The morning in Longdong City was shrouded in a thin mist, with a faint medicinal fragrance lingering in the air.

Ye Qingzhou stood by the hotel window, gazing at the banners being gradually unfurled over the Alchemical Furnace Plaza in the distance, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Boss, breakfast is ready."

Lan Caidie knocked on the door, and only after receiving Ye Qingzhou’s response did she push it open and enter, carrying a tray with a bowl of plain porridge and several small dishes, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, exuding a fragrant aroma.

"Grandmaster Chen left early this morning, saying he was going to check out the situation at the medical conference site."

Ye Qingzhou nodded slightly upon hearing this, his gaze still fixed in the distance: "This medical conference is unlikely to be peaceful."

Qi Mo’s background was not difficult to trace; the Qi Family’s Cyan Pouch Pavilion in the Dongji Kingdom was considered a prestigious noble family. Twenty years ago, it even produced a medical genius like Qi Huan.

Unfortunately, he died inexplicably in Longdong, and the case remains unresolved to this day.

Lan Caidie placed the tray on the table and walked to the window to follow Ye Qingzhou’s gaze: "Boss, what do you think Qi Mo is here for? To restore the family’s reputation or to avenge his father?"

"I’ve already sent Chen Ze to continue the investigation."

Ye Qingzhou turned towards the table, his eyes slightly cold: "Twenty years ago, Qi Mo’s father, Qi Huan, brought the first volume of the Cyan Pouch Pill Scripture to Longdong to attend the medical conference, but died mysteriously, and the scripture’s whereabouts remain unknown. And as for the second volume..."

"It’s said that the Qi Family’s ancestor was a prison warden, who, in the late Xinghan Dynasty, received the legacy of Divine Doctor Hua. Subsequently, they hid their identity for many years, diligently studying medical skills, eventually becoming a medical noble family. Even after several declines, they always revived, relying on the Cyan Pouch Pill Scripture, and in the new era, they established the Cyan Pouch Pavilion, becoming one of the founding factions of the Wanjie Medical Association."

Lan Caidie interjected, her eyes glinting with excitement, "Boss, I heard that when the two volumes of the Cyan Pouch Pill Scripture are combined, the medical skills recorded can bring the dead back to life. Though, whether it’s true or not remains unknown."

Ye Qingzhou raised his hand to stop her words: "An unworthy man is innocent, but possessing a treasure makes him guilty. Qi Huan’s death was by no means accidental, and it was likely due to the Cyan Pouch Pill Scripture. Before the truth is uncovered, do not spread the word."

The Wanjie Medical Association’s venue was set in Longdong City’s largest Alchemical Furnace Plaza. Hundreds of booths were arranged in a circular pattern, with a platform in the center for the major medical sects to display their skills.

Chen Ze mingled within the crowd, his gaze constantly fixed on the Cyan Pouch Pavilion’s booth not far away.

Qi Mo was performing acupuncture on an elderly man, his technique skillful, the silver needle between his fingertips moving like a fluttering butterfly, precisely piercing into the acupuncture points on the elder’s back. Chen Ze narrowed his eyes, memorizing each movement.

Such divine acupuncture skills were no less miraculous compared to the needlework renowned across the world from the Lingsu Pavilion.

"This brother, are you interested in the art of acupuncture?"

A gentle voice spoke beside him.

Chen Ze turned his head to see a middle-aged man dressed in a gray suit smiling at him.

"I know a thing or two."

Chen Ze replied blandly, casually saying, "The acupuncture of the Cyan Pouch Pavilion is indeed exquisite."

The man in the gray suit nodded: "Pavilion Master Qi is well-versed in the true teachings, but alas..."

He suddenly lowered his voice, "Compared to his father Qi Huan in those days, he is still a bit lacking."

Chen Ze’s heart skipped a beat, and he asked casually, "Does the gentleman know Mr. Qi?"

"I had a brief encounter with him twenty years ago..."

The man in the gray suit sighed: "That day he was a guest at the Profound Pill Sect, and who knew that night he would..."

Before the sentence was finished, he suddenly looked around cautiously: "I apologize, I’ve said too much."

With that, he hurriedly left.

Profound Pill Sect?

Words spoken without intention yet perceived with intention, Chen Ze’s eyes gleamed sharply. Longdong is the birthplace of medical skills in the Dongji Kingdom, known as ’Qihuang Ancestral Land’.

In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor ordered Qibo to taste herbs and compile medical classics and prescriptions, ultimately producing the books of materia medica and basic questions, thus laying the theoretical foundation of medical skills in the Dongji Kingdom.

The Profound Pill Sect is the largest medical faction in Longdong, famed worldwide for its alchemy.

The pills produced by the Profound Pill Sect, whether for healing, detoxifying, or breaking through cultivation, are fervently sought after by the Martial Arts World, with related industry production value exceeding five trillion.

Even Liu Wuhen, one of the Five Elders of the Divine Gang Dao, is said to have a deep connection with the Profound Pill Sect.

Many experts in the Martial Arts World are in good relations with the Profound Pill Sect, forming a tight-knit alliance of interests, united against outside threats.

Chen Ze immediately turned around to leave the venue, returning to the hotel to report back to Ye Qingzhou.

"Profound Pill Sect?"

Ye Qingzhou put down the juice in his hand, frowning tightly, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest: "Twenty years ago, the Sect Master of the Profound Pill Sect was Zhou Xianrong, Mo Tiannan’s master."

Lan Caidie, while organizing medicinal materials, looked up at these words: "The boss suspects that Qi Huan’s death is related to the Profound Pill Sect?"

"Qi Huan went to the Profound Pill Sect before his death."

Ye Qingzhou stood up, pacing around the room: "And the Profound Pill Sect’s alchemy has made rapid progress in the past twenty years, reportedly producing several unprecedented, amazing pills."

Chen Ze took a piece of paper from his pocket: "This is a transcription of Qi Huan’s death record from the Wanjie Medical Association’s archive. It says he died of ’sudden fire attacking the heart, resulting in meridian rupture’, but..."

He lowered his voice: "I bribed a coroner who was involved in the autopsy back then, and he said Qi Huan had strange pill toxins in his body, definitely not naturally formed."

Ye Qingzhou took the piece of paper, his eyes quickly scanning over it: "Tonight, I will visit Qi Mo. You two go explore the Profound Pill Sect, and remember, if you encounter any danger, retreat immediately."

The moonlight was like water, and Chen Ze, under the cover of night, quietly approached the Meridian Ridge where the Profound Pill Sect was located.

There were two disciples guarding the mountain gate, but to a Seven Realms Grandmaster like Chen Ze, they were as good as nonexistent.