Chapter 111: Chapter 102: Ability The news of the market incident spread quickly. Su Lin had just stepped out of the market when Su Can, Su Qi, and the key members of the second team pulled him into Gouhuo Tavern. The atmosphere was heavy, as if they were conducting a "three-way interrogation" against Su Lin. "...That’s how it all happened." Su Lin clearly recounted the details, including the transaction with Song Yiren, finally saying: "In a moment of urgency, I thought of the cooperation intent already established with Miss Song, and took advantage of the situation to shift focus and cover up the trouble Hou Yong caused." Su Can, Su Qi, Liu Jun, and the others remained silent, their gazes not focused on Su Lin but turning unanimously towards Song Yiren, seated calmly. Su Can took a deep breath, his voice carrying a barely noticeable tremor, directly addressing the core issue: "Miss Song, the Snakehead Ground Daisy... is it truly in your possession?" The hope of an antidote being within reach was a relief for the elderly man who had suffered from the poison for a long time. Song Yiren sat elegantly at the bar, a fittingly gentle smile on her lips: "How could I dare deceive in this matter? The herb is currently looked after by the troupe." She glanced at her sister, engrossed in her battle with the braised pork: "If there are any doubts, my sister can retrieve it for inspection immediately." With oil on her face, Song Yiyi innocently blinked, having been called out. "Then I’ll have to trouble you." Su Qi responded without reservation. When it comes to Old Su’s life, there’s no room for courtesy. Song Yiren chuckled, casting a glance at Su Lin that seemed to say: you and your uncle resemble each other quite a bit in your unceremonious manner. Song Yiyi reluctantly put down her chopsticks and hurried off. During the waiting period, Su Qi looked at his nephew, his eyes full of approval: "Quick thinking. If Zhang Shuo were to seize this opportunity to make trouble, the consequences would be hard to imagine." "Just going with the flow." Su Lin didn’t claim credit, "The infamous Black Scale is hated by all." He then turned to Song Yiren, speaking sincerely: "It’s also thanks to Miss Song’s promise of cooperation that gave me the courage to declare war publicly. Su Lin is grateful." Song Yiren, hearing this, curved her lips in a somewhat playful smile: "Oh? Is Young Master Lin thanking me?" She lifted her sleeve elegantly, a hint of teasing in her voice: "Although the initiative to deal with Black Scale was mine, Young Master Lin pushed me to the forefront at the market without hesitation. Shouldn’t there also be some extra compensation for me?" Her words carried a half-teasing tone, causing the surrounding gazes to shift subtly between the two, the atmosphere tinged with a slight hint of intrigue. Su Lin was long accustomed to her changing styles, remaining composed: "What kind of compensation is Miss Song seeking?" "Shouldn’t the sincerity come from Young Master Lin’s careful consideration?" Song Yiren skillfully turned the question back to him. "Of course." Su Lin nodded, "However, I know little of Miss Song, fearing I might be presumptuous." "Hehe~" Song Yiren chuckled, "That’s alright. Young Master Lin can learn more about me slowly and then make plans." "Slowly?" Su Lin raised an eyebrow, "Is Miss Song planning to stay long in Wuyin Village?" "Guess~" Song Yiren’s eyes twinkled, leaving a tantalizing note. Their seemingly casual banter hid underlying cunning. Su Qi and Su Can exchanged a glance, understanding the subtlety, sensing that this Song Family girl had a keen mind but seemed to have an unusual interest in Linzi. Not long after, Song Yiyi returned with a small wooden box. "Here, the thing you wanted." She casually placed the box on the bar and quickly returned to her braised pork. Heaven knows how long she hadn’t tasted the flavor of meat! Su Can almost sprang forward, his hand trembling slightly as he grasped the box. He took a deep breath and suddenly lifted the lid. Inside the box, lined with soft velvet, lay an oddly shaped herb quietly. The shape of "丁", a long, slender stem of about forty to fifty centimeters, with purple-blue flowers resembling a cobra’s head, distinctive in features. "No doubt! It’s the Snakehead Ground Daisy!" Liu Jun, an expert in pharmacology, confirmed without hesitation. A burst of ecstatic light exploded in everyone’s eyes. Su Lin looked eagerly at Song Yiren: "Miss Song, you promised earlier that you would hand over this herb to the Su Family in advance, does that still hold?" "It certainly does." Song Yiren’s smile remained radiant, "It’s yours now." Su Lin gave her a deep, earnest bow: "Thank you!" "Young Master Lin is too polite." Song Yiren slightly bowed, "Just remember that you owe me a guiding role." "At Miss Song’s command anytime." Su Lin agreed. "Very well." Song Yiren nodded in satisfaction, "Since the item has reached its rightful owner, I shall bid farewell first." She spoke and took her reluctant sister, gracefully leaving. Watching the sisters disappear at the door, the tavern fell silent for a moment. "Did it just... arrive in our hands like that?" Liu Jun smacked his lips in disbelief. Zheng Weimin, who had been silent, nodded quietly, also finding it too smooth. "Who cares what medicine she’s selling in her gourd!" Old Su’s eyes were fixed solely on the life-saving herb, holding the box, his voice trembling with excitement: "Once this poison is cured, anything is possible! I’ll go back and refine the medicine first!" Before the words were finished, he was already rushing out of the tavern like a gust of wind. Su Qi stood up and spoke to everyone: "The troupe will stay for three more days, the blueprint auction is on the last day. If Old Su can detoxify a day earlier, it’ll give us more initiative. As for Black Scale..." His eyes flashed coldly. "Zhou Song already fell to Linzi’s hands, they now have only three Tendon Locks left. Once Old Su recovers, combined with our current strength, flattening Black Scale will be a breeze!" Liu Jun and others nodded in agreement. "Even so, we can’t be careless." Su Qi added: "Immediately send someone to closely monitor Zhong Wubin, prevent him from lashing out in desperation." After making arrangements, his stern gaze suddenly focused on Su Lin: "Linzi, let’s go back too." His tone was serious and urgent: "I have something to ask you." Ever since hearing Su Lin talk about cutting down the three rifle shots fired by Hou Yong at the market, this question had gripped him. Strange mental flow, Three Blades in an Instant, hacking down consecutive rifle bullets... Except for "Ability," it doesn’t make sense otherwise! But Su Lin hasn’t even unlocked his energy yet, where does the "Ability" come from?! He had only recently unsealed the Tendon Lock, how could he have acquired "Ability" at this time?! Thinking of this, Su Qi’s mood was as impatient as Old Su’s, pulling Su Lin’s wrist and rushing away. Leaving Liu Jun and Zheng Weimin looking at each other. "...Just leaving all this mess to me, huh?" Liu Jun scratched his head.