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"Sir, I'm leaving now. Please take care of yourself." In Drakon Prison at Jenos, Terry Yale bowed respectfully to a scruffy old man, his eyes filled with reluctance. The old man nodded slightly, advising, "Don't forget what I instructed you. Deal with the Wyrm's Wrath inside you as soon as possible. If it invades your heart, catastrophe will surely follow." Terry nodded earnestly. "I understand, sir." Three years ago, he took the blame for his brother and ended up in prison. At only fifteen, he was often bullied. Fortunately, the older man intervened, took him under his wing, and taught him many skills. The older man revealed that Terry possessed the Wyrm's Bloodline, but his Wrymbone had been removed for unknown reasons. This caused the Wyrm's Wrath, which continually wore away at his body. Without intervention, he wouldn't live past eighteen. The old man's martial arts lessons boosted Terry's vitality, temporarily keeping the Wyrm's Wrath in check, but it was just a temporary fix. There were two methods to resolve the problem completely. One way was to find a woman with a special constitution. The dragon's nature was lustful, and the Wyrm's Wrath shared this trait; by practicing dual cultivation with such a woman, her vital energy could balance the Wyrm's Wrath. A Phoenix or Dragon Vessel would be the most ideal. The second method was to recover the missing Wrymbone. Since the Wyrm's Wrath arose from its removal, finding it would dissipate the wrath. The old man waved his hand. "Go on. Remember, don't tarnish my name." Terry knelt and bowed three times before leaving the prison. As he left, Drakon Prison erupted in excitement. "Hahaha, the tyrant Terry is finally gone." "Great! Today calls for a celebration." ***** The Yale family was one of the four prominent families in Jenos City. Inside the Yale Manor, Harley Yale and his wife looked worried. "What should we do? We only have three days left. If we can't devise a plan, my time as head of the family is over." Harley furrowed his brow. Molly Shayle said bitterly, "Dad is doing this on purpose." Harley sighed. "I know. Dad is pressuring me to give up the position." Molly was anxious. "Then what do we do?" Harley gritted his teeth. "If it comes to that, we'll have to sacrifice Theo." Molly's face changed. "Will Theo agree? The Jackman family's daughter is in a vegetative state and reportedly disfigured." The eldest daughter of the Jackman family became vegetative after a car accident over a year ago. After seeking medical help everywhere to no avail, they decided to find a husband to bring good fortune. The Yale family volunteered for the opportunity to gain prosperity. Pierce Yale, Harley's father, immediately called a family meeting, and after deliberation, put the pressure on Harley. As the couple pondered, the family butler, Archie, entered. "Sir, Mr. Terry has returned." Molly frowned. "Which Terry?" Harley frowned too, but then seemed to remember. Archie explained, "Sir, it's Mr. Terry, who went to prison three years ago." The couple suddenly remembered Terry. Not having seen him for over three years, they almost forgot they had another son. Their eyes lit up simultaneously. Molly smiled. "Harley, we can have Terry marry into the Jackman family." Harley nodded in agreement. "Perfect. A convict and a vegetative person are truly a match made in heaven." Molly was still worried. "Terry is an illegitimate child and has been to prison. Will the Jackman family object?" Harley pondered, "I'll call and find out." He took out his phone to contact the Jackman family. After the call, Molly asked, "How did it go?" Harley replied, "The Jackman family said they'd consider it." At that moment, Archie brought Terry in. Seeing his faded, washed-out clothes, the couple looked at him with disdain but forced smiles because of the marriage plan. Harley eagerly approached, taking Terry's hand. "Terry, you've been through so much these past three years." Molly added, "Terry, wait here. I'll make you something to eat." She headed to the kitchen. Harley kept Terry engaged with questions about his prison life and excuses about being too busy to visit him over the years. Terry listened silently, sneering inwardly. He wasn't the naive boy he used to be; no matter how sweetly they talked, he wouldn't believe a word. He had always been insignificant in the family, often enduring beatings. Three years ago, Harley had him take the fall for his brother, Isaac, claiming that as a minor, his sentence would be lighter. He promised Terry a life of wealth and honor upon release. Yet, no family member had visited him during his time in prison. Terry was initially not planning to return home after his release. However, his master revealed that he had the Wyrm's Bloodline. Since both Harley and his late mother were ordinary people, they couldn't have passed on such a bloodline. This meant either they weren't his biological parents, or one of them wasn't. He returned to uncover the truth about his origins. Though puzzled by Harley's enthusiasm, Terry knew something was up. He was determined to find out what they were up to. Over an hour passed, and as Harley continued his monologue, Terry couldn't bear it any longer. He said coldly, "Enough with the charade. What's going on?" Harley paused, then chuckled. "Terry, can't a father be genuinely concerned about his son?" Terry remained silent, his gaze fixed on Harley. The latter looked a bit uncomfortable, and just then, the phone rang. Harley answered it, and his face lit up with joy. After a brief conversation, he hung up and turned to Terry with a fatherly smile. "Terry, to make up for your sacrifice these past three years, I've arranged a marriage for you." Terry's heart stirred, knowing they were getting to the point. "The bride is the Jackman family's eldest daughter. Marry her, and you'll live a life of luxury." Terry inwardly sneered. He had suspected as much, but still didn't expect such shamelessness. He had heard about the Jackman family's eldest daughter from a fellow inmate. Once the jewel of the Jackman family, she had been tragically turned into a vegetative state. Fresh out of prison, they wanted him to marry a vegetative person. What a wonderful father indeed. Harley rambled on, "Terry, the Jackman family is a powerful clan in Jenos City, even more so than ours. You mustn't miss this opportunity." Terry replied with a mocking smile. "If it's such a great deal, why not have Isaac or Theo marry her?" Harley's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but his face maintained a cheerful smile. "Terry, while you were away for three years, your elder brothers both found girlfriends. And this fortune belongs to you; how could they take it away?" Not in the mood to argue, Terry replied calmly, "I'll agree, but I have some conditions." Harley's eyes lit up with interest. "What conditions? Let me hear them." Terry took a deep breath and said, "I want to know who my biological father is." He was already sure that Harley was not his biological father. Harley's expression froze. He discreetly glanced toward the kitchen, relieved to see Molly busy there. Terry's deduction had been correct, judging by Harley's reaction. The man's expression darkened. "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I not your biological father?" "Really?" Terry sneered. "What kind of biological father would let his son take the fall for someone else's crime? And then, after getting out, force him to marry a comatose woman?" Harley was at a loss for words. He had planned to deceive Terry first, thinking that once Terry married into the Jackman family, it would be too late for him to learn the truth. Terry spoke calmly. "If you reveal my true parentage, I will agree to marry the Jackman family's daughter." Harley's face grew ominous. "You ungrateful son, are you threatening me?" Terry's expression remained indifferent. "Stop pretending to be a father figure; you're not worthy." Harley's face turned livid with anger. "Ungrateful son, do you think that after three years in prison, I can't deal with you?" "Oh, threatening me?" Terry's voice was icy, his presence suddenly exuding a daunting aura. "Do you think I'm still the naive child from three years ago, the illegitimate son you could easily manipulate? In my eyes, you are nothing." "Ha, even the entire Yale family could be destroyed with a flick of my wrist." Harley trembled, feeling as if he were stalked by a prehistoric beast, ready to strike at any moment. Terry dialed back his intensity, speaking evenly, "Tell me the truth, and I will marry the Jackman daughter. Consider it repayment for the Yale family raising me." Harley was momentarily stunned; Terry looked normal again, like nothing had ever happened. "Weird, what just happened? How could that kid have such an aura? I must've imagined it," he reassured himself, feeling a twinge of anger at having been intimidated by Terry. But he swallowed his pride for the sake of the marriage deal. "Fine, I will tell you." Terry listened intently. "You're not my biological son. Your mom was my first love. When she fell gravely ill and her parents were no longer around, she entrusted you to me. I promised to take care of you out of respect for our past relationship. As for who your biological father is, I do not know." Terry studied him closely and realized Harley wasn't lying. This meant the trail went cold again. But at least he confirmed his real dad had Wrym's Bloodline. Finding him would likely reveal the secrets of the Wrymbone. But in the vast world, how could he locate him? "I have told you the truth," Harley said coldly, "I hope you remember your promise." "And keep this matter between us," he added, "Don't let anyone else know, or it could tarnish the Yale family's reputation." Terry replied calmly, "Rest assured, I keep my word. When is the wedding?" Harley said, "Tomorrow. Today, stay home. I'll send someone to fit you for a suit." Soon after, Molly prepared a table full of delicious dishes. Learning of Terry's agreement, she was delighted. After the meal, the couple immediately sent a pile of clothes for Terry to try on with the help of a maid. ***** The next day, Terry sat in the villa, dressed sharply, waiting for the wedding procession to arrive. Clad in a crisp suit, his face was determined, his eyes bright, and his short hair added to his spirited appearance. He exuded an extraordinary aura. "Terry, your sacrifice is remembered. If you need anything in the future, just come to me," Isaac Yale said with a warm smile, patting Terry on the shoulder. Having heard of Terry's impending marriage into the Jackman family, he had rushed back overnight. Although he deeply despised Terry, the illegitimate child, as the eldest, he had to maintain appearances. Terry shook his head. "No need. From now on, I have nothing to do with the Yale family." He had seen through the family's shamelessness. Isaac's smile faded, cursing Terry's ungratefulness inwardly. Soon, the Jackman family's wedding procession arrived at the Yale Manor. Terry strode toward the door, not sparing the others a glance. Molly Shayle cursed angrily, "What a piece of work, did time in prison make him forget all about respect and propriety?" Isaac consoled her, "Mom, he's just an illegitimate child. Don't stoop to his level." Harley added, "There's no need to get upset over a convict. Now that our branch has contributed, we should ask Dad for our reward." Outside, Terry sat in the car, having heard their conversation. He smiled coldly, thinking the Yale family would get their due. He got into the wedding convoy and headed to the Jackman Manor. The Jackman family, a centennial ancient clan of Jenos City, had a deep heritage, far surpassing the Yale family. Before long, the car reached its destination. Terry followed the butler inside. Inside, Silas Jackman and his wife entertained an elderly man with a square face. "Doctor Lynch, thank you for your efforts," Silas expressed his gratitude. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help," Magnus Lynch replied apologetically. "If I hear any news about the Medicine Sage, I will let you know immediately." The elder, Magnus Lynch, was a renowned physician, hired at great expense by the couple. However, he could not awaken Jane Jackman and recommended a legendary healer, the Medicine Sage. The couple expressed their gratitude. "Thank you, Doctor Lynch." Magnus waved it off, standing to leave. "I will take my leave now." Silas quickly stood to see him out. Magnus walked past Terry as he entered. Curious, Terry wondered who this man was to know of the Medicine Sage. The Medicine Sage was the ultimate authority on medicine. In ancient times, a legendary figure who tasted hundreds of herbs; now there was the Medicine Sage who mastered them all. A legend in medicine, the Medicine Sage's healing skills were unparalleled. It was said that there was no ailment he could not cure. Though renowned, the Medicine Sage was known only in medicine and martial arts. Ordinary people rarely heard of him. Why did Terry know so much? Because the Medicine Sage was his master. "You must be Terry Yale?" A voice interrupted Terry's thoughts. Looking up, he saw Silas Jackman staring at him with a hostile gaze. Terry nodded slightly. Silas' face grew stern. "I hear you just got out of prison?" Terry nodded again. Silas's expression turned even darker. "The Yale family dares to send a convict to marry into our family, thinking they can bully us just because we've fallen on hard times?" "Enough, it's a joyous day, say no more," Cecelia Halenkamp scolded her husband, glancing at Terry. "Besides, I agreed to this arrangement." She appraised Terry, eyes filled with satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad, quite a handsome young man, suitable for Jane." Silas grunted and turned upstairs, clearly displeased with Terry as his son-in-law. "Linus, have them bring Jane out," Cecelia instructed the butler before turning to Terry. "Terry, let's go upstairs." Terry followed silently. A few maids helped a stunning woman into the room on the second floor. She appeared in her early twenties, with flowing red curls, a flawless face, and an alluring figure. She would be even more captivating if not for her pale, sickly complexion. Terry was puzzled. Wasn't she supposed to be disfigured? How could she be so beautiful? With Cecelia and Silas watching, Terry and Jane had a simple wedding ceremony. Then, Linus took their photos to register their marriage. "Terry, I'm entrusting my daughter to you," Cecelia advised earnestly. Terry nodded. "Mom, rest assured, I will make Jane happy." Silas snorted heavily and went downstairs. "Terry, don't mind him. He's just like that," Cecelia apologized, handing him a card. "Here's a hundred grand as a meeting gift." Terry was taken aback. A hundred grand as a meeting gift from his mother-in-law? Was such fortune possible? "Mom, I can't accept this," Terry quickly declined, unsure of her intentions. Was she being too kind? He had no idea. Although the Jackman family wanted someone to dispel bad luck, they weren't desperate for just anyone. The Yale family had suggested Terry marry in, and Cecelia immediately investigated him. He had taken the fall for his brother three years ago and now agreed to sacrifice for the family again. Such loyalty and righteousness naturally appealed to Cecelia. Although she wished for a more distinguished match, Jane's condition was such that no excellent suitor would accept her. Besides, the Jackman family wasn't lacking in wealth. In comparison, character was what mattered most. After Cecelia left, Terry entered the room, staring at the unconscious Jane on the bed. "Maybe marrying into the family isn't that bad after all," he murmured softly. Cecelia's kindness reminded Terry of his late mother. Unlike Harley, his mother, Jacqueline Lyson, had always been very caring. He gently held Jane's hand to feel her pulse. After a moment, his brow furrowed. "Hmm, could this be..." After a closer examination, his eyes lit up with delight. "It's truly the Phoenix Vessel. My luck is extraordinary." He was overjoyed, recalling his master's words that individuals with special constitutions were rare. Yet here he was, having just encountered one-and coincidentally married her. Suppressing his excitement, he focused on diagnosing the cause of Jane's coma. A moment later, his eyebrow arched. "Ah, it seems my wife is not as simple as she seems." With a single hand gesture, threads of true energy flowed from his fingertips, transforming into needles in mid-air. If any knowledgeable person witnessed this scene, they would be utterly astonished by these energy-crafted needles. After all, such techniques were only described in ancient texts. Uncovering the quilt, he revealed a sensual, graceful figure, causing Terry's gaze to heat up. After three years in prison with no contact with women, it was inevitable that his heart raced at the sight. Taking a deep breath to quell his rising emotions, he concentrated on manipulating the needles. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! His fingers danced lightly as nine needles pierced various acupuncture points on Jane's body. The needles trembled slightly, then gradually turned from transparent to crimson. Within minutes, they became as red as blood. With a wave of his hand, Terry sent those needles soaring, transforming them into nine drops of blood-red liquid above a nearby trash can, releasing a faint aroma. Grasping Jane's wrist again, he detected residual toxins. He infused her with some true energy to restore her vitality, intending to continue the treatment. Just then, the door burst open, and Martha, the maid, entered with a basin of hot water. She was startled by the scene. "W-What are you doing to Ms. Jane?" Terry frowned and withdrew his hand, about to explain, but Martha had already fled the room. She quickly returned with Silas and Cecelia. "You beast, what are you trying to do to Jane?" Silas yelled as soon as he stormed in. Cecelia rushed to check Jane's condition and was relieved to find nothing wrong, then turned to Terry. "Terry, what were you doing just now?" Silas, still enraged, barked, "Do we even need to ask? This beast must be up to no good with Jane. Having been in prison, I've said he's no good, but you wouldn't listen." It wasn't surprising that he misunderstood. Terry had already left a poor impression, and with what Martha witnessed, suspicion was inevitable. The thought of him attempting anything with his comatose daughter made Silas' blood boil. "Why are you jumping to conclusions? We haven't even figured out what's going on," Cecelia chided her husband before turning to Terry. Terry didn't hide the truth. "I was treating her." Cecelia was surprised. "You know how to practice medicine?" Terry nodded. "I know a thing or two." Silas let out an angry laugh. "Nonsense. You went to prison before finishing middle school. Where would you learn medicine? From the criminals inside?" Terry didn't bother to elaborate. "I was indeed treating her. Believe it or not." Silas sneered. "Really? Then, can you tell us Jane's condition?" "She's poisoned." Silas burst into laughter, then shouted, "What's that got to do with poisoning? Jane was in a car accident. Her consciousness fell into a slumber, turning her into a vegetable." Terry smirked. Jane's brain had indeed suffered damage, but it wasn't enough to cause her prolonged coma. The real culprit was the Netherlily Poison in her system. Colorless, odorless, it merged with the blood and nerves, making it extremely difficult to detect. This was why, despite many renowned doctors visiting the Jackman family over the past year, none could awaken Jane. How could they cure her without knowing the cause? He didn't bother explaining further, knowing they wouldn't believe him anyway. Cecelia was about to speak when Linus rushed in. "Sir, Madam, Mdm. Gina and Ms. Vivian have arrived." No sooner had he finished speaking than two figures entered. They were Silas' sister-in-law, Gina Casson, and her daughter, Vivian Jackman. "Silas, I heard you found a Yale family member to bring Jane good fortune. Where is he? Let me see," Gina said, casting a sideways glance. "Mom, what Yale family member? I heard he's just an illegitimate child, and he's been in prison," Vivian chimed in, their words causing Silas and Cecelia's faces to darken. Silas glared at Cecelia. "This is all your doing." Cecelia's expression soured. "Gina, my son-in-law's business is none of your concern." Gina smiled sweetly. "Cecelia, that's not right. I'm Jane's aunt, and it's only right that I show some concern. Even though Jane's a vegetable, you can't just pick any riff-raff, as if no one wants her." Her words were sharp as a knife. Cecelia trembled with rage, but before she could retort, Gina continued. "An ex-con is full of bad luck. If it rubs off on Jane, it'll be terrible. What if instead of bringing fortune, it brings disaster?" She then turned to Silas, clicking her tongue. "Silas, shouldn't you keep Cecelia in check? If disaster truly strikes, Jane might never wake up." Cecelia's voice sharpened. "Gina, how dare you curse my daughter?" Gina remained indifferent. "Don't misunderstand, Cecelia. I'm just stating the facts." Before Cecelia could respond, Terry interjected, "Hey, old hag, bringing good fortune isn't about someone's past; it's about their destiny and luck. When I was young, a fortune teller said I was a lucky star, bringing prosperity wherever I went. Maybe Jane will wake up soon." Gina was momentarily stunned before she snapped back, furious. "You ex-con, who are you calling old?" Terry grinned, his smile bright. "Old hag, with such a sharp tongue and so much powder on your face, you could probably paint a wall. Are you too embarrassed to show yourself because you're too old and ugly?" Everyone in the room turned, astonished at Terry's sharp wit. "You little beast, I'll tear your mouth apart," Gina shrieked, ready to claw at Terry's face, but Cecelia stepped in to stop her. "Gina, aren't you ashamed to bicker with a junior? Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?" Cecelia teased, her words dripping with irony. Gina trembled with fury, knowing she couldn't deal with Terry here. She suppressed her anger and sneered. "Cecelia, don't get too smug. I'm here to tell you that Dad has decided to appoint Abel as CEO, with the ceremony a month from now. The cooperation with the Hemingbrough family will be handled entirely by him. You'd better not interfere, or don't blame us for being impolite." Cecelia's face turned sour. When the Hemingbrough family planned to invest in Jenton a year ago, Walter Jackman promised that whoever secured the deal would become the Jackman Group's CEO. Jane had worked tirelessly to make contact, but then the accident happened. While she lay in a coma, Abel's family not only took the credit but also oppressed Jane's loyal followers in the company, either winning them over or driving them out. Now, Silas and his family had little to no say in the Jackman Group. "This is favoritism. We will never agree." Cecelia gritted her teeth, nearly cracking. Gina smirked triumphantly. "What can you do if you disagree? Your once-prized daughter is now a vegetable. Who can your family rely on? Your useless husband? Or this ex-con son-in-law?" The atmosphere grew tense as Cecelia's face darkened ominously. She wanted to retort but found herself at a loss for words. "Ha, Cecelia, we are destined to lead the Jackman family. Stop daydreaming. You'd better behave, or you'll be crying later." Just as Gina's smugness peaked, a sudden cough echoed from the bed. Everyone turned to see that Jane had opened her eyes. Download #Topnovel & Start Reading [Urban Mystic Healer] Now.

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