Old Master Tang's face was grim. He sneered repeatedly, silencing Qin Long.
Seeing Qin Long rendered speechless, the surrounding Tang family members grew even more insolent.
"Oh my, Qin Long, you look so arrogant. Your gift must be something out of this world."
"Why don't you take it out and astonish us?" Tang Yuxiang crossed his arms, looking at Qin Long with utter disdain.
Tang Xuewu immediately tried to explain, "Our gift is—"
"Tang Xuewu, shut your mouth!"
"Don't try to fool us with your gift!" Tang Chuchu shouted, her eyes filled with disgust.
Tang Xuewu shook her head helplessly. Qin Long lives on his salary. How could he possibly afford a gift?
"This is the birthday gift I chose for the Old Master," Qin Long said, slowly pulling a white porcelain bottle from his pocket.
Everyone was taken aback. He really brought something?
The porcelain bottle in Qin Long's hand looked ancient and carried an air of mystery.
"What treasure is this?" Tang Yuxiang snatched it away and prepared to open it. The crowd, filled with curiosity, leaned in, eager to see what was inside.
"Holy crap, what's that stench?"
"Qin Long, this isn't horse piss, is it?" Tang Yuxiang suddenly shrieked as he tipped the white porcelain bottle, pouring out a pale yellow liquid.
The fragrance of the liquid, a rich blend of aged alcohol and potent medicinal herbs, instantly filled the hall.
Qin Long's expression turned cold. This "horse piss," as Tang Yuxiang called it, was a treasure that countless powerful figures had fought over in the past. However, this group of people simply didn't understand, and he couldn't be bothered to explain.
"Qin Long, what is this?" Tang Xuewu's beautiful eyes widened with curiosity.
"This is a medicinal wine, brewed for fifty years. It can purge the cold poison from the Old Master's body," Qin Long said, smiling gently at her. "A single drop is enough to eradicate it completely."
Hearing this, everyone first gasped, then erupted into roaring laughter.
"Who said he regained his memory? He's probably sicker than ever, completely beyond saving."
"Exactly! Does he really think he's some Divine Doctor?"
"Eradicate it? Why don't you cure your own damn leg first, you charlatan!"
Tang Yuxiang, Tang Chuchu, and the other family members jeered relentlessly.
"What right do you have to talk about him? His limp is from defending our country!" Tang Xuewu's face flushed with anger as she pointed and yelled at the crowd.
"Sister Xuewu, it's the truth," Tang Yuxiang retorted.
"I wouldn't dare drink a crippled madman's medicinal wine," Old Master Tang remarked, turning his head slightly with a cold and arrogant expression.
The Tang family members sneered again. What a colossal joke. In their eyes, Qin Long was nothing more than a performing clown.
"May the Old Master of the Tang Family enjoy good health and prosperity!" a voice boomed from the entrance. "Wang Ming of the Wang Family presents a pair of premium Purple Guanyin statues, valued at 880,000!"
At that moment, Wang Ming strode in wearing a white Heavenly Dragon battle robe, followed by two women with elegant figures. Dressed in his white robe, Wang Ming looked like a True Dragon among men, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
"Haha, as expected of Young Master Wang! Such a grand gesture!"
"Young Master Wang, please, take the seat of honor!"
In the next second, all the Tang family members were bowing and scraping, fawning over Wang Ming with shameless servility. Meanwhile, Tang Xuewu and Qin Long were treated as if they were invisible, making the situation incredibly awkward.
Though Old Master Tang maintained his composure, he was inwardly ecstatic. Even though Wang Ming was hours late, he was still revered as a guest of honor. The Wang Family of Jiangzhong was one of the most powerful clans to have recently risen, possessing immense strength. If the Tang Family could latch onto them, the benefits would be enormous.
"Young Master Wang, I've missed you so!" Tang Chuchu's alluring eyes were filled with affection as she swayed toward him, her waist writhing like a water snake, pushing Tang Xuewu aside in the process.
But Wang Ming only had eyes for Tang Xuewu, Jiangzhong's number one beauty. Still, he couldn't just embarrass Tang Chuchu, so he gave her a faint smile before beaming and walking over to Tang Xuewu.
"Well, well, isn't it the little dragon boy?" Wang Ming said, waving a hand at Qin Long with feigned tenderness. "Have you wet the bed recently? Following Sister Xuewu to another feast, are we?" He intentionally raised his pitch on the words "wet the bed."
"I advise you to take off that battle robe and give it back to me," Qin Long said, his expression like ice as he glared at Wang Ming. "Otherwise, you might die."
Hearing this, Wang Ming leaned close to Qin Long's ear and whispered, "I refuse to take it off. What are you going to do about it? However, I am *very* interested in taking off your fiancée's clothes. Just looking at Tang Xuewu's magnificent figure… the very thought of it makes me want to shout with excitement! When the time comes, don't you worry. I'll strip her clothes off piece by piece. I'll make her scream with ecstasy and cherish her properly for you."
Having said his piece, Wang Ming quickly darted away. The memory of their last encounter was still vivid, and he didn't want to lose face in front of the woman he loved.
Qin Long's expression turned sinister. Clearly, Wang Ming has just signed his own death warrant.
"Old Master, this is just a small token of my esteem," Wang Ming said, pushing the pair of exquisite, spirit-infused Purple Guanyin statues toward the old man. They were a marvel of craftsmanship, clearly no ordinary items.
Old Master Tang was grinning from ear to ear. "Young Master Wang, I absolutely love this gift!" he exclaimed, handling the statues excitedly. This is power!
"Qin Long was a fool before, so we can let that slide," Wang Ming said, looking at Qin Long with a deliberate chuckle. "But now that he's recovered his memories, surely he didn't come unprepared, did he?"
"Young Master Wang, his birthday gift is right here." Tang Yuxiang disdainfully put on a pair of sterile gloves and passed the white porcelain bottle over.
"What is this?" Wang Ming also put on a pair of sterile gloves and examined the bottle carefully.
"This cripple, Qin Long, claims it's a fifty-year-old medicinal wine that can cure the cold poison in Grandfather's body," Tang Yuxiang scoffed, his eyes brimming with disdain.
Wang Ming deliberately poured some of the liquid into his hand and sniffed it. The next second, he smashed the white porcelain bottle on the ground and rushed to the side to wash his hands in disgust.
A wave of formless killing intent erupted from Qin Long's eyes.
"Qin Long." Tang Xuewu looked at him, her beautiful eyes gentle, warning him not to act rashly.
The icy killing intent in his eyes slowly dissipated.
Wang Ming was secretly ecstatic; he had finally found an excuse to target Qin Long. He didn't care if the medicinal wine was real, much less if the old master lived or died.
"Old Master, this isn't medicinal wine at all," Wang Ming declared. "It certainly can't cure any illness. If you drink it, I'm afraid it would be the death of you!"
"What! Qin Long actually dared to poison the Old Master?"
"That's right! Young Master Wang graduated from a prestigious medical university; he can't be wrong."
"So, Qin Long, you dared to make a move against your own grandfather?"
Seeing that he had successfully turned the crowd against Qin Long, Wang Ming was secretly overjoyed.
"There is only one bottle of this medicinal wine in existence," Qin Long stated, his eyes sweeping coldly across the Tang family.
"Still trying to argue?" Wang Ming glared at him, his gaze hostile.
Qin Long gave up, realizing it was pointless to argue with these people.
"Tang Xuewu, three years ago, you were kicked out of the Tang estate for taking care of this cripple!" Tang Chuchu stepped forward and spat, her teeth clenched. "Do you hold such a grudge that you want to poison Grandfather? How vicious can you be?"
"That's not..." Tang Xuewu began to explain hastily.
She had no idea where Qin Long had gotten a bottle of medicinal wine! She never imagined this would happen. Even though Qin Long had recovered his memory, the Tang family wouldn't miss a single chance to mock and ridicule them. She had truly hoped their opinion of him would change.
"He's a foolish cripple! Have you gone mad too?"
"Xuewu, you have disappointed your grandfather greatly!" Old Master Tang roared, pointing at Tang Xuewu before suddenly hurling a teacup at her.