"Huang Dingbang, don't go too far!" Jiao Shiniang said.

"You can disagree, I'm not forcing you." Huang Dingbang spread his hands, "Today in Mr. Shen's territory, everyone is reasonable. I, Huang, am the most reasonable. Anyway, do you want the ancestral tomb or your father's life? It's your choice."

Indeed, in this matter, although Huang Dingbang acted very unkindly, those present, such as Shen Bingyuan, Xu Tong, Feng Tianming and others, looked down on him.

But there was nothing wrong with what the other person said, so he did not force her, but let Jiao Shiniang make her own choice.

So even though Shen Bingyuan was the host here, he couldn't say anything.

"Shi Niang, you can't agree to this." said the old man surnamed Liao.

"But my father's illness..."

"Shi Niang, even if you sacrificed yourself to save the master's life, if the master knew that the ancestral tomb was gone and you were bullied by the bastard surnamed Huang, he would be so angry that he would die."

Jiao Shiniang looked hesitant.

Huang Dingbang glanced at Taoist Qingxuan.

Taoist Qingxuan immediately understood and raised his hand to cover the box containing the Kunlun grass.

"Since you don't want it, forget it."

"Wait a minute..." Jiao Shiniang stretched out her hand, wanting to stop him, but hesitated and retracted her hand.

Huang Dingbang looked at her with some pride and said, "Shi Niang, why bother? The grave can be moved, but your father only has one life. There is no place to move it. Once a person dies, there is no more."

Jiao Shiniang's chest heaved violently, and her heavy breathing showed her inner torment.

After a long while, she said, "Okay, I promise you."

Huang Dingbang smiled and said, "It should have been done a long time ago."

"Shi Niang..." The old man surnamed Liao wanted to persuade her again.

Jiao Shiniang showed a resolute look on her face. She shook her head and said, "Uncle Liao, I have made up my mind. Please don't persuade me anymore. I just hope that my father won't know about this. As for the relocation of the grave, I will need Uncle Liao's help to choose a good place so that the ancestors of the Jiao family will not rest in peace in the underground."

The old man surnamed Liao was horrified and looked very sad, and he let out a long sigh.

Huang Dingbang said to Shen Bingyuan: "Master Shen, prepare the contract."

Shen Bingyuan was also helpless. This incident happened here and it would not be good if it got out, but both families agreed, so he had nothing to say.

Just as I was about to ask someone to draft a contract, I suddenly heard someone say:

“Wait!”

The person who spoke was Li Muchen.

People's eyes were focused on him.

"Mr. Li, do you have anything to say?" Shen Bingyuan asked.

"To save people, you don't necessarily have to use Kunlun grass," said Li Muchen.

Jiao Shiniang was stunned, and the old man surnamed Liao immediately showed joy on his face.

"Shi Niang, how could I have forgotten this! This Master Li is from the lineage of the Medical Saint. Let's invite Master Li back. He will definitely be able to cure the master's illness!"