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Qin Jiang asked, "Is there any clue?"

Ling Qingxue gave a wry smile, "We are also very troubled now because the subordinates escorting this batch of goods were almost all killed. The opponent's methods were very clean and efficient, and it was too late by the time we received the news and rushed over."

"Now, there's only one survivor."

"However, that subordinate of mine is still in a coma due to severe injuries."

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Upon hearing this, Qin Jiang pondered for a few seconds, "Can I go and see him?"

Ling Qingxue hesitated for a moment.

Zhang Shuqing interjected from the side, "Qingxue, don't forget that Mr. Qin is a divine doctor. Perhaps he could save your subordinate and even help you get some clues."

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble Mr. Qin!"

Ling Qingxue was also very troubled. After all, the loss of Tianyuan Auction House's goods, if the news got out, would be a huge disgrace for the Ling Family.

And more so.

Currently being targeted within her family, Ling Qingxue knew that if the Ling Family learned of this incident, some members would certainly make things difficult for her. If Qin Jiang could help her solve this problem, that would be best.

However, she didn't hold out much hope.

If the opponent dared to offend her Ling Family, they were probably not an ordinary force. How could Qin Jiang possibly contend with them?

At most, she was only thinking of giving it a try.

Ling Qingxue led Qin Jiang to a room.

The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and on a hospital bed lay a pale-faced man.

He was covered in severe wounds, wrapped in bandages, and his breathing was very faint, as if it could stop at any moment.

Qin Jiang glanced at the man on the bed and said, "It's not too bad, the condition is treatable."

Ling Qingxue was slightly astonished, "This is not serious?"

After all, even the doctors in the emergency room of the hospital said it was hard to save him, but Ling Qingxue was unwilling to give up and had been keeping him alive by a breath.

Standing behind Ling Qingxue, Feng Lin said indifferently, "Talking is easier than doing. Let's see you do it before you say it."

In his view, this young man was just boasting.

Qin Jiang calmly said, "Leave it to me!"

After that, he directly took out some silver needles.

The silver needles fell one by one onto the man's body.

This acupuncture technique was called the Seven Stars Life-saving Needle, specifically designed to save those who were critically injured.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

The last of Qin Jiang's silver needles were placed.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

True Qi, through the needles, entered the man's body, nurturing and warming it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Cough, cough!"

Suddenly, a cough rang out, and the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes!

"I'm not dead?"

His face filled with disbelief, and the pain coursing through his body twisted his features.

Ling Qingxue said, "You've survived. Don't hurry, rest well first."

"Miss!" the man said excitedly, "Miss, you must avenge my brothers! Their deaths were too unjust!"

Ling Qingxue sighed, "I know. Those who dare to touch our Ling Family, I will not let them off lightly! They... must pay the price!"

Through gritted teeth, the man enunciated each word, "They were Rakshasa's men!"

"Rakshasa?" Ling Qingxue's eyes narrowed slightly as she heard this, with a glint of coldness flashing in them.

"That's right!"

Qin Jiang curiously asked, "What is Rakshasa?"

Ling Qingxue took a deep breath, her tone solemn, "Rakshasa is an assassin organization in our Divine Land, with a longstanding tradition and enormous power teeming with expert fighters."

"Ordinary forces do not dare to provoke them."

"However, Rakshasa was pursued and decimated by a mysterious powerhouse twenty years ago. With 128 branches destroyed in quick succession, they were scared into hiding, and we haven't heard from them in many years. By the way, that mysterious powerhouse shares the same surname as you, Mr. Qin."

"Is that so?" Qin Jiang chuckled, "There are many with the surname Qin in the world."

Ling Qingxue also chuckled and did not dwell much on the topic. After all, for some people, the surname Qin was taboo.

Indeed, the head of the Eight Clans from yesteryear, the Qin Family.

Yet even the once paramount family had vanished into the annals of history.

This caused her a measure of melancholy.

She said, "Mr. Qin, Rakshasa is not to be trifled with. Even just one of their branches will likely have several Grandmasters at the Transformation Realm."

"Are you sure you want to be their enemy?"

Qin Jiang stated resolutely, "The Hundred Bell Flower, I must obtain it."