The Beautiful CEO's Personal Mad Doctor

Having drawn the ire of the crowd, the two Elders could only flee in disgrace.

A wave of boisterous laughter erupted from the onlookers.

To protect Cheng Yuan, the Old Dragon King decided to issue a gag order.

The Old Dragon King scanned the crowd with an imposing gaze and said in a low voice, “Everything that happened at the Jinling Yang Family’s residence today must not be revealed by anyone! Take it to your graves! This is especially true for any news about me and Xiaoyuan! If anyone dares to leak a word, I will show no mercy!”

A chill ran through the crowd, and they replied in unison, “We will obey the Old Dragon King’s command!”

The Old Dragon King’s expression softened slightly. He gave a casual wave of his hand. “The Jinling Yang Family’s disciple ceremony has been a complete success. Everyone, you may disperse!”

“Yes!”

The crowd departed in an orderly manner.

Only Cheng Yuan and the Old Dragon King remained at the Yang Family residence.

The members of the Yang Family dared to hate but not to speak, inwardly cursing the two of them endlessly.

Yang Jian forced himself to step forward, a fawning look on his face. “The grudge between Cheng Yuan and Qiuyu has been completely resolved. Our Yang Family is about to hold a funeral. Will Brother Huangfu be staying to attend?”

The Old Dragon King shot Yang Jian an irritated glare. “Yang Haoyu? What makes him worthy of me paying my respects? Now, if it were you, Yang the Second, you might barely qualify!”

Yang Jian was practically radiating hatred for the Old Dragon King. ‘That old bastard is cursing me to die!’

But Yang Jian didn’t dare to lash out. Making a gesture of invitation, he said with a forced smile, “Since Brother Huangfu won’t be attending Haoyu’s funeral, then please, this way.”

The Old Dragon King’s eyes widened. “‘This way’? What ‘this way’? Didn’t you say you’d open the Treasury to Cheng Yuan for a day? Have you forgotten already?”

The Treasury?

That was the very foundation of the Yang Family, holding countless generations of their heritage!

In his haste earlier, he had only mentioned the Treasury offhandedly. He never thought the Old Dragon King would actually take him seriously!

What was he to do?

Yang Jian subconsciously glanced at Yu Fanghua, hoping she would plead their case.

Yu Fanghua hated the Old Dragon King to the bone right now, so she certainly wasn’t going to plead with him. Instead, she put on a mask of righteous indignation and said, “Jian, a man stands by his word. What’s said is said. Take them to the Treasury immediately!”

As she spoke, Yu Fanghua took out a key and tossed it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian froze for a second. This wasn’t the key to the Yang Family’s main Treasury. It was the key to the outer courtyard’s treasury, which only stored resources for the disciples.

‘Fanghua, you’re a genius!’

‘We can definitely fool Cheng Yuan with a pile of junk resources!’

Yang Jian gripped the key tightly, then turned to Cheng Yuan with a sullen expression. “Cheng Yuan, the Treasury is this way. Follow me.”

But how well did the Old Dragon King know Yu Fanghua?

Given her materialistic nature, how could she possibly hand over the key to the Treasury so easily?

The Old Dragon King said coldly, “Fanghua, Yang the Second, I’ll be going into the Treasury with Cheng Yuan. You’d better not try to fool me with a pile of junk! I have a very bad temper, and I just might tear this entire Yang Family compound to the ground.”

Yang Jian’s expression faltered. Cheng Yuan was young; his experience and judgment were lacking.

But Huangfu Yanyi’s judgment was on another level. The items in the outer courtyard’s treasury would never fool him!

What should he do?

Just when Yang Jian was at a loss, Cheng Yuan spoke up calmly, “Master, there’s no need to tear the Yang Family’s home apart. I’ve learned some Dragon Seeking and Acupoint-Pointing techniques. I can find the Treasury myself.”

As he spoke, Cheng Yuan put on a show of forming hand seals, his feet tracing the steps of the Yin Yang Bagua as he mumbled an incantation.

“Seeking the dragon, parting the gold, watch the winding mountains. One coil, one trial. Though the gates hold eight perils, they conform to the shape of the Yin Yang Bagua.”

The members of the Yang Family were speechless. ‘Is this kid trying to be funny?’

Their Yang Family Treasury had been built with the help of the Celestial Secret Sect.

The Celestial Secret Sect’s greatest ability was to obscure fate itself. Forget a young brat like Cheng Yuan; even the top Feng Shui Master in the entire Ancient Martial Realm wouldn’t be able to find the Treasury’s location!

The Yang Family members all stared at Cheng Yuan with mocking eyes, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Cheng Yuan might have looked like a charlatan, but it was all just an act to conceal his Double Pupil. He had already locked onto the Treasury’s location long ago!

When Cheng Yuan completed his final step, he was facing the exact direction of the Treasury.

Cheng Yuan raised his hand and pointed straight ahead, announcing in a low voice, “Master, I’ve found the Treasury’s location!”

The expressions of the Yang Family’s leaders all changed in unison, because the direction Cheng Yuan was pointing was precisely where the Treasury was located!

This made them unavoidably nervous. ‘Could it be? Can this kid really find the Treasury?’

‘That’s impossible!’

Cheng Yuan paid no mind to what the Yang Family members were thinking and strode confidently in the direction of the Treasury.

Soon, the group arrived at the entrance of the Buddhist Hall where Yu Fanghua practiced her cultivation in seclusion.

Cheng Yuan pointed to the Buddhist Hall. “Master,” he said in a low voice, “the Treasury is inside this Buddhist Hall.”

The faces of the Yang Family members turned as black as ink. Any shred of wishful thinking was gone. This little bastard could actually find the Treasury!

Yu Fanghua shot Cheng Yuan a venomous glare. The resources in that Treasury were ones she had painstakingly scraped together and accumulated, bit by bit!

‘I absolutely cannot let this little whelp have them!’

‘What to do?’

‘I absolutely cannot admit the Treasury is in the Buddhist Hall!’

Yu Fanghua said coldly, “Cheng Yuan, you little thief! This is my Buddhist Hall! I have been in seclusion here for ten years. How could I not know if there was a Treasury inside? Don’t you dare spout such nonsense!”

“Old Matriarch, perhaps I could be mistaken, but the Yi Jing Bagua is never wrong!”

“Some of the Buddhist Artifacts in the hall possess Spiritual Energy, which can interfere with the readings of the Yi Jing Bagua! Cheng Yuan, you little thief, you must be mistaken! This Buddhist Hall is where I practice my cultivation in seclusion. How can I allow people to trample all over it?!”

Cheng Yuan had no way to deal with Yu Fanghua, so he could only turn to tattle. “Master, the Old Matriarch looks like she’s about to go back on her word.”

The Old Dragon King said with a deadpan expression, “Fanghua, don’t force my hand.”

Yu Fanghua flew into a rage, shouting, “Huangfu Yanyi! You’d rather believe a little thief than believe me? Ask him! Does he dare to make a bet with me?”

Cheng Yuan was full of confidence.

“Why wouldn’t I dare? Old Matriarch, if there is no Treasury in the Buddhist Hall, I, Cheng Yuan, will take my own life right here at the entrance! But if there is a Treasury, do you dare to do the same?”

“I…”

Yu Fanghua was rendered speechless.

Seeing Yu Fanghua’s reaction, how could the Old Dragon King not guess the truth?

The Old Dragon King was very disappointed in Yu Fanghua.

CRASH!

The doors to the Buddhist Hall were kicked to splinters by the Old Dragon King!

The Old Dragon King led Cheng Yuan into the Buddhist Hall with large strides and said in a low voice, “Xiaoyuan, find the Treasury!”

“Yes, Master.”

Cheng Yuan headed straight for the inner parts of the Buddhist Hall, and the members of the Yang Family hurriedly followed.

Soon, Cheng Yuan arrived at the door to Yu Fanghua’s meditation room.

CREAK— Cheng Yuan pushed open the door to the meditation room.

The meditation room was spartan, containing only a wooden plank bed, a meditation cushion, a wooden fish, a Sledgehammer, and two large chests.

Yu Fanghua struggled to maintain a calm expression as she asked coldly, “You little thief, this is my meditation room, where I rest. This is not the Treasury! What have you brought us here for?”

Cheng Yuan shrugged and said casually, “Old Matriarch, you’re right, this isn’t the Treasury. But it is the entrance to the Treasury!”