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In Ye Ling's room, Wang Ziyu sat facing him.

"How did you know I was here?"

Ye Ling poured two cups of tea and began to ask.

Wang Ziyu showed no intention of concealing the truth, "Master, ever since my father passed away, you took over the Medicine God Sect as a disciple of the Medicine God, yet you have never visited the Medicine God Sect!"

"Over these years, I have been managing the vast Medicine God Sect. With our sect's strength, finding out your whereabouts is hardly a challenge..."

By the end of her sentence, the resentful look on Wang Ziyu's face turned into embarrassment.

Clearly, probing into Ye Ling's whereabouts was not something that could be openly discussed.

However, Ye Ling didn't pursue the matter, but instead asked with a smile, "All right, the Medicine God Sect is what the Medicine God left behind, it's for you."

"Even when I assumed the role of Sect Leader, it was just one of the conditions I agreed to with the Medicine God back then, you shouldn't take it to heart."

Wang Ziyu looked at Ye Ling with a hint of resentment, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

After a moment, Wang Ziyu looked deeply at Ye Ling and said, "Master, is the Medicine God Sect really so insignificant in your eyes?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling shook his head with a smile and replied, "The Medicine God Sect has several Divine Doctors, if we talk about medical skills, undoubtedly, the Medicine God Sect is the foremost in the Dragon Nation. How could such power not catch my eye?"

"Then why has Master never visited the Medicine God Sect in so many years?"

Wang Ziyu pressed on with her question.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Ling's face, "Didn't I just tell you?"

"The Medicine God Sect is yours, not mine."

"If you wish for the position of Sect Leader, I can relinquish it to you anytime."

As he spoke, Ye Ling's hand revealed a token that he somehow already held.

Though but the size of a palm, one side of the token was carved with a sprig of grass, while the other bore a vigorously inscribed character: Medicine!

The pitch-black token shimmered with a captivating glow under the room's light, and coupled with the faint scent of herbs it exuded, it inadvertently made one's mind waver slightly.

"Don't even mention it! Before my father left, he held my hand and told me that if the Medicine God Sect is to endure, it must be with you as the Sect Leader," Wang Ziyu said with a wry mouth.

Ye Ling's brow furrowed slightly, surprise flickering in his eyes.

In terms of medical skills, Wang Ziyu, as the daughter of the Medicine God and guided by several Divine Doctors of the Medicine God Sect and personalised instruction from Ye Ling, her medical skills were even comparable to Ye Ling's.

Yet, in martial arts, Wang Ziyu was not particularly remarkable, nearing forty years of age, she barely reached the Grandmaster realm.

Many medical techniques required profound martial arts cultivation to perform, and Wang Ziyu's Grandmaster realm strength was clearly insufficient for such feats.

What set Ye Ling apart from her was precisely his martial prowess.

"Let's not talk about that, what brings you to me?"

Ye Ling changed the subject.

From the start to end, Ye Ling never regarded the Medicine God Sect as his own possession.

When the Medicine God established the Medicine God Sect alone, and then developed it to its current prominence, how much effort had been spent?

Although Ye Ling was the sole disciple of the Medicine God, he had never considered claiming the Medicine God Sect for himself.

In Ye Ling's heart, Wang Ziyu, as the only blood relative of the Medicine God, was undoubtedly the true master of the Medicine God Sect.

Now, his role as Sect Leader served merely to deter any ill-intentioned people within the sect, making them weigh whether they could contend with Ye Ling.

"Isn't it just my mother, nagging every day that I'm getting older and should get married..."

"Just one month left until the New Year, and she insists on arranging a marital arts contest to find me a husband!"

"Oh, it's a competition to attract a spouse through medical skills!"

Wang Ziyu said with a helpless expression.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling burst into laughter.

Wang Ziyu's reputation in the imperial capital could hardly be said to be good, not because she had improper conduct, but because her skills were such that no ordinary man could withstand them.

Furthermore, with the heritage of several Divine Doctors and even the Medicine God, Wang Ziyu's medical prowess greatly surpassed others.

In this world, the number of people who could firmly surpass Wang Ziyu in medical skills could be counted on one hand, not exceeding three.

Ye Ling was one, and the now deceased Medicine God was another.

As for the third, although yet to appear, within the vast lands of the Dragon Kingdom, who knows in which remote corner there might exist a Divine Doctor with miraculous medical abilities.

Because of her formidable medical skills, Wang Ziyu had very high standards, and not even the young masters from the rich and powerful families in the imperial capital could catch her eye.

Additionally, after Ye Ling's mishap years ago and knowing that shadows of those wealthy families were behind it, Wang Ziyu's disdain for the scions of these families grew even stronger.

As a result, what started with a girl in the bloom of youth stubbornly dragged on until now, when she was nearing her mid-thirties.

Regardless, although she was approaching forty, Wang Ziyu, in both appearance and in her demeanor and conversation, wasn't much different from a woman in her late twenties.@@novelbin@@

"Sect Leader, what are you laughing at?"

Wang Ziyu gave Ye Ling a look and asked irritably.

Ye Ling shook his head with a smile and said, "Nothing much, your mother is just looking out for you, isn't she?"

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"You're not getting any younger; it's time to find someone to marry."

Wang Ziyu pouted, "Those people in the imperial capital, with one set of faces in front and another behind, not worth a thing, what right do they have to be Wang Ziyu's man?"

"Besides, those imperial capital folks had a hand in that incident three years ago, I still need to avenge you! How could I possibly take a fancy to them?"

At her words, Ye Ling's expression changed slightly.

He then said seriously, "I will settle the matters of the past with them by myself."

"Now that you represent the Medicine God Sect, you can't afford to make enemies with these elite families so easily."

"These elite families have been entrenching themselves in the imperial capital for over a hundred years. Even I am not sure how strong they really are, so do not act recklessly."

Seeing Ye Ling looking so grave, Wang Ziyu nodded obediently.

"Don't worry, Sect Leader! Do I look like someone without a brain?"

"Of course, I know that the Medicine God Sect is no match for those elite imperial families, that's why I've been biding my time. Otherwise, I would have taken people to their doorsteps three years ago!"

Wang Ziyu said with a fierce expression.

Ye Ling shook his head with a smile, "Alright, go back and rest! We'll talk about everything else tomorrow."

"Sure, since you're going to the imperial capital anyway, we'll have plenty of time to talk later."

Wang Ziyu nodded, then got up and left Ye Ling's room.

As the door closed behind her, Ye Ling sat alone on the couch, his thoughts swirling in his eyes.

The imperial capital was like a deep pond whose bottom one could not fathom, and no one knew exactly what lay hidden within these waters.

Whether there's a leviathan lurking or not is also yet to be seen!

"With my strength as it is now, I fear no one!"

Ye Ling murmured softly to himself.