He is a fraud.

“You’re all aware of the old master’s condition. If things had continued as before, his remaining lifespan would be no more than a year. Even though eating my watermelon and vegetables over the past couple of days has helped regulate his health, that would at best grant him a few extra months. If you entrust his care to me, I can restore him to full health. As long as he maintains a normal lifestyle afterward, living another ten years at the very least will be no problem,” Chen Fengyun said to Qian Yuejin after his examination.

“What? You mean the old master could live another ten years?” Qian Yuejin was not the only one stunned; Dr. Zhao was equally shocked. Although they had guessed Chen Fengyun might be extraordinary, they never expected he could casually extend someone’s life by a decade.

“That’s impossible! Mr. Qian, please don’t be fooled by this guy. He’s just an ordinary high school student who only recently took the college entrance exam. Sure, he did well academically, but how could he possibly heal anyone?” Wang Junguang immediately protested.

“Mr. Qian, it concerns the old master’s health. Please take this seriously. You can ask Old Zhang—they used to be neighbors, and they still know each other. See if Old Zhang has ever heard of this kid having any medical skill,” Wang Debin reminded him darkly.

“Fengyun, don’t act rashly. So many experts and authorities, both domestic and foreign, have tried treating the old master. If even they have no solution, you mustn’t be impulsive,” Zhang Weiming urged anxiously.

“Mr. Qian, did you hear that? Even his acquaintances know he can’t cure anyone. If you let him treat the old master and something goes wrong, it’ll be too late for regrets,” Wang Junguang exclaimed.

His father had introduced him to Mr. Qian, hoping he’d make a good impression and, after graduating next year, secure a recommendation to work at the headquarters of the Imperial Group. Now, Wang Junguang was convinced that by exposing Chen Fengyun’s true nature and preventing him from treating the old master, Mr. Qian would surely think highly of him. He did not hesitate to raise his voice in front of both the old master and Mr. Qian.

“Uncle Zhang, rest assured. If I weren’t confident, why would I take on such a delicate task? As for the rest of you, just because you believe certain things are impossible in this world doesn’t mean they truly are. You think I have no ability to heal, but you have no idea what I’m truly capable of,” Chen Fengyun replied calmly to Zhang Weiming, then turned to address the Wang father and son.

“Enough! Mr. Chen is an honored guest of our Qian family. Who are you to pass judgment? If you say another word, get out!” Qian Yuejin burst out angrily at Wang Debin and his son.

He was still reeling from Chen Fengyun’s words. If Chen really could give the old master another ten years of life, with the old master’s influence in the nation, the Qian family would undoubtedly rise from a second-tier to a first-tier family.

In the capital, the few top-tier families have stood firm over the years not just because of their formidable power, but also because their patriarchs are still alive. Even if some of the old masters are in ill health, as long as they live, their networks remain intact, and their families continue to thrive. The Qian family, however, is not only located in the remote city of Rongcheng, but the old master’s declining health in recent years has also affected the family’s prospects. For the Qian family, if the old master could live another ten years, they’d be willing to give up everything.

“Mr. Chen, if you can let my father live another ten years, you may name any demand, any condition. Our Qian family will accept and fulfill it unconditionally,” Qian Yuejin said earnestly, taking a deep breath and gazing at Chen Fengyun with hope.

“Oh? Suppose I ask Mr. Qian to give me this villa—would you agree to that?” Chen Fengyun asked with a faint smile.

He didn’t make this request on a whim. Upon entering the courtyard, he sensed that this place might conceal a treasure trove of spiritual energy. If properly developed, the energy here would be far richer than elsewhere, not only meeting his cultivation needs but also greatly benefiting his parents’ health if they lived here long-term.

“What? This kid is really brazen, asking outright for Mr. Qian’s villa. That’s a mansion worth twenty or thirty million!” Wang Debin and his son stared in disbelief at Chen Fengyun.

“If Mr. Chen can do as he says, and let the old master live another ten years, then I’ll personally give him this villa,” the old master himself replied before Qian Yuejin could speak.

“That’s right. If you can achieve this, Mr. Chen, not only will our family give you this villa, but we’ll also give you an apartment in the capital. When you go to university in the capital, you won’t need to find accommodation elsewhere,” Qian Yuejin added, nodding. Clearly, he’d already investigated Chen Fengyun’s background and knew he’d be attending university in the capital later this year.

“How is this possible? How could the Qian family agree to give him a villa worth twenty or thirty million, and a place in the capital as well?” At this moment, not only Wang Debin and his son, but Zhang Weiming and Dr. Zhao were equally astonished.

“Well then, since the old master and Mr. Qian are so generous, I’ll graciously accept. Sister Zhou, could you please bring me a pot of water? Let’s see how I’ll regulate the old master’s health,” Chen Fengyun nodded, accepting the Qian family’s offer without hesitation.

Soon, Sister Zhou brought over a pot of water, about 1000 milliliters. Rather than setting it on the stone table, Chen Fengyun held it before him, and the pot immediately floated in midair.

“Heavens, he’s making the water pot float! How is he doing that?”

“This defies all reason—a one-kilogram pot, floating in thin air?”

“Fengyun seems like a different person. How did he learn these things?”

“Mr. Chen is truly remarkable. This alone would awe most people—no wonder he’s called a qigong master.”

The crowd was abuzz with shock, each person harboring their own thoughts—some outright disbelief, some half-convinced, some deeply convinced, and others simply baffled by the display.

Chen Fengyun didn’t use any methods of a true cultivator. Instead, he extended his hands as if cradling the pot, emitting a stream of white energy from his palms, which swirled into a cloud-like mist enveloping the entire vessel.

“Don’t worry, Father. Mr. Chen is a qigong master—he’s probably channeling energy right now, changing the properties of the water and turning it into a powerful medicine,” Qian Yuejin said nervously to the old master.

“No wonder the watermelon he brought had such miraculous effects. So he’s a qigong master! Is this the qigong he’s perfected?” The old master watched Chen Fengyun with keen interest.

“This kid must be resorting to trickery—a magician’s sleight of hand, nothing more. The Qian family is being deceived,” Wang Debin and his son thought privately, still unwilling to believe their eyes.