"Haha, a brat still wet behind the ears dares to ask for 100 million. How ridiculous! Do you know how much 100 million is? It's enough to crush you to death!"
Fang Leiwu said with a sarcastic sneer.
"Boy, are you questioning our Saint's ability? I tell you, there is no disease in this world that our Saint cannot cure!"
"Kneel at the door and wait for our Saint to come out!"
A man named Nanqing behind Saint Ziyi looked arrogant and said to Chu Jinghong with disdain.
“Bang!”
Chu Jinghong slapped the young man in the face. "Did I give you face? Why are you yelling here? You make me kneel at the door and wait. Do you think you are worthy?"
"If you dare to hit me, I'll kill you!"
The young man covered his face, glared at Chu Jinghong furiously, and punched Chu Jinghong in the face viciously.
Chu Jinghong blocked the young man's fist with one hand and kicked him hard in the waist and abdomen with a whip kick.
“Ahhh…”
The young man fell to the ground, sweat pouring down his forehead from the pain. He lay on the ground staring at Chu Jinghong in shock and anger, "You... who are you?!"
"I am your uncle." Chu Jinghong said lightly.
"You're looking for death!"
The young man struggled to get up and wanted to attack Chu Jinghong.
"stop!"
Saint Ziyi finally spoke, her beautiful eyes glancing coldly at Chu Jinghong, and then she said, "Jingyi, you are no match for him. Don't cause trouble. Wait for me at the door."
"yes!"
The young man gritted his teeth and said unwillingly.
Saint Ziyi entered Mr. Fang's room. The rest of the people were waiting outside. The young man Lin Jingyi who was beaten turned pale and blue in the face.
"Boy, if you offend our Wansheng Sect, you are dead!" Lin Jingyi said viciously.
"Damn, you're so stubborn. You still don't accept it, right?" Chu Jinghong raised his hand and said with a playful sneer.
"you……"
Lin Jingyi gritted his teeth, but did not dare to show off, for fear that Chu Jinghong would slap him.
After a few minutes, Saint Ziyi, who had just entered, walked out with a grim expression on her face, and Fang Leiwu's face was even more gloomy, as if water was about to drip out of it.
"Saintess, is he healed? I knew it would be cured as long as the people from the Wansheng Sect took action!"
Lin Jingyi licked his face and said with anticipation.
"This..." Saint Ziyi's face was solemn and she shook her head.
"Saint, what's going on? Could it be that the old man of the Fang family..." Lin Jingyi said in surprise.
"I'm powerless to save Mr. Fang's condition. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. Even if a god came, it would be useless."
Saint Ziyi sighed and said.
"grandfather!"
Fang Tianyu shouted in shock.
"Well, Saint Ziyi is powerless, so your grandfather is really powerless to save the situation." Fang Leiwu said with a sigh.
"One hundred million is enough to keep a person alive. It depends on whether you are willing or not." Chu Jinghong said calmly.
"Mr. Chu, I'll pay 100 million. As long as you can cure my grandfather, 200 million or 300 million is fine, no problem!" Fang Tianyu said excitedly.
"Tianyu, don't believe this man's nonsense. Even Saint Ziyi can't cure it, so what can he do?" Fang Leiwu said disdainfully.
"Second uncle, Mr. Chu is recommended by the daughter of the Yao family in Dijing after all, so I might as well let Mr. Chu try." After Fang Tianyu finished speaking, he personally opened the door and invited Chu Jinghong in.
Chu Jinghong walked in, and Saint Ziyi followed him in.
Chu Jinghong glanced at Saint Ziyi and said calmly, "Beautiful lady, let me borrow your golden needle. I'll return it to you in a moment."
"Boy, who do you think you are? Are you worthy enough to use our saint's golden needles to treat other people's illnesses? Don't you even have the tools? This is ridiculous!" Lin Jingyi laughed sarcastically.
"You can use it."
Saint Ziyi didn't care at all and gave the golden needle she carried with her to Chu Jinghong.
Chu Jinghong ignored everyone's gaze, picked up the golden needle and started to prick the old man of the Fang family.
Chu Jinghong's acupuncture speed was very fast. In just a few minutes, a hundred golden needles were already on Mr. Fang's body.
"You... why do you use so many golden needles?!" Fang Leiwu's face was gloomy. He was simply treating his father like a hedgehog.
"Wait, this is... the Beidou Xuanhun Needle Technique?!" Saint Ziyi exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh, you really deserve to be the saint. You can see this. It's not bad." Chu Jinghong said with a playful smile.
"The Beidou Xuanhun acupuncture technique has been lost for over a hundred years. I didn't expect that you could actually use it. You can teach me this set of formations, and you can set the conditions." Saint Ziyi said firmly.
Chu Jinghong ignored Saint Ziyi and directly placed the last needle.
The next moment, the old man of the Fang family, whose face was as pale as paper, suddenly opened his eyes and gasped, "Am I... am I still alive? Am I not dead?!"
"Grandpa!!!" Fang Tianyu shouted in shock.
"This...how is this possible?!" Fang Leiwu was also shocked and looked at Chu Jinghong in disbelief.
“Alive?!”
Lin Jingyi's eyes widened, and cold air rushed into his mouth.
Saint Ziyi was the only one who remained calm. She fixed Chu Jinghong with her beautiful eyes, "Please make one condition. I will agree to it no matter what it is!"
"Do you really want to learn?" Chu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and looked at Saint Ziyi.
"At any cost!" Saint Ziyi said seriously.
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