic. Everyone in the village died on the same day, leaving only him alive. If one of those souls had been captured by that person, then the others would likely be unable to escape as well. Perhaps that massacre was aimed at these souls.
Losing loved ones brings sadness and pain. But life and death are laws of nature that cannot be changed. However, having one's loved ones' souls captured and tormented daily is something he cannot tolerate.
No one understands this better than him; if it weren't for this reason, why would he have fallen out with Underworld and declared war against them?
With a hoarse voice, Ye Mingshang said, "This fool! If he wants revenge so badly, he could just tell me! Why does he have to do this?! Does he not value our friendship at all?!"
After saying this, Ye Mingshang turned around and opened the door to leave.
"Where are you going?" Xu Chen asked.
Ye Mingshang paused for a moment but did not turn back. In a deep voice, he replied, "Of course I'm going to bring back my rebellious disciple and take down those beasts from the Black Witch Cult!"
As soon as he got into the car and started driving away, a slightly plump figure blocked the front of the vehicle.
"Are you trying to stop me?" Ye Mingshang frowned.
Director Lu wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped for breath as he said, "Of course not! I won't stop you; I want to help. Whatever you need assistance with, I will do my best."
Ye Mingshang knew he wasn't speaking empty words, but there was really nothing he could do about this matter. "Unless you can provide me with a division's worth of troops, don't even think about it."
"This..." Director Lu choked up.
A division's worth of troops! That was nearly ten thousand soldiers. He was from the Ministry of Public Security, and it was already difficult to mobilize troops; having even a company would be impressive. Ten thousand people! That was practically war!
With a sharp turn, Ye Mingshang slammed the steering wheel and drove away from Director Lu. Watching the car gradually disappear from view, Director Lu suddenly felt utterly useless. Here he was, a dignified director, who had owed Ye Mingshang so many favors since they first met, and had been saved multiple times. Yet when he needed help, he found himself unable to do anything at all. Was this what a friend should do?
Lost in thought, Director Lu suddenly lifted his head, his gaze resolute. "No! No matter what, even if it means giving up my position as director, I cannot stand by and do nothing!"
The car sped along and soon stopped at the airport entrance. Without even locking the car, he rushed inside.
"Give me the fastest ticket to Hunan."
Ye Mingshang said forcefully, startling the Ticket Sales Girl, who nervously replied, "Um, there are no more flights to Hunan today. The last ticket has already been sold to that gentleman over there."
Following the direction of the girl's finger, he saw a Local Boss dressed in fake designer clothes, his bald head shining under the lights, holding a counterfeit Apple phone while casually clutching a plane ticket in his hand.
(To be continued.)
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