Hearing Yan Yang's question, Min Ziqiong beside him couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, breaking out in a cold sweat for Ying Chen.
This was a fatal question!
If Ying Chen couldn't justify himself, Yan Yang would likely turn hostile immediately and treat Ying Chen as a swindler!
Unexpectedly, Ying Chen remained unhurried and let out a sneer, "Because... you have an Yin Dragon entering your body!"
"And it's an Yin Dragon that has been in your body for two and a half years!"
"Two and a half years, and this Yin Dragon has already taken shape! Even if you move out of the villa, it won't be affected and will continue to hide in your body, absorbing your essence, blood, and vital energy, plunging you into endless agony."
"Because it's of Yin nature, it only comes out to move at night. The scenes you see in your dreams are actually its spectral manifestation. The day you dream of it devouring your head in one bite will be the day it completely drains you."
"By then, you will be emaciated and barely breathing, clinging to life by a thread. Even the most skilled doctor will only assume you've run out of life force and your time has come, instructing your family to prepare for your funeral."
"They won't attempt any resuscitation, let alone know that an Yin Dragon is about to burst forth from your body, turning your entire Yan family into its feeding ground, until your Yan family becomes a haunted dwelling!"
"What?" Yan Yang trembled violently upon hearing this, nearly falling off the sofa.
Ying Chen's description was too vivid, causing Yan Yang to directly picture himself lying in bed with an Yin Dragon lurking within him!
Most importantly, it didn't matter if he died.
The Yan family would also be buried with him!
This was something he absolutely could not accept!
"Please save me, sir! Save our Yan family!" Yan Yang said anxiously, standing up and bowing deeply to Ying Chen, refusing to rise for a long time.
It seemed that if Ying Chen didn't agree to save him, he would never get up again.
Ying Chen waved his hand, "Didn't I tell you? Your illness is a minor matter. While the Yin Dragon is terrifying to you, to me it's merely a formed malevolent energy."
"Look outside..."
Ying Chen pointed outside the villa.
Yan Yang instinctively turned to look.
He saw the setting sun, and from this position, he could see nine waves transforming into dragons, slowly surging towards the shore.
The afterglow of the sunset shone upon the waves, making them sparkle like scales, adding a touch of ferocity to the nine dragon-shaped waves.
"The feng shui of Shouyang Mountain is the 'Nine Dragons Converging at the Head' formation. Theoretically, such a formation is extremely rare and considered superior."
"However, there's a problem. While the 'Nine Dragons Converging at the Head' is extremely auspicious for residents below the dragon's head, it is extremely ominous for residents at the dragon's head position!"
"Otherwise, King Wen wouldn't have left the hexagram 'Use the nine, seeing all dragons without a head, auspicious.'"
"Only when the dragons are headless is it truly auspicious. When the dragons have a head, those directly facing the dragon's head will suffer great misfortune, becoming sacrifices for the dragon's head to establish its might and expel malevolence."
"Your villa is located precisely at the dragon's head position! That's why you felt uncomfortable after moving in, because you were being attacked by the dragon's head's malevolent energy day and night. How could you possibly feel comfortable?"
Ying Chen paused here.
He continued, "If you had noticed something was wrong at the time and left the villa immediately, perhaps the malevolent energy that had entered your body wouldn't have transformed into an Yin Dragon. But you didn't move out and instead resided there for a full two and a half years."
"Essentially, for these two and a half years, you slept facing a dragon's head that was spewing malevolent energy. It would be strange if the malevolent energy didn't undergo a qualitative change from a quantitative one and form an Yin Dragon!"
Hearing Ying Chen's explanation, Yan Yang slapped his thigh fiercely, "So that's how it is! It's abominable that when I chose to build my villa here, I specifically hired a feng shui master to inspect it. Not only did I lose a considerable amount in surveying fees, but I almost lost my life!"
Ying Chen said calmly, "The drawback of 'Nine Dragons Converging at the Head' cannot be perceived by cultivators who are not sensitive to spiritual energy. Those so-called feng shui masters can only blindly apply ancient texts, understanding mountain terrain but not the divine mechanisms of spiritual energy."
Yan Yang quickly nodded in agreement.
At the same time, he understood the implied meaning in Ying Chen's words: Ying Chen was such a master who could understand the divine mechanisms of spiritual energy!
"Then, may I ask, Master..."
In such a short time, Yan Yang's address for Ying Chen had changed from "Sir" to "Master."
"To resolve this Yin Dragon within me, what props are needed? You can write them down, and I'll have someone arrange them immediately. I guarantee they will be the most expensive and highest quality!"
Ying Chen looked at Yan Yang with surprise and retorted, "Props? What props?"
This question made the trust Yan Yang had just built in Ying Chen suddenly precarious.
If he didn't even know the props needed for exorcism and dispelling malevolence, was Ying Chen just making things up and deceiving him?
But even if he was making it up, it was too convincing!
At this moment, Min Ziqiong stepped forward to smooth things over, "Elder Yan is likely referring to things like cinnabar, peach wood swords, dog blood, and yellow paper... See what you need, and tell Elder Yan. With Elder Yan's influence, he can definitely get it."
As he spoke, Min Ziqiong also gave Ying Chen a wink.
The meaning was clear: Brother, just name a couple of things. Even if they aren't needed, at least it will make you seem professional and reassure Elder Yan.
But Ying Chen seemed to not understand Min Ziqiong's wink at all. He said calmly, "Those are things used by charlatans, which I disdain."
"Moreover, if something can be resolved with a single sword, why go through such elaborate and unnecessary trouble?"
After speaking, a sword appeared in Ying Chen's hand.
A sword with a cold, sharp gleam.
Upon seeing this sword, Yan Yang's expression instantly changed.
He instinctively wanted to turn and flee.
He thought that Ying Chen had finally revealed his true colors, no longer maintaining the persona of an otherworldly expert, and was now attempting to rob and murder him!
"Trying to run now, don't you think it's too late?"
Seeing Yan Yang's action, a mocking smile appeared on Ying Chen's face.
Then, he fiercely swung the Xuannu Leiyang Sword in his hand towards Yan Yang!
A vast sword light burst forth, surging towards Yan Yang!
"No!"
Min Ziqiong cried out in alarm at this sight.
If Ying Chen truly killed Yan Yang, they would both have no way out!
From then on, they could only flee for their lives!
Yan Yang was also greatly alarmed.
Looking at the surging sword light, he knew he couldn't dodge it no matter what.
So, he stopped trying to escape and just closed his eyes, waiting for death.
But a second passed, then two, then three...
Yan Yang didn't feel the pain of his body being split in two, as he had imagined.
Instead, his body felt unprecedentedly light, and a warm current slowly flowed within him, making him feel so comfortable that he almost cried out!
"What's happening?" Yan Yang opened his eyes in disbelief.
The next second, he saw Min Ziqiong, who looked equally incredulous, and Ying Chen, who had already put away the Xuannu Leiyang Sword.
He also heard Ying Chen say leisurely, "There. The medicine has cured the illness."
"To be precise, the sword has cured the illness."