“Your Highness, you are mistaken. Qiao Qianshan’s body will not only be fully restored, but his aptitude will also be improved. I can guarantee that he will be able to cultivate to at least the Yuan Dan Realm, or even the Ling Tai Realm, Ling Ying Realm, and Ling Wang Realm in the future.”
Just then, Fang Han, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
His voice was steady and firm, as if carrying an undeniable power that echoed in the air.
Upon hearing this, the carefree king's brows furrowed instantly, his displeasure evident.
His gaze was sharp as a sword as he coldly swept over Fang Han, his tone laced with mockery: "So you're Fang Han? Although you killed scum like Meng Kai and Yang Wenguang, rendering meritorious service to the sect, don't spout such boastful nonsense. I, the sect master, am only at the mid-stage of the Yuan Dan realm, and it's uncertain whether I'll even be able to break through to the Ling Tai realm in my lifetime, let alone Qiao Qianshan reaching the Ling Wang realm. The Ling Wang realm—that's a legendary existence, not something so easily attained!"
Before Fang Han could speak, Xiang Wantang interjected, "Your Highness, Brother Fang Han isn't just bragging. He really can cure Qiao Qianshan and even modify his body. His medical skills and methods are far beyond your imagination."
The carefree king was suddenly startled, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He knew his uncle Xiang Wantang well; he was always calm and composed and would not easily praise others.
Now that she is so supportive of Fang Han and even calls him "little brother," he has to re-evaluate Fang Han.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked Fang Han up and down, and then said, "Uncle-Master, is Fang Han really that powerful? I admit I couldn't do that. Then I'd like to witness Fang Han's amazing skills."
Originally, he intended to continue mocking Fang Han, but out of consideration for Xiang Wantang, he restrained himself somewhat.
However, a hint of doubt still lingered in his eyes.
After all, Fang Han is only twenty years old. In the eyes of the Carefree King, even if he has some talent, how could he possibly have such profound skills?
He found it hard to believe that Fang Han could completely cure Qiao Qianshan and even turn him into a cultivation genius.
"Your Highness, today I will show you my true abilities, and let you know that things in this world are not as limited as you think."
Fang Han said calmly.
"Alright, I hope I can really broaden my horizons today and see just how amazing your abilities are."
The carefree king's tone carried a hint of provocation and skepticism.
He had previously investigated Fang Han's cultivation level and found that Fang Han's realm was only the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Although Fang Han is a genius among geniuses in the cultivation world for reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm at such a young age, he, the Carefree King, has been cultivating for more than two hundred years, experiencing countless trials and tribulations and witnessing countless extraordinary people and events. How could Fang Han easily compare to him?
In his view, if he himself couldn't do it, how could a greenhorn like Fang Han possibly do it?
"Old Joe, sit down cross-legged, focus your mind on your dantian, relax your body and mind, and do not resist my true energy."
Fang Han ignored the Carefree King and turned to Qiao Qianshan, giving instructions in a gentle and calm tone.
Qiao Qianshan nodded slightly, his eyes full of trust and expectation, and sat down slowly on a futon inside Xiang Wantang's cave as instructed.
He took a deep breath, regulated his breathing, and gradually calmed his mind, focusing his attention on his dantian (lower abdomen) to prepare for treatment.
"This is a pill I refined myself, called the 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill,' which has the miraculous effect of activating the meridians and nourishing qi and blood."
As Fang Han spoke, he took out a delicate little jade bottle from his bosom, gently opened the cap, and a rich medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air.
He poured out a pill that shone with a lustrous sheen and handed it to Qiao Qianshan.
Qiao Qianshan took the pill without hesitation, put it in his mouth, and felt a warm current slowly flow down his throat, instantly spreading throughout his body.
Then, Fang Han's expression hardened, and he began to circulate his internal energy.
He quickly formed hand seals and unleashed his unique secret technique, the Harmonious Melody of Qin and Se. In an instant, true energy surged out like a tide, flowing slowly into Qiao Qianshan's body through his palms.
After his true energy entered Qiao Qianshan's body, it was like a lively stream, turning into a trickle that flowed slowly through Qiao Qianshan's damaged meridians.
Wherever the true energy reaches, the meridians seem to receive timely rain after a long drought, greedily absorbing the energy within and continuously being nourished and repaired.
Furthermore, with the "Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill" gradually taking effect in his body, the medicinal power and true qi fused together, complementing each other, making Qiao Qianshan's injury repair twice as effective with half the effort.
As time passed, Qiao Qianshan felt the pain in his meridians gradually ease, and an unprecedented feeling of comfort spread throughout his body.
In a short time, Qiao Qianshan's meridians were completely repaired. Not only that, his meridians were also widened, becoming more resilient and unobstructed, as if a narrow and rugged path had been widened into a broad and flat avenue.
At the same time, his body was also cleansed and purified, and impurities and toxins in his body were constantly expelled through sweat.
Qiao Qianshan was worried that he might not be able to fully recover, and his heart was full of anxiety and unease.
But soon, he felt a wonderful change in his body, and that long-lost vitality returned to him.
His trust in Fang Han deepened, and he focused his mind on his dantian, fully cooperating with Fang Han's treatment without daring to slack off in the slightest.
An hour later, Fang Han slowly stopped practicing his internal energy.
At this moment, Qiao Qianshan's body was covered in a large amount of black sweat. The black sweat was extremely foul-smelling and emitted a pungent odor, as if the toxins and impurities accumulated in his body over the years were being expelled.
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