286: Qi and Blood Juice

"This, what's going on?"

After being diluted, the qi and blood fruit was easily absorbed by Chen Fugui, who looked at his much younger self with a face full of surprise.

If he walked outside, people would think he and Chen Heng were brothers.

"No wonder I have such a good appearance; it turns out the foundation was here all along."

Chen Heng rubbed his chin, looking at the unbelievably handsome Chen Fugui in front of him, and muttered.

He had always thought Chen Fugui won over his birth mother with his wealth, but it turned out he did it with a handsome face *and* wealth.

"Son, what exactly is going on?"

Chen Fugui touched the toned muscles on his body, staring blankly at Chen Heng.

"Nothing much, just consider it me giving you a portion of my Qi and blood."

Chen Heng waved his hand dismissively.

That bit of Qi and blood was indeed worthless; even if consumed, it would recover in just a few minutes.

Of course, this was for Chen Heng; a few hundred points of Qi and blood would already be fatal for an ordinary Martial Artist.

"How can that be!" To his surprise, Chen Fugui immediately grabbed Chen Heng's wrist and shouted angrily.

"Although your father is not a Martial Artist, I know how hard-won Qi and blood is. How can you give your Qi and blood to an old man like me!"

"Quickly take back your Qi and blood; your father doesn't need it!"

"..." Chen Heng looked at the furious Chen Fugui, unsure what to say.

Indeed, in their eyes, every trace of Qi and blood was hard-won and would absolutely not, and could not, be given to others.

Chen Fugui's mind had already imagined how much Chen Heng had sacrificed to give him Qi and blood.

"It's fine, Father." Chen Heng patted Chen Fugui's hand.

"This bit of Qi and blood is just a drop in the ocean for your son, don't worry."

Saying that, Chen Heng released his millions of Qi and blood.

In an instant, the entire room was filled with a violent and scorching Qi and blood.

Chen Fugui stared at Chen Heng, dumbfounded.

Ever since he had Qi and blood in his body, he had a very intuitive understanding of it.

The Qi and blood his son was now erupting was at least ten thousand times his own.

"Alright, after I'm done here, I still need to give some to Tianer."

Retrieving his Qi and blood, leaving the stunned Chen Fugui alone in the bedroom, Chen Heng walked towards Aunt Jing's small courtyard.

"My son is really that amazing..."

...Arriving at Aunt Jing's small courtyard, Chen Heng knocked on the courtyard door and walked straight in.

As soon as Chen Heng walked in, he heard that Little Bald Donkey Hui Che lecturing Jing Fan on Buddhism.

"Go, go, go, you go out first." Chen Heng grabbed Hui Che's bald head and threw him out.

"Aunt Jing, where's Tianer?" Chen Heng placed two cups of reddish qi and blood fruit juice on the table and asked.

"Tianer! Your Brother Heng is here to see you!" Jing Fan shouted towards the back of the courtyard.

"Coming, coming!" The sound of pattering footsteps came, and Chen Tianer, bundled up like a bun, ran over from the back.

"Brother Heng!" The Little Girl sweetly opened her small arms towards Chen Heng, signaling him to pick her up.

"Good Tianer." Chen Heng scooped up Chen Tianer and stroked her soft little face.

"Come, drink this juice."

Chen Heng picked up a cup of the lightest qi and blood fruit juice and placed it at Chen Tianer's mouth.

"Ugh... it doesn't taste good." Although the smell was a bit pungent, Chen Tianer still obediently drank the qi and blood fruit juice in one gulp.

"Oh, why do I feel so warm?"

A moment later, Chen Tianer felt a surge of heat within her body and struggled to start taking off her clothes.

"Oh my, how can you in this cold weather..." Jing Fan tried to stop her, but Chen Heng's gaze halted her.

"Aunt Jing, this is for you, drink it too."

Pushing the qi and blood fruit juice on the table towards Jing Fan, Chen Heng continued to observe Chen Tianer's condition.

The Little Girl was too young; blood refining powder was impossible for her to drink.

She would explode before it even reached her stomach.

This qi and blood fruit juice was a good choice; drinking a little every day would build a solid foundation for when she truly began practicing martial arts later.

"young master, what... what exactly is this?"

After drinking the qi and blood fruit juice on the table, Jing Fan, feeling a surge of heat in her body, quickly asked.

"Nothing, just something good that can increase the Qi and blood in your bodies."

Chen Heng shook his head, not telling them the origin of the qi and blood fruit.

"Brother Heng! I feel so strong now!" Chen Tianer, her little face flushed, clenched her small fists, looking like a little Devil King.

"Oh? Then try it?" Chen Heng looked at Chen Tianer with a smile.

"Okay!" Chen Tianer nodded, searched the room, and found a target she liked.

A zitan wood desk.

"Heh!" A childish shout, full of milky sweetness, rang out, and Chen Tianer, a tiny person no bigger than a fart, actually lifted the desk directly.

The desk weighed at least seventy or eighty catties, which was equivalent to two Chen Tianers.

"My goodness..." Jing Fan stood stunned, looking at Chen Tianer holding the zitan wood desk, not knowing what to say.

"Tianer is really amazing."

Taking the zitan wood desk from Chen Tianer's hands and putting it back, Chen Heng gently patted her little head.

"Hehe, Brother Heng, am I amazing~"

"Amazing, amazing."

"Benefactor Chen, what is this thing? Why is there such rich Qi and blood within it?"

Just as the siblings were enjoying themselves, Hui Che inappropriately walked over, picked up a cup, and asked.

"Logically speaking, the Qi and blood in these two cups could be equivalent to the total of an external strength Martial Artist. Benefactor Chen, you..."

"Go to hell." Chen Heng pinched Hui Che's mouth shut and threw him out of the room again.

"young master..." Jing Fan looked at Hui Che, who had been thrown out for the second time, and turned to Chen Heng.

"Don't worry, I haven't done anything wicked."

Chen Heng comforted Jing Fan.

"I merely shared some of the Qi and blood from my body with you all; if you encounter danger, you'll have the strength to escape, won't you?"

"Brother Heng, how much Qi and blood do you have?"

Chen Tianer looked at Chen Heng with a pair of innocent, wide eyes.

"Me? I could be equivalent to a hundred thousand of you." Chen Heng smiled and pinched Chen Tianer's little cheek.

"Hmm..." Hearing this, the Little Girl squatted to the side, seemingly thinking about something.

"Alright, Aunt Jing, now that your body is full of Qi and blood, your long-standing chronic illnesses are mostly gone. Go and experience it yourself."

Chen Heng waved his hand, picked up the last cup of qi and blood fruit juice, and left Aunt Jing's small courtyard.

As he passed by Hui Che, he heard the little monk muttering.

"I guessed it too; no other Martial Artist's Qi and blood is this pure and violent..."

...The last cup of medium-concentration juice was naturally for his Maidservant, Xiao He.

The Little Girl worked hard all day, so her body was naturally much better than Jing Fan's and Chen Tianer's.

Moreover, as his personal Maidservant, it wouldn't do for her to lack even a little self-preservation ability.