Qiyang had already been at Haoyun Mountain for two days. During these two days, he had been drinking tea and sitting idly, which was quite different from his initial state when he first arrived, thinking it was an urgent emergency situation where the sky was falling. He hadn’t been active in the martial world for several years, so there were originally few people in the martial world who knew him. As the saying goes, each generation produces new talents, and by now he hardly recognized anyone, while others looked at him as if he were a stranger, and he looked at others as if they were strangers too—like a little dog looking at a little cat, inexplicably puzzling.

He had received the letter from the Central Plains Sword Assembly while making his way through Bianjing, saying that Xue Xianzi had been refined into a medicine person and they wanted to invite him to treat her. Out of curiosity, he had come alone on horseback, galloping up Haoyun Mountain. However, after arriving on the mountain, neither did he recognize others nor did others recognize him, so he was treated as an idle person and arranged to stay in a side room. He had wanted to explain that he was Qiyang, but he couldn’t even see Cheng Yunpao or Meng Qinglei, so he could only lie in his room and sleep.

This time returning to Bianliang, he wasn’t here for sightseeing—he had specifically come back to retrieve something. Receiving the letter was also by chance. After being bored for two days, he wanted to leave, but the gatekeeper said that Young Master Tang had ordered that no one was allowed to descend the mountain, otherwise they would be considered spies of the Romantic Store, leaving him unable to defend himself. Fortunately, today Dong Hubi happened to see him and recognized him, otherwise who knows how long he would have been confined on the mountain.

Originally, apart from knowing Sheng Xiang, Rong Yin, Yu Xiu and others, Qiyang was basically unfamiliar with people in the martial world. After idling on Haoyun Mountain for two days, he already knew that Tang Lici was now at the height of his power in the martial world, like an immortal descended from heaven or Guanyin manifested in the world—graceful, elegant, talented beyond compare, and more importantly, extremely wealthy with connections to the powerful. In one sentence, all the virtues and advantages that could be counted in this world were monopolized by him alone. He still had considerable interest in “talented scholars who are like immortals descended from heaven, graceful, elegant, and unmatched in talent and wisdom,” but for this kind of immortal who was “like an immortal descended from heaven, graceful, elegant, and unmatched in talent and wisdom” plus “imperial relative with vast wealth” and also “surrounded by beautiful women who are all devoted to him,” he really harbored an indescribable feeling of resistance.

He considered himself a person with a decent character who had disliked very few people in his lifetime. There was one person who had given him this kind of bad feeling—someone just like Tang Lici, with excellent bloodline, distinguished family background, outstanding appearance, gentle temperament, seemingly flawless from head to toe, crowned by women with perverted titles like “blue sapphire shining with angelic light” or “Venus Forest Prince” or something like that.

Such people lived too falsely. Qiyang boredly drank the tea on Haoyun Mountain. This tea was said to be transported from the capital by Wan Qiao Zhai. Whether it was good or not, he couldn’t tell anyway, so he drank it with great interest, harboring the mentality of thoroughly wasting it.

“Young Master Qiyang.” A purple-clothed maid came to knock on the door, keeping her head lowered as she said, “Young Master Tang requests that you come to his room to examine Senior Xue Xianzi’s poison injuries.”

“I’ll come right away.” Qiyang smiled at her. For some unknown reason, the maid’s expression became gloomy, and without looking at him again, she withdrew. He bet that nine times out of ten, this maid had her feelings toyed with by that “immortal descended from heaven” Young Master Tang. Perhaps most of the women on this mountaintop, as long as they were between sixteen and forty years old, had not escaped this fate. While thinking wildly, he jumped down from his chair and quickly followed the dispirited maid toward another courtyard. If he lost track of her and got lost, he would have to explain once again why he wasn’t a spy from the Romantic Store—he would rather dash his head against a wall and die.

White mist drifted ethereally, flowing gently like the sea.

Qiyang knew that Haoyun Mountain was located in a humid area, so the fog was thick. This “Young Master Tang” deliberately chose to live in such an illusory and ethereal place—could it be specifically to show off his immortal demeanor and appear even more “like an immortal descended from heaven”? He sighed inwardly. There really were perverts every year, but this year there were especially many. Throughout ancient and modern times, across thousands of years, they were all equally detestable.

The purple-clothed maid gently knocked on Tang Lici’s door and said softly, “Young Master Tang, Young Master Qiyang has arrived.”

A gentle and refined voice came from inside the room: “Please come in.”

The purple-clothed maid opened the door and invited Qiyang to enter, but she herself didn’t go in. Qiyang stepped through the doorway. There were two people in the room, one sitting and one standing. The standing person had a red snake tattooed on his face, and there was also a long scar on the red snake. He stared in amazement—so heroes of this era also liked tattoos, and getting one on the face, especially on the thin skin under the eyes, must be very painful. He truly admired this hero’s endurance.

A young attendant by his side brought up a tea cup. He coughed and also sat down, assuming the pose of a divine physician “like an immortal descended from heaven.” He picked it up and took a sip, then looked toward that “Young Master Tang” with composure and serenity.

The person sitting by the table wore white clothes and had gray hair. Generally speaking, those who liked to wear white clothes and sat while others stood were the protagonists… Qiyang was thinking exactly this as he was about to swallow that mouthful of tea. Just as he was calmly looking toward Tang Lici, Tang Lici turned his face toward him and smiled slightly.

“Pffft—” Qiyang immediately spat out his mouthful of tea. “Cough cough cough… cough cough cough…” Shen Langhun looked at him strangely. Could this legendary famous physician of the martial world actually know Tang Lici? Sure enough, after Qiyang choked on that mouthful of tea, he pointed at Tang Lici’s nose, “You… you…”

Tang Lici smiled gently and elegantly, “What about me?”

Qiyang still pointed at his nose. After a long while, he patted his own head, “You…” He had never been at a loss for words, but at this moment, staring at Tang Lici, he actually couldn’t say a single word.

Tang Lici waved his hand, and Shen Langhun left gracefully while carrying Yu Tuan’er. Only then did Qiyang give a dry laugh, “Could you give me an autograph?” The person before him had fair skin, was gentle and elegant, and looked very familiar. It turned out that there really was only one pervert with such advantages, whether a thousand years ago or a thousand years later—there was still only this one. This person was the son of the famous Tang Group Chairman Tang Yingdi, a celebrity young master at the top of contemporary society, and a target that major entertainment companies competed to pursue. Even though he had mysteriously disappeared more than three years ago, reporters from major television stations continued to pursue his affairs relentlessly. Various theories like “crime of passion,” “vendetta killing,” “retirement,” and “conspiracy” were rampant, and he remained the protagonist of daily news to this day, with exposure rates higher than popular celebrities. What was worst wasn’t that this person was a celebrity among celebrities, but that this person was also the acting director of Zhishou General Hospital where he currently worked. Three-fifths of the entire operational funding of Zhishou General Hospital came from donations by the Tang Group.

He had always felt an indescribable aversion to this person. Although this person signed to pay the hospital’s funding on time every year and would regularly inspect the hospital, in his feeling, all of this was just image engineering. This celebrity young master with the appearance of a philanthropist didn’t have much concern for the hospital’s patients—at least certainly not as much as he appeared to show. This feeling existed equally whether before or after his disappearance. After his disappearance, the Tang Group didn’t replace the acting director and still paid funding to Zhishou General Hospital annually in the name of “Young Master Tang,” which made him feel even more resistant to this person, as if regardless of life or death, the hospital could never escape this kind of control.

But he had one irresistible reason not to oppose this person—the same reason that also bound Rong Yin, Yu Xiu, and even Tong Wei and others.

Sheng Xiang was receiving treatment at Zhishou General Hospital. His admission was specially permitted by this person, and the technical support and expenses needed for treatment were all paid from this person’s personal account. Even now, that account was still making payments.

Sheng Xiang’s treatment was an extremely complex process that required considerable funding every day. Apart from the extravagantly wealthy Tang family, no one could afford such expenses. So although this person was very annoying, he had saved Sheng Xiang’s life and was still saving it.

He had never imagined that this person would disappear to this place. There must be very strange reasons for this, but even after arriving here, this person could still manage to conduct himself the same way as he did at the Tang Group—as if he couldn’t survive unless he was in that kind of celebrity-like status.

He had never seen anyone who could be more psychologically perverted than the person before him.

And he still couldn’t afford to offend him.

“Oh… I’ll consider it.” When Tang Lici heard Qiyang say “Could you give me an autograph?”, he just smiled slightly. “So you are Qiyang.” Qiyang gave a dry laugh, “I’ve always been Qiyang.” Tang Lici raised his eyebrows slightly, “I always thought you were just ‘Dr. Qi.'” Qiyang smiled bitterly, “Just like I always thought your name was ‘Lazarus.'” Tang Lici’s lips curved slightly as he smiled gently and elegantly, “I’m very happy that you could come.”

After saying this, he lightly sipped his tea and said nothing more. Qiyang cupped his cheek and looked at him. He knew this person always put on airs. To have stayed here for three years, he must not know the way back, and seeing him now, he must be very concerned about where that passage that could freely traverse time and space was located, yet he deliberately didn’t ask.

Since he wasn’t asking, he deliberately wouldn’t tell him.