After taking the pulse, Yan Qianhe couldn't help but complain a bit. Then she took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the fingers that had just touched the other person. She then said, "The situation is indeed not good, but it's not that bad."
What do you mean?
Li Chang'an seemed somewhat anxious, quite puzzled by Yan Qianhe's inexplicable and contradictory words.
"The poison he was poisoned wasn't too serious, but he suffered serious internal injuries. Right now, his internal energy is running around in his meridians like a headless fly, but thankfully he only forced out a few mouthfuls of blood temporarily. It's good that he didn't explode and die."
Yan Qianhe explained leisurely, his expression completely calm.
If it weren't for the fact that what she said was really serious, others would probably have thought she was just stating something trivial.
"Could it be that you've already found a way to detoxify in just a few days?"
Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an raised an eyebrow. She immediately picked out an important piece of information from Yan Qianhe's words.
But upon hearing this, Yan Qianhe waved his hand and said, "I don't have that ability. I guess he must have used some method to detoxify himself. In any case, he is no longer affected by the poison. The only thing that needs attention is his internal injury."
After hearing Yan Qianhe's words, Li Chang'an fell into deep thought.
Self-detoxification?
After thinking it over carefully, Li Chang'an suddenly remembered that after being stabbed by Feng Beichuan, this person took out a bottle of something that looked like a pill and swallowed it.
Li Chang'an immediately understood; it seemed that this must be the antidote for the three-day soul-severing ailment.
After gathering his thoughts, Li Chang'an spoke again: "Miss Yan, have you ever heard of a poison called 'Three-Day Soul-Severing Poison'?"
“Of course I’ve heard of it. This poison is recorded in an ancient book from Miao territory. I’ve read it before, but the method of preparation has long been lost. How would you know about it?”
Yan Qianhe raised an eyebrow and looked at Li Chang'an, asking, "This is a rare thing that she finds strange."
Just as Li Chang'an was about to tell Qianhe the whole story, Leng Wuxin suddenly reacted.
His face turned from red to crimson, and he was instantly drenched in sweat. The veins on his forehead and neck bulged out, looking as if they were about to burst through his skin.
"Suzaku... I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Just kill me..."
Leng Wuxin lay in Zhuque's arms and began to talk nonsense. As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed at things in all directions, looking like someone drowning and trying to save himself.
"No, senior brother, please don't think like that. You haven't wronged anyone! It'll be alright, everything will be alright..."
Seeing this, Zhuque quickly offered words of comfort, hoping to calm the other party down.
Unfortunately, Leng Wuxin was completely absorbed in his own nightmare at the moment and was unable to hear any sounds from the outside world.
"Tsk tsk tsk, could this man be your lover? If you ask me, your taste in men is rather poor. Why would you abandon our perfectly good Cangyun and pick up such a cheap man?"
As Yan Qianhe spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Leng Wuxin again, then exchanged a glance with Cang Yun, and shook his head.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Let me tell you, don't try to fool me!"
Upon hearing this, Cang Yun frowned, his face turning red and then pale. As he spoke, he glared at Yan Qianhe with a displeased expression.
Li Chang'an, watching from the side, couldn't help but feel speechless. Then she wondered if she should step forward and say something to calm things down.
But at that moment, Feng Beichuan stepped forward first, frowning slightly as he spoke: "Ahem, what time is it? You still have the mind to spout nonsense? Hurry up and think of a way to save people, stop talking such useless things!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Qianhe couldn't help but purse her lips, and then retorted, "I was just saying it casually to lighten the mood. Why are you all taking it so seriously?"
After saying that, she reached out and sealed several acupoints on Leng Wuxin's body. As soon as she did that, the man calmed down from his agitation.
Afterwards, Yan Qianhe stopped joking around with everyone and instead said seriously, "His blood and qi are currently flowing in reverse. The fastest way to treat him is to directly seal his meridians and destroy his internal energy. However, this method is a bit too cruel for a martial artist. You can discuss it yourselves. If there are no objections, then I will proceed."
Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an frowned slightly, then hesitated before asking, "Is this the only method?"
According to what Zhuque had told us before, Leng Wuxin's cultivation had been crippled before he was expelled from the sect. If his internal energy were also crippled now, even if he survived, he would be no different from a cripple.
Yan Qianhe shrugged and said helplessly, "Yes, but it depends on who among you is willing to make a sacrifice."
What do you mean?
Seeing Yan Qianhe's appearance, Li Chang'an's tone involuntarily became serious.
"One person for one person."
Yan Qianhe spoke calmly.
"After we destroy his internal energy, we'll see who among you is willing to give him their own internal energy."
Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.
As a martial arts practitioner, one must begin rigorous training from a young age to solidify one's foundation.
Learning martial arts is not easy, and cultivating internal energy is even more difficult. However, without the support of internal energy, even the most exquisite martial arts and sword techniques are nothing more than fancy moves.
They might be invincible in front of ordinary people, but once they encounter other martial artists with profound internal strength, they become vulnerable.
When masters clash, they often rely more on their inner strength.
Following Yan Qianhe's method would be tantamount to handing over all the hard work he had put in to someone else.
"What kind of terrible idea is this? Transferring your inner strength to him is a joke! In my opinion, crippling his cultivation isn't a bad thing, so he won't help the Dark Night Pavilion do those shady things!"
Cangyun was the first to stand up and express his opposition.
Actually, he had been holding back for a long time. From the very beginning, he was reluctant to save that troublesome guy. Later, he finally convinced himself to reluctantly accept saving the man's life. But now, hearing that such a cruel method was to be used, the anger in his heart suddenly flared up.
One person for another.
On what grounds?
Cangyun felt that it was already very merciful of them to spare that guy's life.
Of course, he could only think these things to himself quietly.
Just thinking about it is enough to make one angry.
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