557: Chapter 557 Corrosive Poison? It Can Be Cured!

Ye Chen's mouth twitched.

He finally understood.

What official business, what protecting Yan Qingwu—those were all just setups.

This man's true purpose was to play matchmaker for his daughter.

Ye Chen gave a dry cough and chose his words carefully: "Uncle Yan, this... Qingwu and I are colleagues and friends. We have a good relationship, but..."

"But what?"

Yan Huifeng interrupted him. "You think our Qingwu isn't good enough for you?"

"No, no!" Ye Chen waved his hands hurriedly. "Qingwu is great; it's I who am not good enough for her."

"You are worthy."

Yan Huifeng looked serious.

"As the Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group Hidden Dragon Pavilion, I don't even need to mention what you've accomplished, do I?"

"If a young talent like you isn't worthy of my Qingwu, then no one in the world is."

Ye Chen: "..."

He suddenly realized that this man was far more silver-tongued than he had imagined.

He helplessly continued to explain, "But I already have a girlfriend..."

"What's wrong with having a girlfriend? Even married people can get divorced!"

Yan Huifeng waved his hand dismissively. "To take it a step further, it's normal for the strong to have three wives and four concubines. My Yan Family is not composed of such pedantic people."

Ye Chen: "???"

Holy crap!

No...

Has the world gone mad, or have I?

Such words actually came from the mouth of a big shot like Yan Huifeng?

Yan Qingwu finally couldn't sit still and stood up abruptly.

"Dad! If you say another word about this, I'm leaving right now!"

"And after I go back, I'm definitely telling Mom!"

"Not only are you planning to find a mistress, but you're also trying to make me one!"

Yan Huifeng glanced at her and sighed. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll stop. You've been like this since you were a kid—getting all worked up as soon as serious business is mentioned."

Yan Qingwu bit her lip and sat back down, but the flush on her face wouldn't fade.

Yan Huifeng picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, and looked at Ye Chen, changing the subject.

"A-Chen, do you know why I'm in such a hurry to marry Qingwu off?"

Instead of asking directly, Ye Chen sized up Yan Huifeng before speaking. "Uncle Yan, you have a hidden ailment in your body."

Hearing this, Yan Huifeng was instantly stunned.

"How did you know?"

"I can see it."

Ye Chen said calmly.

"Your complexion is ruddy and your breathing is steady; you look no different from a normal person."

"But when you speak, you unconsciously hold your breath every so often, as if you're enduring something."

"Furthermore, the pinky and ring finger of the hand holding your teacup have been trembling slightly. You might not have even noticed it yourself."

Yan Huifeng's pupils contracted slightly.

Before he could speak, Yan Qingwu had already jumped up, her face full of anxiety. "What, Dad? Why do you have a hidden ailment? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Her father's body had always been very healthy. How could he have a hidden ailment?

Yan Huifeng glanced at her, sighed, and gestured for her to sit down.

"Qingwu, don't worry."

"How can I not worry?" Yan Qingwu's eyes instantly reddened. "Dad, what exactly is wrong with you?"

Yan Huifeng was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke.

"In my early years, I entered the Kunlun Ruins and was ambushed. I was afflicted with the vein-eroding poison."

"vein-eroding poison?" Yan Qingwu's face turned pale instantly.

Yan Huifeng nodded.

"This poison doesn't kill instantly, but it slowly corrodes the meridians."

"Ten years, twenty years, thirty years..."

"By the time you notice it, it's already too late."

"According to the Five Clans of the Kunlun Ruins, there is no cure."

He paused, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

"So, I have less than a year of life left."

Yan Qingwu sat in her chair as if struck by lightning, tears welling in her eyes.

"Dad... why didn't you say so earlier?"

Yan Huifeng looked at her, his eyes full of affection.

"If I had told you earlier, you would have just spent more years worrying."

"Besides..."

"What can't be cured still can't be cured."

"I didn't intend to tell you, but since the topic came up today, I just mentioned it in passing."

He smiled, a smile that carried a hint of carefree detachment.

"Everyone has their fate; it cannot be forced."

"In this life, I've eaten what I should, drunk what I should, and seen what I should. I have no regrets."

"My only concern is you and your mother."

"That's why I'm in such a hurry to marry you off. I want to see you in a wedding dress while I'm still alive."

Yan Qingwu's tears finally fell uncontrollably.

She wanted to say something, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Yan Huifeng reached out and gently patted her shoulder.

"Don't cry. What are you crying for?"

"Your dad isn't dying tomorrow."

"There's still a year left—enough for me to have quite a few more drinks."

Yan Qingwu bit her lip, but her tears flowed even faster.

At that moment, Ye Chen spoke: "If they can't cure it, it just means they are trash."

Yan Huifeng was stunned, then shook his head with a bitter smile. "A-Chen, you don't need to comfort me. No one has ever been able to neutralize this vein-eroding poison."

Ye Chen picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, and took a sip.

"Others can't, but I can."

Yan Qingwu suddenly looked up as if remembering something and hurriedly turned to Yan Huifeng. "Dad! That's right, Ye Chen's medical skills are very strong! He once brought someone back from the dead!"

Yan Huifeng didn't speak; he just looked at Ye Chen.

In those eyes that had weathered many storms, there was no doubt, no suspicion, and not even any pleasant surprise.

There was only calmness.

Ye Chen felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, rubbed his nose, and suddenly laughed.

"Uncle Yan, you didn't say this here on purpose just to wait for me to volunteer to treat you, did you?"

Given Yan Huifeng's capabilities, it was impossible for him not to know about Ye Chen's medical skills.

From the intelligence network of the Yan Family of the Capital to the Dragon Group's intelligence system, and even the connections he had accumulated in the cultivation world...

With Yan Huifeng's status and ability, if he wanted to investigate someone's background, he could find far more than an ordinary person could imagine.

So, it simply couldn't be hidden.

Having been seen through, Yan Huifeng didn't feel embarrassed; instead, he burst into laughter.

"You kid, you really are smart."

"I indeed investigated you."

"I know every single thing you've done."

"Including that Yan Lingling you saved. So, my looking for you today was firstly to entrust Qingwu to you, and secondly..."

He paused and looked at Ye Chen, his eyes holding a glimmer of hope.

"I wanted to see with my own eyes if you are truly as miraculous as the legends say."

"Looking at it now, the legends haven't exaggerated; if anything, they were conservative."

Yan Huifeng raised his teacup, using tea as a substitute for wine, and toasted Ye Chen. "A-Chen, I'll leave these old bones of mine in your hands."

Ye Chen raised his teacup and clinked it against his.

"Don't worry, Uncle Yan. Although the vein-eroding poison is tricky, it's not enough to leave me helpless."

"However..."

He put down his teacup and changed the subject.

"Detoxification takes time; it's not something that happens overnight."

"I need to prepare the medicine first, then perform acupuncture. It will take at least half a month to completely clear the toxins."

Yan Huifeng waved his hand. "I can wait. I've waited over ten years; half a month won't make a difference."

Yan Qingwu sat to the side, listening to their conversation. Tears were still on her face, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

She quietly wiped the corners of her eyes, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

The tea had gone cold.

But her heart was warm.

Afterward.

Ye Chen wrote out the prescription and sent it directly to Yan Qingwu's WeChat.

"Just take the medicine on time."

"When Qingwu and I return from Japan, I can perform the acupuncture."

Yan Qingwu immediately forwarded the prescription to Yan Huifeng.

Yan Huifeng took a look, his mood greatly improved. "Good! Then I shall wait and see!"

Ye Chen put down his teacup and stood up.

"Uncle Yan, we'll head out first. We have a flight to catch this afternoon."

Yan Huifeng nodded and also stood up. "Alright, I won't keep you. Have a safe trip."

Yan Qingwu wiped her eyes and followed him up.

"Dad, remember to take your medicine on time."

"I know, I know. Your dad isn't a child," Yan Huifeng said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

The two of them then left the private room.

After they left.

*Squeak—*

The door to the private room was gently pushed open.

A white-haired old man walked in.

The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties, wearing a deep gray Zhongshan suit.

He walked over to the opposite side of Yan Huifeng, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Yan Huifeng put down his teacup and looked at the old man. "Elder Shi, what do you think of that kid?"

Elder Shi didn't answer immediately but remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Unfathomable."

Yan Huifeng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

To receive such an evaluation from Elder Shi, the boy really had something.

After all...

Elder Shi was a Guest Elder of one of the Five Clans.

And to become a Guest Elder, it was impossible without significant skill...

Elder Shi continued.

"I have lived for over eighty years and have seen countless young talents, but someone like him..."

"It's my first time seeing it."

"But can he really cure the vein-eroding poison in your body?"

Yan Huifeng narrowed his eyes.

"Not long ago, I received some news."

"Meng Ziyi of the Hehuan Sect was defeated by him."

Elder Shi's pupils contracted slightly. "Sword Sovereign Meng Ziyi?"

"Yes, him."

Yan Huifeng nodded. "Meng Ziyi personally led people out of the Kunlun Ruins to stand up for the Chen Family, but he was beaten by Ye Chen until he had no strength to fight back. He only saved his life by kneeling and begging for mercy."

Elder Shi's expression changed.

He knew exactly what kind of person Meng Ziyi was.

A powerhouse at the Mid Golden Core Stage, the third-ranked Sword Dao Sovereign in the Kunlun Ruins.

Such a figure was actually beaten until he knelt and begged for mercy by a young man in his twenties?

This was simply inconceivable.

Yan Huifeng looked at his shocked expression and continued, "That's not even all."

Elder Shi looked up.

"What else?"

Yan Huifeng's words were startling: "He also brought a member of the Wang Family, who had committed suicide, back to life."