Chapter 10 Seeking the Seven Exquisite Senior Sisters

Wei Qingqiu had not expected that Chu Tian, so young and still in his teens, would possess such remarkable abilities. Just moments ago, she had been ready to lash out at him, nearly costing her grandfather his chance at recovery. Shame welled up within her. Fortunately, Chu Tian seemed not to have taken her actions to heart at all.

“Elder Wei, the cultivation technique you practice is the root cause of your illness. Even if the Vital Energy Pill can cure your lung cancer, you must never practice that technique again in the future, or you risk a relapse,” Chu Tian said, his tone calm and even.

Yet, to expect a master of ancient martial arts to willingly abandon the technique he had honed for decades—how could that be easy?

Wei Yuansheng was stunned on the spot, as if struck by lightning. He had dedicated decades to this cultivation, enduring countless hardships, and only now had he attained his current level of strength. If he could never use his power again, how was he any different from a cripple? The Wei family’s current standing was propped up entirely by his efforts; if he lost his martial strength, would others still fear the Wei family?

Chu Tian watched impassively. He had merely offered his advice; the real choice remained in Wei Yuansheng’s hands. It was up to him to decide.

At that moment, Wei Yuansheng sat back down on the sofa, his expression tinged with despair.

“Grandfather!” Wei Qingqiu bit her full lips, clenching her fists. She knew her grandfather was the pillar of the Wei family; if he fell, the family would be left adrift in the storm. But her grandfather’s life was more important than the family’s power. In the end, the choice was his alone to make.

After a long silence, Wei Yuansheng let out a heavy sigh and looked Chu Tian squarely in the eye once more.

“Mr. Chu, to have established the Wei family’s current foundation, I have fulfilled my life’s ambition. There’s no need to cling to fleeting fame and fortune.” Wei Yuansheng forced a bitter smile, finally settling his resolve. Between martial prowess and health, he chose the latter.

“Mr. Chu, my previous promise still stands. If you can cure my lung cancer, I am willing to give you half of the Wei family’s assets in gratitude.” Wei Yuansheng bowed deeply, his attitude earnest and humble.

“Wealth is but fleeting smoke. The reason I am helping you is not out of greed for the Wei family’s fortune,” Chu Tian replied. He had already taken Wu Xingyan’s black card, holding control over trillions; naturally, he cared nothing for the Wei family’s wealth.

“It was foolish of me. How could a man of your caliber, Mr. Chu—someone who transcends worldly concerns—be tempted by mere riches?” Wei Yuansheng looked ashamed, hurriedly adding, “But if you refuse this token of thanks, I will feel deeply uneasy!”

“You don’t need to give up your family fortune. I only ask that you help me investigate a few people. That should be no great difficulty for the Wei family. If you can find out their whereabouts, that alone will repay my help,” Chu Tian said, producing seven photographs from his coat and laying them on the table.

On the seven photos were seven stunningly beautiful young women, each with her own unique aura and allure, their beauty and figures no less than Wei Qingqiu’s.

Wei Qingqiu’s eyes sparkled with curiosity—what was Chu Tian’s connection to these women, and why was he searching for them? Unconsciously, she found herself intrigued by his romantic life.

“Mr. Chu, who are these seven women?” Wei Yuansheng inquired.

“They are extremely important to me. Help me find their whereabouts, and if you hear any news, inform me at once,” Chu Tian replied, his tone unwavering and his eyes flashing with determination.

At this point in time, he had not yet become Wu Xingyan’s disciple, and had no connection with his seven senior sisters. He had no idea where they might be. The Wei family, a powerful clan in Tianmen City with influence throughout Jiangnan Province, would have a much easier time tracking down the seven beautiful senior sisters.

“Rest assured, Mr. Chu. The Wei family will spare no effort in searching for these seven women. The moment we learn anything, you will be the first to know,” Wei Yuansheng promised, nodding eagerly. If he could repay Chu Tian’s life-saving favor so easily, how could he possibly refuse?

Worried about her grandfather’s illness, Wei Qingqiu asked again, “Mr. Chu, you mentioned earlier that you’d be refining the Vital Energy Pill. May I ask what medicinal ingredients you need?”

“I’ll need a hundred-year-old ginseng, angelica root from Hexi, ten-year red dates…” Chu Tian listed more than a dozen ingredients in one breath, all potent tonics for replenishing vital energy and blood.

Wei Qingqiu carefully memorized each one. These herbs were exceedingly rare—ordinary people would have no hope of gathering them. But for the Wei family, while it would take a few hours of effort, it was not impossible. The hardest to acquire was certainly the hundred-year-old ginseng. However, someone had gifted the Wei family just such a ginseng in the past. Wei Yuansheng had never been able to bring himself to eat it and had kept it as a treasured collectible. The other herbs could be found on the market.

Soon after, Wei Qingqiu left the drawing room and handed the list of herbs to Wang Jiulong, instructing him to gather them personally.

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Three hours later, in the Wei family’s drawing room.

Wei Qingqiu laid out the herbs on the table, while Wang Jiulong carried a waist-high bronze alchemy furnace and set it down in the center of the room.

“Why did you buy an alchemy furnace?” Chu Tian asked, perplexed.

“Mr. Chu, don’t you need a furnace to refine pills?” Wang Jiulong looked puzzled. He had assumed the list of ingredients had mistakenly left off the furnace, so he had taken it upon himself to buy one.

“Who told you that refining pills must require an alchemy furnace?” Chu Tian countered.

“Is… is that not the case?” Wei Qingqiu was confused. In her mind, making pills surely required a furnace.

“The Vital Energy Pill is only a low-grade spiritual medicine. There’s no need for a furnace at all,” Chu Tian said, waving his hand. Instantly, the herbs rose into the air, hovering in midair.

Everyone present was stunned once again.

“With a wave of his hand, he commands objects with his qi—this is the domain of a true grandmaster!” Wei Yuansheng murmured in awe.

“No wonder Mr. Chu defeated me so easily on the high-speed train. It turns out I was facing a grandmaster all along. My loss was well deserved!” Wang Jiulong sighed repeatedly, recalling the pain in his chest from their previous bout. Truly, he had overestimated himself.

Wei Qingqiu remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floating herbs. All her hopes rested on Chu Tian; she dared not utter a word for fear of disturbing him.

At that moment, Chu Tian’s five fingers closed, drawing the herbs together in midair. A surge of spiritual power gathered the surrounding energy, completely enveloping the ingredients.

Suddenly, Chu Tian turned to Wei Qingqiu and said, “Give me a drop of your maiden’s blood.”