As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling face. Although he didn't understand Su Cheng's intentions, since he had spoken, Ye Guichen had to nod and agree: "Fine, then I'll trouble Su Ze."
After that, nothing more was said throughout the night.
Su Cheng quickly arranged accommodations for Ye Guichen.
Around four or five in the morning, a group of Taoists arrived at Ye Guichen's residence.
They lifted a stretcher off the vehicle, and on the stretcher was the emaciated Ti'er Taoist.
Ti'er Taoist's body was blackened. Although he was still wearing his Taoist robe, his appearance inspired pity.
Seeing Ti'er in such a state, anger surged in Ye Guichen's heart.
"Ti'er, can you still hear ?" Ye Guichen stepped forward to grasp Ti'er's hand, finding it was like holding a bone, with no sensation of flesh.
Ti'er Taoist slowly opened his eyes, seemingly recognizing Ye Guichen, forcing a weak smile: "Boss, boss, I've embarrassed you."
"Nonsense!" Ye Guichen chided: "What rubbish are you talking about! Don't worry, with here, you won't die. As for the one who hard you, I'll make him regret targeting you."
Pressing down the struggling Ti'er Taoist, Ye Guichen grabbed his wrist and began to diagnose his pulse.
After a thorough examination, Ye Guichen furrowed his brows.
The opponent's thods were too ruthless.
No wonder even Ti'er Taoist was deceived.
If he guessed right, the pill given to Ti'er at the ti was indeed similar to the Innate Pill, even more complex.
However, it contained so poison, turning what could have elevated his abilities into a poison pill, one that was undetectable.
The opponent likely made the poison pill so covert because they feared Ti'er Taoist would discover it.
Even for Grandmaster Realm experts, it might have been misleading if they didn't look carefully.
"Don't worry, I'll help rejuvenate your life force first." Humans are no different from plants; if their life force dissipates, so do they.
Ti'er Taoist now lay with broken ridians, sustained only by a single breath. If not for his formidable Taoist skills, he would have perished long ago.
In such a state, healing pills couldn't be administered. Otherwise, it would accelerate his death instead of aiding him.
"Mr. Ye, about our Martial Uncle..." Yuanqing looked at Ti'er Taoist with reddened eyes, knowing the deep bond between Ti'er and Ye Guichen, feeling an inexplicable tenderness and the urge to cry.
Ye Guichen smiled and patted Yuanqing's shoulder: "It's okay, I said, with here, he won't die."
With that, he began to treat Ti'er Taoist with acupuncture.
Ti'er Taoist was so emaciated that despite Ye Guichen's skilled needlework, many hidden acupoints were hard to find.
Thus, Ye Guichen was extrely cautious. After only inserting seven needles, he was already drenched in sweat, as if he had run a marathon.
Nevertheless, Ye Guichen concentrated, showing no intention of resting. After inserting thirteen consecutive needles, he finally exhaled deeply and instructed Yuanqing: "Go prepare so white porridge and let your Martial Uncle drink it."
"White porridge?" Yuanqing couldn't believe it: "Mr. Ye, our Martial Uncle hasn't eaten for over ten days. Every ti he tries, he vomits it up, has diarrhea, he, he simply can't..."
"Trust , it'll be fine." Ye Guichen waved his hand, interrupting Yuanqing.
Though still doubtful, Yuanqing nodded and left with fellow disciples to prepare the porridge.
"Yuanqing, who is this Ye Guichen? After a few needles, can our Martial Uncle really eat again?" The Taoist who accompanied Yuanqing was apparently unfamiliar with Ye Guichen.
Yuanqing was equally puzzled: "I don't know, I've just often heard our Martial Uncle ntion Mr. Ye. Our Martial Uncle says Mr. Ye is one of the few people he admires, whether in dicine or martial arts, he's an extraordinary figure. Our Martial Uncle doesn't respect even the Sect Leader, but he speaks highly of Mr. Ye. Maybe Mr. Ye really is a deity?"
"A deity? So young, how divine could he be?" The young Taoists accompanying Yuanqing were clearly skeptical.
But tasks still needed to be done.
In less than half an hour, Yuanqing returned with a bowl of porridge, made intentionally thin to avoid upsetting Ti'er's stomach.
Ye Guichen took it, helped Ti'er Taoist to sit up, and assisted him in drinking the porridge.
Ti'er Taoist hadn't eaten in over ten days, not just from lack of appetite, but because eating was futile.
This ti, under everyone's gaze, Ti'er Taoist not only consud an entire bowl of porridge, but his body also showed no adverse reaction.
After the bowl of porridge, Ti'er's eyes gradually regained their shine.
"It's miraculous!"
"Is he really alright?"
"Martial Uncle, how do you feel?"
Yuanqing and the young Taoists excitedly asked various questions.
Though Ti'er Taoist wasn't yet able to stand on his own, his strength had clearly returned sowhat, and he expressed a hopeful tone: "I don't feel much, just a warmth in my stomach, very comfortable."
"Really?"
Unable to hold back, Yuanqing's tears stread down.
To Yuanqing, Ti'er Taoist was like a father.
Yuanqing had been an orphan since childhood and was taken to Wudang Mountain by the traveling Ti'er Taoist when he was young.
Ti'er Taoist naturally disliked taking disciples, leaving Yuanqing with his senior brothers without much care.
But every ti he returned from travels, Ti'er would bring Yuanqing treats and toys.
Yuanqing's most cherished and joyful mories were those shared with Ti'er Taoist.
Though unspoken, seeing Ti'er Taoist's haggard state felt like an extraction of Yuanqing's own heart.
Now, hearing Ti'er's words, it was undoubtedly the best news in days.
"Martial Uncle, that's wonderful, truly wonderful!"
With a thud, Yuanqing knelt before Ye Guichen: "Mr. Ye, if you can cure my Martial Uncle, I, Yuanqing, would be willing to be your servant for life."
Ye Guichen helped Yuanqing up: "Yuanqing, I don't need you as a servant. Ti'er's health is my responsibility. Moreover, I'll seek justice for him, ensuring those who dared hurt him pay with blood."
Yuanqing looked up, wiped his eyes firmly, and nodded: "Yes."
Ye Guichen said no more.
After examining Ti'er Taoist, he let him rest.
Unbeknownst to them, daylight had broken.
That night, no further unexpected events occurred.
However, news rapidly spread throughout the Southwest Region of Bai Xiaosheng and three Half-step Masters, along with a Cross Training Master, lying dead in the wilderness.
"What? Even Luo Potian is dead? And smashed to pieces at that?"
"How could this be! I heard Qiu Daoming has achieved the Half-step Master Realm in Cross Training, with skin like iron, impervious even to bullets, yet soone shattered all his bones?"
"Who's so ruthless!"
"Could it be Ye Guichen?"
"How is that possible? That kid might be strong in martial arts, but to defeat Qiu Daoming like that, it'd take a Cross-Training Master."
"Could it be a Cross Training Grandmaster beside Ye Guichen?"
Speculation abounded.
Those who originally intended to kill Ye Guichen fell silent.
In such circumstances, without understanding the experts around Ye Guichen, no one dared gamble their lives.
Even with the Innate Pill on the line, they'd need to survive to use it, wouldn't they?
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