168: C168 Blood Reformation

C168 Blood Reformation

"Little brother, you really can save me!"

Chung Wennian stood up with incomparable excitement. Although he said that he would leave it up to the heavens, at this critical moment, there was no one who didn't want to live.

"As long as you can save my father, I will be your slave, and even the entire Chungheng Group will be yours!"

Chung Chengfeng hastily added.

Yang Xuan smiled and teased, "You guys have given me everything. Aren't you afraid that you will end up on the streets in the future and live a simple life?"

Chung Chengfeng said seriously, "As long as my father is safe and sound, we can be together. Not to mention simple meals, we can even beg for food!"

Yang Xuan secretly nodded his head. It seemed that Chung Chengfeng was different from most of the rich kids. He was also a filial son.

"Elder Chung, can I borrow your hand?" Yang Xuan asked.

Chung Wennian quickly stretched out his hand. Yang Xuan grabbed the wrist of the man and glanced at it. Then he made a move that no one expected.

Pa!

Yang Xuan suddenly crushed a teacup, picked up a piece of glass, and cut a bloody wound on Chung Wennian's wrist.

This cut was especially deep, and it even cut open the blood vessels, causing blood to flow out immediately.

"What do you want!?"

Chung Chengfeng reacted and picked up the urn on the table, ready to throw it at Yang Xuan.

"Young master, please calm down!"

The soldier stopped him and said lightly, "If he wants our lives, there are countless ways."

Chung Chengfeng was stunned for a moment before he realized what the soldier said made sense. If this person wanted to take their lives, it would not be so troublesome.

"If you don't want your father to die, just stay by the side."

Yang Xuan said impatiently. Seeing Chung Wennian's painful expression, he said faintly, "Elder Chung, don't panic. In order to remove the Profound Poison from your body, you need to cut open your blood vessels and release some of the poison."

Chung Wennian's wrist was in pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "I will listen to you."

Chung Chengfeng was secretly worried. Although he knew that this person wasn't trying to harm his father, he still felt nervous when he heard the treatment method.

He summoned up his courage and said, "But if the blood is put down like this, even if the poison is removed, my father still needs to bleed so much. I have to... "

"If you don't want your father to treat his illness, then continue with the nonsense."

Yang Xuan said impatiently. The soldier beside him secretly pulled Chung Chengfeng's arm, signaling him not to make a sound.

Although the soldier was not a cultivator, he was a top expert among ordinary people. He was only one step away from the realm of cultivation, but he was stuck at a bottleneck and could not break through.

Therefore, he knew more about the strength of a cultivator than Chung Chengfeng. He knew that there must be a reason for this person in front of him to do so.

As more and more blood was lost, Chung Wennian's face began to turn pale. He was completely exhausted. If it wasn't for Chung Chengfeng supporting him by the side, he wouldn't even have the strength to sit.

Chung Chengfeng looked at his father's condition and became more and more anxious. If the blood continued to flow out like this, his father would have died from excessive blood loss.

Just as he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to continue speaking, Yang Xuan suddenly made an unimaginable move.

He picked up a piece of glass and cut a bloody wound on his wrist, then stuck the wound to Chung Wennian's wound.

Then Yang Xuan put his fingers together with his other hand. With a serious expression, he dug at an acupuncture point in his heart.1

A few seconds later, Chung Wennian's face slowly recovered the color of blood and he had the strength to speak again. He quickly said in surprise, "Little brother, you can't do it!"

He could clearly feel the blood flowing into his body from the wound on his wrist.

"Don't speak, or all your previous efforts will be in vain!"

Yang Xuan's expression became extremely ugly, and his forehead was full of beads of cold sweat.

After a while, when Chung Wennian's face was completely normal, Yang Xuan quickly moved his wrist away and pressed a few acupuncture points on his opponent's body. The blood on Chung Wennian's wrist immediately stopped.

"Can you feel that the poison in your body has been completely detoxified?" Yang Xuan held his wrist and said.

Chung Wennian closed his eyes and stood up to move his body. He looked happy. "My illness is cured!"

Hearing this, Chung Chengfeng was very excited. "Father, is this true?"

"Really, my illness is cured!"

Both father and son were extremely excited. After that, they turned around and looked at Yang Xuan. Both father and son knelt down on the ground in unison, "Little brother, my Jiang family will never forget your life-saving grace!"

Chung Chengfeng looked at the pale face of Yang Xuan, and said guiltily, "If you wanted to give me a blood transfusion just now, just give me a blood transfusion, how could you hurt your own body..."

"What's the use of losing your blood!?"

Yang Xuan had just lost a lot of blood to Chung Wennian. His face was also a little pale. He held his wrist and said, "If it was that simple to get someone's blood to exchange for it, then today's matter wouldn't have happened."

"It wasn't me who took credit for you guys. Today, you guys were just lucky and happened to meet me. Otherwise, even the deities wouldn't be able to help you guys."

What he said was the truth. Yang Xuan had a special physique, a pure Yang body. His blood was immune to all kinds of poisons, and it could cure all kinds of strange poisons in the world.

In addition, he was also an extremely powerful martial artist. He used his pure inner energy to refine his blood. Only then could he cure the mysterious poison in Chung Wennian's body.

If it were someone else, no matter how high their cultivation was, without such a special physique, they could only stare blankly.

"Benefactor, from now on, I, Chung Wennian will have everything. Including my Chungheng Group, all of them are given to our saviors. Although this is nothing in my benefactor's eyes, it is still a token of my appreciation. Benefactor, please don't decline!"

Chung Wennian said sincerely.

"You two can get up and talk first."

Yang Xuan sighed lightly. In his heart, he quite admired this father and son pair. Whether it was moral character or other aspects, they were very upright and knew how to be grateful. They were completely different from those businessmen who were narrow-minded all day long.

"You can keep the company for yourself. I don't lack that thing. I saved you today because I think you guys are not bad. In the future, do more public benefits. Consider it the greatest feedback to me."

Chung Wennian stood up and did not continue to insist. He said sincerely, "No matter what, you are my savior. In the future, as long as my savior is useful to me, this old man, I will definitely not refuse it!"

"Let's talk about it later. Go back and rest for a few days. I still have something to do, so I'll be leaving first."

Yang Xuan waved his hand, then picked up the black stone on the table and left without looking back.

Chung Wennian bowed ninety degrees respectfully. He only straightened his body after the figure disappeared from the door for a long time.

He gave a long sigh and said, "Saving my life, I will definitely do my best to repay it!"

"Old sir."

The soldier beside him suddenly said, "This time, I'm afraid it's not as simple as saving my life. That brother just now paid a huge price for you."

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