Linjiang University Antique City.
Jiang Yang had already walked back and forth through the place five or six times, and his expression had grown rather grim.
There was also an opportunity here that belonged to Ye Fan: his first weapon, a Black Gold Ancient Blade.
The moment Ye Fan awakened his memories, he had come looking for this blade.
When the Apocalypse descended, plants and animals mutated. Among humans, there were Professionals and Ability Users, while certain objects also became items containing unknown powers.
In particular, objects with stories behind them—such as a murderer's weapon—were highly likely to become weapons with certain special traits.
This Black Gold Ancient Blade was an ancient blade forged by the ancients from a meteorite, and it possessed an exceptionally powerful trait.
Aside from being able to cut through iron like mud and being indestructible, every Monster it killed would heal its wielder. It could also delay the onset of the wielder's injuries for a period of time.
Even fatal injuries could have their onset postponed.
Wasn't that a legendary blade?
In the original novel, Ye Fan had used this blade to fight and kill many powerful opponents. He ignored the damage they dealt him, using the healing gained from kills to offset his delayed injuries. It was a weapon for staking everything on a desperate fight to the death.
How could Jiang Yang possibly pass up something this good?
Yet after circling the place five or six times, Jiang Yang had not caught sight of the ancient blade. When Ye Fan found it, he had bought it from a small street stall for a hundred yuan.
At Antique City, stallholders set up wherever they arrived first. There were no fixed spots, which made things troublesome.
He did not even know the stall owner's name. He only knew that the blade had been bought from a street stall.
Could it be that it would only appear once Ye Fan came?
This ancient blade was Ye Fan's opportunity, and Ye Fan was the Son of the Plane. Before Ye Fan arrived, it certainly would not be displayed out in the open.
Jiang Yang took out his phone and called Xiao Wan.
The ancient blade was not out in the open, but it had to be somewhere in this area. Why not simply buy every blade here?
There were many things money could not accomplish, but there were even more things it could!
After telling Xiao Wan his plan, Jiang Yang began preparing for the next day's affairs.
Tomorrow would be the day he made his appearance before Ye Qingwei. He had to prepare properly.
Humming a little tune, Jiang Yang walked toward the hotel while considering his other preparations. Dealing with Ye Fan was important, but dealing with the coming Apocalypse was even more important!
The next day, Wu Lei, dressed in a suit, waited outside the hotel early in the morning.
After carefully grooming himself, Wu Lei looked completely transformed. Clothes really did make the man.
"I've already taken care of your matter. Your case will be overturned soon, and then you can go get your revenge."
Jiang Yang had not forgotten the promise he had made Wu Lei. That spoiled rich kid only ran a small factory in Linjiang City. Dealing with such a minor figure posed no pressure at all.
"Thank you!"
Wu Lei did not doubt Jiang Yang's words in the slightest. He had spent the entire previous night thinking over many things. Even if Jiang Yang's words were merely empty promises, it did not matter. The hundred thousand yuan had made a huge impact on him.
Thinking of this, Wu Lei took out his bank card and handed it to Jiang Yang. "Jiang... Boss, there are ninety-seven thousand yuan left."
He could not possibly spend all one hundred thousand yuan, and Jiang Yang giving him that money did not necessarily mean he could spend it freely. What Jiang Yang had said was that he was to manage himself.
"Keep it. Consider it your salary for this month."
A trace of approval flashed through Jiang Yang's eyes. Not being greedy was one of Wu Lei's strengths.
Linjiang City First Hospital.
"Xiao Ya, what did you spend all my money on?"
"Didn't I tell you? I bought a bag!"
"Didn't I tell you I'd buy you bags? That was the money for Xiao Wei's surgery!"
Ye Fan's roar rang through the hospital corridor, followed by the crisp sound of a slap.
Tang Ya slapped Ye Fan across the face, her eyes filled with contempt. "You keep saying you'll buy me bags. How long have you been saying that? Have you ever made good on it even once?"
"Your sister's treatment—she isn't even your biological sister. Is she worth working yourself to death for?"
"And you're yelling at me? What are you yelling for?"
The more Tang Ya spoke, the angrier she became. She felt no fear whatsoever over spending Ye Fan's money and was instead completely righteous about it.
She had thought he was a promising prospect, but after all these years, he could barely earn any money and still had to save up to treat his sister.
Besides, this was also the task Jiang Yang had given her. As long as she completed it successfully, someone like Ye Fan would not even be worthy of licking her shoes in the future!
"You can stay here by yourself. I've bought the bag, and if you yell at me again, we're breaking up!"
Tang Ya slapped Ye Fan several more times before storming away. Now that she had latched onto a rich and handsome man like Jiang Yang, the more she looked at Ye Fan, the more displeased she became.
Luckily, she had given her first time to Jiang Yang. If she had given it to a pathetic loser like Ye Fan, she would probably regret it to death!
Inside the ward, a sickly beauty lay in bed, listening to the argument outside with a pale face. A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
A moment later, Ye Fan walked in, his face full of guilt.
A flicker of disappointment passed through Ye Qingwei's eyes before she persuaded him, "Brother, don't argue with Sister Tang Ya anymore. My illness can't be cured. The surgery will only ease my condition, so don't waste money for nothing."
Though Ye Qingwei felt disappointed, she continued comforting Ye Fan. Just then, Jiang Yang arrived outside the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"May I come in?"
"Who are you?" Several red handprints still marked Ye Fan's face.
"Someone here to bring money."
The corners of Jiang Yang's lips rose slightly. As he looked at Ye Qingwei lying in the hospital bed, his eyes immediately lit up.
Her skin was as smooth as congealed cream, her face as lovely as flushed cinnabar. Her delicate shoulders rested against the jade-like bedframe, and her dark hair was piled like clouds. She truly deserved to be a novel's female lead—she was stunning.
However, Jiang Yang had not dressed up too extravagantly.
Unlike those second-generation influencer types, he dressed cleanly and simply. After all, he was already naturally handsome.
Besides, Ye Fan beside him looked dark-skinned and downtrodden. The contrast between them was like Sky Abyss and earth.
"You are Miss Ye Qingwei, correct?"
"My name is Jiang Yang. Our company has acquired a song you wrote."
Jiang Yang extended his hand. He had long known everything about Ye Qingwei. While bedridden, she had written a song that had become somewhat popular in Linjiang City for a time, but the music company there had withheld her copyright payments.
And now, Jiang Yang had bought that music company.
"A song?" Ye Qingwei thought for a moment, and light gradually appeared in her eyes. She had indeed submitted a song, but after doing so, she had heard nothing more.
"That's right!"
Jiang Yang took Ye Qingwei's hand on his own initiative. Long-term malnutrition had left her thin and frail, but her skin was exceptionally smooth and delicate.
"Miss Ye has great talent for songwriting, so our company has decided to cover all of your treatment expenses. We hope you can join our creative team."
"No, I hope a gifted fairy like you can shine. It would be a terrible thing for a pearl to remain buried in dust. Besides, your song... has the power to inspire people!"
"Really? I... I thought the song I wrote was quite ordinary..."
Ye Qingwei was so delighted that she could scarcely believe it.
Though she humbly denied it aloud, how could a talented woman like her possibly have no dreams? To find someone who appreciated her was, to Ye Qingwei, even more gratifying than having money for treatment.
On the other hand, if her illness could truly be cured, she would have more time and energy for creating in the future!
But Ye Fan beside her had already recognized Jiang Yang. Wasn't this the super-rich young master from his school?
Seeing Jiang Yang holding Ye Qingwei's hand, Ye Fan suddenly felt irritated. "You're Jiang Yang, right? You're from Linjiang University too, aren't you?"
"I'm from Linjiang University too. As far as I know, your family doesn't seem to run a music company!"
Ye Fan stared directly at Jiang Yang. The other man's reputation at school was far from good.
He spent every day drowning in luxury and debauchery. Someone like that showing up at their door could not possibly mean anything good.
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