Peerless Sword Cultivator, Turned into a Medicinal Human by His Fiancée from the Start

"As long as I drain you dry, this medicinal cauldron, I can enhance my aptitude and become a dazzling prodigy. It is a blessing from your previous life to die under a peony tonight..."

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Chapter 335 Healing

“Ma Rou, don’t you understand yet? It was me who used my divine sense to control chopsticks and beat Qian Siyu and his gang of scoundrels so badly. I’m not the useless person I used to be. With my extraordinary abilities, how could I be afraid of a mere Qian family? That so-called Commander Qian Qiang of the Demon Suppression Division is nothing but a chicken and a dog in my eyes!”

Fang Han's gaze was gentle, and he tenderly stroked Ma Rou's head with affection. His tone was firm yet warm: "Don't worry. Now that I've come to Tianyuan County and know about this matter, I will never allow anyone to bully you in the slightest."

However, at that moment, a man dressed as a shop assistant rushed out in a hurry and went straight to Ma Kun and Ma Rou. He said urgently, "Young master, something terrible has happened! When the master heard that Qian Siyu dared to come and snatch the young lady, he was so angry that he vomited blood. You must go in and see what's going on!"

"Brother, let's hurry inside and see Father!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Rou became extremely anxious, her eyes reddening. She quickly grabbed Ma Kun's sleeve, her voice trembling with tears.

The brother and sister exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they started walking together, preparing to hurry to the inner hall.

Seeing this, Fang Han followed without hesitation, wanting to visit as well.

"Hmph, none of you are getting away!"

Seeing this, Qian Siyu sneered and then ordered his men in a stern voice, "You guys, go and block up the back door of this shop tightly. Don't let Fang Han and the Ma family escape!"

Upon hearing this, his four or five skilled men, though pale from their previous injuries, endured the pain and gripped their weapons tightly with their left hands. They filed out of the shop's main entrance and headed straight for the back door, intending to trap Fang Han and the others inside.

"I'm not running away today. Once your reinforcements arrive, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Fang Han turned around, said something to Qian Siyu, then turned around and strode into the inner hall with Ma Kun and Ma Rou.

“Fang Han, I’m really happy that you stood up for my sister. It shows that you truly consider me a brother and Ma Rou a sister. This is a testament to our friendship from back then. But I also consider you my brother, and I don’t want you to be in danger because of this. If it weren’t for my father’s serious illness preventing me from traveling far, I would have already fled Tianyuan County with my family after that bastard Qian Siyu targeted my sister. Now that the Qian family’s reinforcements haven’t arrived yet, you should take this opportunity to leave quickly and don’t worry about us.”

As soon as Ma Kun entered the inner room, he anxiously spoke to Fang Han.

“Ma Kun, don’t worry. With my current strength, the Qian family is nothing but ants in my eyes, and I can easily wipe them out. Moreover, your father’s illness is nothing more than a matter of lifting a finger for me; I can cure it in the blink of an eye.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Han sighed softly, his tone carrying a mixture of helplessness and confidence, "I'm not one to make empty promises, you should trust me."

"Fang Han, four years ago, I heard that you had become mentally impaired, and I was very saddened. Now it seems that your illness is not completely cured."

Upon hearing this, Ma Kun sighed helplessly, his eyes filled with worry.

"Ma Kun, are you cursing me?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Han deliberately feigned displeasure, but a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Soon, led by the shop assistant, Ma Kun, Ma Rou, and Fang Han hurriedly entered a bedroom deep inside the main hall.

In the bedroom, on an old-fashioned wooden bed, lay a man who was not yet fifty years old. His face was as pale as paper, and his breath was weak, clearly indicating that he was seriously ill.

Beside the bed, a middle-aged woman, around forty years old, with a haggard face and eyes full of anxiety and helplessness, was keeping a close watch on her.

Before the bed, a pool of shocking black blood silently testified to the severity of the owner's illness.

The man lying on the bed was Ma Kun and Ma Rou's father, Ma Guyuan, and the woman was their mother, Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan has become much thinner than she did a few years ago, but some charm can still be seen in her eyebrows and figure.

"Father, how are you feeling? Look, who came to see you?"

Ma Kun strode forward and called out softly, his voice full of concern.

"Fang Han...you...you're cured? I...I can't believe I can see you again, it's...it's wonderful."

Ma Guyuan was originally like a candle flickering in the wind, lifeless, but when he saw Fang Han, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he struggled to sit up from the bed.

"Uncle Ma, please don't move. Let me take a look at your illness."

Fang Han quickly stepped forward, sat down on the edge of the bed, gently supported Ma Guyuan, and placed one hand firmly on his pulse point.

A surge of powerful yet gentle true energy flowed from Fang Han's palm, instantly entering Ma Guyuan's body and beginning to carefully examine his physical condition.

Although Ma Guyuan had also practiced some techniques, he only succeeded in tempering his body and was only a beginner-level martial artist. His cultivation was even lower than that of his son, Ma Kun, who was now a mid-level martial artist.

In contrast, Fang Han is now a master in the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, with unparalleled divine sense. In just an instant, he could clearly understand Ma Guyuan's condition.

“Brother, don’t waste your energy. I’ve already consulted many famous doctors to treat Father, but they’ve all been helpless. One doctor said that to cure Father’s illness, we need a precious Creation Pill. But even if the Ma family were to go bankrupt and sell all our assets, the money we could raise would be far less than one percent of the value of a Creation Pill. You should spend more time talking to Father. He’s been thinking about you a lot these past few years.”

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