"Alright."
Evan Lin nodded slightly. Damon Wang hadn’t said what he was planning, but Evan knew exactly what was on his mind—he was definitely after that divine medicine.
Right now, Damon Wang only had about seven days left to live. If he couldn’t find a spiritual herb with enough qi, he probably wouldn’t last much longer.
"Then we shouldn’t waste any time." Damon Wang smiled, turned away, and didn’t bother looking at Julia Du again. In his eyes, Julia was still too insignificant to take seriously.
"You go home first. I’ll come find you later," Evan said, glancing at Summer Mu beside him and giving a reminder. Then he added, "Just send your address to my phone."
Summer Mu was stunned for a moment. Damon Wang’s sudden appearance had caught him completely off guard, but when Evan finished speaking, he instinctively nodded.
After that, Evan Lin, Damon Wang, and their group headed downstairs together.
Keaton Wang watched them leave, then looked at his own mom and asked, "Mom, who was that guy? Why did he seem so impressive?"
Keaton Wang was puzzled. In his eyes, Julia Du—Liu Luming’s mom—had always been the epitome of calm sophistication. He’d never seen her lose her composure like this before.
"Don’t ask about people like that, kid," Linda Zhao shook her head, then turned to Julia Du. "Tonight’s been exhausting. Why don’t we go home and rest?"
Julia Du nodded, her mind still replaying Damon Wang’s extraordinary attitude toward Evan Lin. She hadn’t recovered from the shock yet—she even felt a little lightheaded as she walked.
Liu Luran looked even more bewildered.
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"The person who just won that divine medicine comes from Medicine King Valley. Medicine King Valley is an ancient lineage—legend says it was founded in the Spring and Autumn period by Hua Tuo’s first disciple. When Hua Tuo was killed by Cao Cao, his disciple lost faith in the world and retreated into the mountains, creating a hidden tradition of medical arts."
"The people of this lineage live in the valley, cut off from the world. Occasionally, a few disciples come out to gain experience. Their medical skills are nearly miraculous—they can cure all kinds of strange and difficult illnesses, so their fame spread over time."
As they headed downstairs, Damon Wang walked slowly, patiently explaining to Evan Lin, "Doctor Wu here was once a disciple of Medicine King Valley."
At this, Damon Wang glanced at Warren Wu beside him.
"You?" Evan Lin seemed a bit surprised—it was unexpected.
"Not really. I just wandered into the valley by accident years ago, picked up a few basic tricks, and left. I can’t be considered a true disciple." Warren Wu laughed awkwardly. In front of others, he could be a miracle doctor, but in front of Evan Lin, he honestly didn’t have the guts.
To be honest, right now Warren Wu didn’t even dare look Evan Lin in the eye—he’d been beaten up by Evan before and was genuinely scared of him.
Warren Wu had been hustling in the underworld for years, relying on a bit of medical skill and a lot of bluffing to get by. But he’d never met anyone like Evan Lin—who’d just throw hands without warning, and always aimed straight for the face.
If Evan hit him a few more times, Warren Wu was honestly afraid his jaw would get broken.
"In Medicine King Valley, they don’t just practice medicine—they also have their own cultivation methods. Most of them aren’t the weak, bookish doctors people imagine. If it really came down to a fight, they could probably go toe-to-toe with peak inner-strength experts."
Damon Wang spoke in an even, unhurried tone. Listening, Evan Lin found himself growing more interested in Medicine King Valley.
On one hand, Medicine King Valley had centuries of inheritance—they must have plenty of spiritual herbs and medicines. On the other, if they really had their own cultivation methods, maybe they were connected to true immortal cultivators?
Maybe it was another kind of inheritance—who knew?
Evan Lin pondered this. The older the lineage, the more likely it was connected to true cultivation. He guessed that maybe, back in Earth’s distant antiquity—when spiritual qi was abundant—real immortal cultivators did exist.
But for some reason, the world’s qi gradually withered. Without enough qi, cultivators couldn’t keep training, so cultivation faded away—eventually surviving only in old myths and legends.
As they talked, Damon Wang and the others reached the ground floor.
Standing downstairs, Damon Wang paused and glanced at another stairwell exit on the side.
Evan Lin looked over as well.
Over there, four people came down.
Three men and one woman.
The woman’s makeup was flawless. She had striking phoenix eyes, a graceful figure, and skin as pale as jade. She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but she was definitely above average—and her expression was ice-cold.
Freezing cold.
And it wasn’t just cold. Whenever she looked at someone, there was a clear arrogance in her eyes—the kind of look a ruler gives their subjects.
The three men with her had the same superior air. One of them carried a backpack. After coming downstairs, the four walked out the door, got into a Mercedes S600, shut the doors, and sped away.
"Those are Medicine King Valley people?" Evan Lin asked.
Damon Wang nodded. "The divine medicine is probably in their bag."
"You’re not going after them?" Evan Lin felt that Damon Wang’s calm was almost scary.
"No rush. I put a GPS on their car—they’re not getting away. We’ll wait till tonight." Damon Wang looked at Evan Lin, thought for a moment, then spoke slowly: "Friend, I want to be upfront. If we get the medicine tonight and it works out, I’ll need three-quarters of it. The remaining quarter can go to you."
"Why do you think I’ll help you get the medicine—and then hand over three-quarters of it? Isn’t that a bit greedy?" Evan Lin’s eyes were playful.
At that, Damon Wang’s face suddenly turned serious. He looked at Evan Lin and spoke slowly: "This divine medicine is a matter of life and death for me. I’ve long made peace with mortality, but if I can live, I want to live."
"So, I hope you’ll understand, my friend."
Damon Wang’s words made the chubby chef, who’d been silent the whole time, suddenly look shocked. He stared at Damon Wang, wanting to say something, then glanced at Evan Lin, eyes full of uncertainty.
The chef couldn’t figure out why Damon Wang treated this guy with such special respect.
Evan Lin stared at Damon Wang, thought for a moment, then said, "How about this: I promise to keep you alive. But if I save you by other means, then the divine medicine is all mine."
"If not, then you get the whole divine medicine to extend your life."
Evan Lin looked at Damon Wang. Damon Wang nodded, then burst out laughing: "If that’s the case, my friend, you might not get any of the divine medicine at all."
"My problem is something even Medicine King Valley’s people can’t fix."