After detailing his wife's condition, Yan Ye Fei looked anxiously toward Zhang Yang. "Mr.

Zhang, are you truly that skilled? Can this illness be cured?" His wife's sickness was also his own constant worry.

Seeing her unhappy sapped his energy for everything; this trip, besides his own interests, was partly due to her. His wife, like him, was a devotee of the supernatural, though since falling ill, she rarely went out.

Every time he investigated something, he would return and relay the findings to cheer her up. Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head.

"It's too soon to say. Based on your description, it bears some resemblance to a very rare form of genetic skin disease.

I need to see the patient in person and make a diagnosis before I can draw any conclusions!" "Yes, I understand. I was too hasty.

When might you be available? I'll have my wife come over!" Yan Ye Fei was slightly disappointed but nodded vigorously.

He knew that a doctor couldn't diagnose an ailment based on a mere description. Someone who could name the disease and promise a cure just from a few sentences wouldn't be a skilled doctor; they'd be an immortal.

"In a few days. I'll be here for the next few days," Zhang Yang replied with a smile after a moment's thought.

Yan Ye Fei nodded again. Regardless of his current perception of Zhang Yang, this was another flicker of hope.

In truth, Zhang Yang had sensed what Yan Ye Fei's wife's illness was almost as soon as he started describing the symptoms. Based on the signs, it strongly suggested a genetic skin disease, exceedingly troublesome—the sort that wouldn't be properly identified until 2006 in a later era.

In this world, the number of doctors capable of curing it could be counted on one hand. Fortunately, Zhang Yang had been one of those few in his previous life, so Yan Ye Fei was quite lucky.

Zhang Yang could see how deeply devoted the couple was; Yan Ye Fei was a good man who deeply loved his wife, and Zhang Yang was willing to help them resolve their troubles so they could live happily. "Good.

I will call her today and tell her to come," Yan Ye Fei immediately agreed, even reaching for his phone before someone beside him tapped his shoulder and shook their head, bringing him back to his senses. It was already evening, and his wife preferred early nights; she was likely resting now.

Moreover, everyone was gathered here chatting, so calling now would be improper. "I apologize, I was too eager," Yan Ye Fei's face flushed slightly as he waved his hand again.

Yang Ling and Ying Ning watched him with admiration, then glanced back toward Su Zhantao and Wu Zhiguo. The more anxious he acted, the more it proved how much he cared for his beloved.

They wondered what their own men would be like in the future. Suddenly feeling a prickle down their spines under the gaze of the two women, Su Zhantao reacted quickly, grasping Yang Ling's small hand and whispering something.

Though no one else could hear him, Zhang Yang caught it clearly. He wished he hadn't, though.

What Su Zhantao said was so syrupy sweet it made goosebumps rise on Zhang Yang's skin. Gathered around the bonfire, the group chatted for a while longer before dispersing to their separate activities.

Thanks to Li Ya and his crew, they had brought an abundance of supplies—enough not only to power all the electrical appliances but also to heat water for bathing. The bathtub they brought instantly became the most coveted item; regrettably, it was snagged by the two ladies, Yang Ling and Ying Ning, leaving the men to squeeze into the RVs for their showers.

Besides bathing, the satellite television was a novelty. Wang Chen’s satellite TV unit was large, and the signal reception here was surprisingly good, pulling in over thirty channels, including a few foreign ones.

This utterly astonished the auxiliary defense team members helping guard them. It was the first time in their lives they had ever seen foreign television programming, and such a massive screen was also a first.

Looking at the dazzling array of modern appliances laid out, Yan Ye Fei and his companions’ eyes widened. These people truly were not ordinary.

To bring so many things on a single outing—this was genuine comfort, real entertainment, unlike his own habit of carrying minimal gear while traveling. It made them realize that these people present were absolutely not common folk.

Ordinary people couldn't create such a display; the value of these items alone was considerable. Thanks to Li Ya and the others, Yan Ye Fei’s group wouldn't have to crowd into the shabby little inns in town tonight.

They had brought plenty of tents and two RVs, ensuring ample sleeping arrangements. Yan Ye Fei and his wife were allocated a large tent equipped with mosquito repellent, electric lighting, and a small television.

Staying in the tent was infinitely superior to the lodging available in the town's small hotel. After preparations wrapped up around eleven, everyone finally retired for the night.

Town Head Wang arranged for four members of the defense team to stand watch in shifts. Only they would receive such consideration.

In fact, every time Long Cheng and his group visited, Town Head Wang assigned defense members to guard them, as camping out near the edge of the Savage Mountain carried risks if left unguarded. There were still plenty of wild wolves and other beasts around the Savage Mountain, and wolves had entered the village before.

Long Cheng and the others were aware of this. Long Cheng, possessing internal energy (Nei Jin), wasn't afraid of wolves, but the others were, so they tacitly accepted the Town Head's precaution.

However, every time they departed, they expressed immense gratitude to the defense members who assisted them, offering lavish gifts. As a result, on subsequent visits, many locals vied for the chance to help guard them.

The sounds of activity gradually subsided, and the faint murmur of television sets could be heard from inside the tents. The large engine they brought this time was more than sufficient to run these small electronics.

With a fuel tanker present, there was no worry about running out of gasoline for power generation; that single tanker load could sustain them for ten to fifteen days without issue. The night deepened, and the lights in most tents were extinguished, leaving only the auxiliary defense members on watch, talking quietly beside the bonfire.

The starlit sky tonight was magnificent; even without the fire or electric lamps, visibility was excellent. After meditating and cultivating for a while, Zhang Yang drifted off to sleep.

Internal energy practitioners were still human and required rest. The difference was that the stronger the practitioner, the less rest they needed.

A powerhouse like Zhang Yang, at the mid-stage of the Fourth Layer, needed only about two hours of sleep per day. If necessary, he could stay awake for several days and nights, though he would still experience fatigue.

Not long after falling asleep, Zhang Yang’s eyes snapped open. Zhuifeng, on the other side of the tent, suddenly pricked up its ears, and Wuying stirred, while Shandian had already leaped out.

They all sensed a powerful entity rapidly approaching from deep within the Savage Mountain. Judging purely by the aura it projected, this powerful being seemed slightly stronger than Zhang Yang, though it hadn't reached the Fifth Layer; its exact strength was impossible to discern until they met.

The question was whether it was a spirit beast or a human. Its speed was immense.

By the time Zhang Yang opened his eyes and stepped out of the tent, the entity was almost at the mountain's edge. "Boss Zhang, you're still awake?

Do you need the latrine? I have a light; I can take you!" One of the auxiliary defense members on watch walked over with a smile, holding a flashlight.

They all recognized Zhang Yang as the one who donated funds to help repair their road, and they felt a sense of gratitude toward him. That road had transformed their lives, holding even greater significance for their future.

In the few months since the road was completed, the number of televisions in the town had doubled. That wasn't all; with the road, mountain produce could finally be transported out, bringing extra income to almost every household and improving their lives significantly.

"No need, thank you. I just stepped out for a look," Zhang Yang smiled lightly, shaking his head.

Zhuifeng also emerged from the tent. Seeing Zhuifeng, the defense member’s face lit up with a touch of envy.

Such a magnificent white horse was rare, something only a wealthy boss like Zhang Yang could own and keep by his side daily. Zhang Yang looked up.

The powerful entity made no attempt to conceal its presence and was rapidly approaching his location. By now, Zhang Yang could surmise that this powerful being was a spirit beast.

Moreover, it was a relatively uncommon aerial spirit beast; its position was clearly in the sky. "Very well, if you need anything, just call out..." The defense member speaking to Zhang Yang had only gotten this far when his body suddenly went limp, and he crumpled to the ground.

It wasn't just him; the other defense member sharing the watch also collapsed. The four guards were split into two shifts for the upper and lower halves of the night, but even if all four had been present, they would certainly have lost consciousness by now.

Zhang Yang felt that the yet-to-arrive powerful spirit beast was emitting a strange, subtle sound wave—a noise so faint yet powerful that anyone hearing it would instantly faint. Even Zhang Yang felt a distinct discomfort upon hearing it.

This sound wave affected both the conscious and the sleeping; it was likely that everyone inside the tents was now in an even deeper slumber, perhaps impossible to wake even with a cannon blast. At this moment, Zhang Yang finally understood why everyone had fallen asleep when the corpse of the Golden Crown Python went missing.

With such a potent spirit beast present, remaining conscious would have been impossible. A question arose in Zhang Yang’s mind: if this spirit beast was so powerful, why would it bother stealing the seemingly worthless corpse of the Golden Crown Python?

For spirit beasts, the only things that attracted them from other beasts were vital blood essence and specific items like poisonous gallbladders; apart from these, they generally wouldn't consume ordinary flesh and muscle. Spirit beasts were inherently intelligent and wise; they often showed respect to other intelligent creatures.

Just as Shandian and Wuying had insisted on burying the Golden Crown Python after its death—this was the nature of spirit beasts. Of course, there were extremely brutal spirit beasts that would devour the corpses of others, but such creatures were exceedingly rare.

As he pondered this, the spirit beast drew nearer. Zhang Yang lifted his gaze, looking coldly toward the sky.

The spirit beast was indeed formidable. Based on the aura it radiated, it had reached the peak of the mid-stage Fourth Layer, perhaps only a step away from the late stage of the Fourth Layer.

Furthermore, being a spirit beast, it possessed a natural advantage over humans. However, Zhang Yang felt no alarm.

He was no ordinary internal energy practitioner. At the mid-stage of the Fourth Layer, he had mastered energy manipulation through the Potian Sword Style and could even materialize that energy.

He dared to fight, and could indeed fight, even a spirit beast at the late stage of the Fourth Layer.