59: Chapter 59 Detoxification

At midnight, Lin Fan returned to the underground secret room.

He began to study his new talent.

His originally fair skin now shimmered with a faint jade-like luster, a manifestation of his skyrocketing physical strength.

"Let's test its quality."

He casually picked up a bottle of reagent from the table labeled with a skull.

This was "Blue-Ringed Octopus Purified Liquid" that he had specifically purchased at a high price from the black market to create poison-type blind boxes. A single drop would completely paralyze an ordinary martial artist's nervous system within three seconds.

He pulled out the cork.

He tilted his head back.

"Gulp."

He downed an entire bottle of highly toxic raw liquid as if he were drinking plain water.

The liquid slid down his esophagus. Instead of the expected corrosion and intense pain, a minty coolness washed over him. The toxins were instantly decomposed and absorbed, transforming into a wisp of pure spiritual energy that merged into his dantian.

"Burp,"

Lin Fan let out a satisfied burp and smacked his lips.

"A bit sweet, like a blueberry-flavored sports drink."

This was the overbearing nature of an S-Rank Talent.

Poison?

It was a tonic.

...

The next morning.

Before the doors of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion even opened, urgent knocking almost smashed through the rolling shutter door.

Lin Fan yawned as he pulled the door open.

Standing outside was Su Qingxue, who was known for her cold and aloof demeanor.

But right now, this ice-cold school beauty's face was filled with anxiety. Her eyes, usually clear, were bloodshot, and her hair was slightly disheveled; she had clearly stayed up all night.

"Lin Fan, help."

No pleasantries, just those two words.

Her voice was raspy, carrying a trace of an imperceptible tremble.

"Come in and talk."

Lin Fan stepped aside to let her in and casually poured a cup of water for her. "Don't worry, the sky isn't falling yet. If the Su Family has gone bankrupt, I might consider buying it at a low price."

Su Qingxue was in no mood for his bad jokes.

She gripped the water cup tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"It's my grandfather."

"Last night, while Grandfather was inspecting the family's mineral veins outside the Jianghai, he was ambushed by a mutated Frost Venomous Scorpion. It was a Lord-class exotic beast."

"The cold poison has reached his heart."

Su Qingxue's voice took on a sobbing tone. "All the famous doctors in the Jianghai have seen him, and we even invited medical martial masters from the military, but they were all helpless. They said... the cold poison has invaded his heart vessels, and unless there's a treasure of extreme yang and intensity, or..."

"Or what?"

"Or an expert with an S-Rank or higher detoxification talent takes action."

Su Qingxue suddenly looked up and stared at Lin Fan with the eyes of a drowning person clutching at the last straw.

"I know you have your ways, and your blind boxes have everything. Lin Fan, do you have a solution? As long as you can save Grandfather, the Su Family is willing to pay any price!"

Any price.

These words, for the Su Family—one of the four major families in Jianghai—carried the weight of a thousand tons.

Lin Fan's fingers lightly tapped on the tabletop.

Frost Venomous Scorpion.

Highly toxic, and with an attribute of extreme freezing cold.

If it were before yesterday, he truly wouldn't have had a way. Although detoxification pills could be found in blind boxes, it was a matter of probability. Saving a life was like fighting a fire; he couldn't afford to gamble.

But now...

S-Rank [Divine Ember Flame], specifically counters yin-cold.

S-Rank [Immune to All Poisons Body], capable of devouring all poisons.

This was practically a business opportunity delivered to his doorstep.

"Talking about prices is far too formal."

Lin Fan stood up, casually grabbed his coat from the hanger, and threw it on. "We're partners. Old Man Su is like my own grandfather... cough, that is, the house call fee will be calculated separately."

Su Qingxue was stunned for a moment, and then a light of wild joy erupted in her eyes.

"You have a way!"

"Let's go."

...

The Su Family mansion.

The atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.

Outside the master bedroom, the core members of the Su Family were crowded together. Each had a solemn expression, speaking in low voices, though their eyes hid various ulterior motives.

Old Man Su was the pillar of the Su Family.

Once he fell, the Su Family's status in Jianghai would inevitably plummet, and they might even be carved up and consumed by the other three families.

"Why isn't that girl Qing Xue back yet?"

A middle-aged man in a Tang suit looked irritably at his watch. "She said she was going to find help, and it's already been an hour. I think she's just desperately turning to anyone for help. What kind of ability could that kid who sells blind boxes possibly have?"

Su Changhe.

Su Qingxue's second uncle, who had always coveted the position of family head.

"Second Uncle, you can't say that."

A young man nearby chimed in sarcastically, "Lin Fan is a celebrity now. Maybe he really does have some folk remedy? Like opening a blind box for Grandfather and having a god pop out?"

A few suppressed sneers sounded from the surroundings.

Just then.

Rapid footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

Su Qingxue rushed in with Lin Fan in tow.

"Move."

Su Qingxue's aura was fully unleashed as she pushed aside the Su Family disciples blocking her path and headed straight for the bedroom door.

"Stop."

Su Changhe took a step across, blocking the door, his gaze fixed on Lin Fan like a hawk. "Qing Xue, is this the 'miracle doctor' you found? A speculator reeking of money?"

"Second Uncle, Lin Fan has a way to save Grandfather!"

"Nonsense!"

Su Changhe shouted angrily, "The one performing acupuncture inside is Master Zhang, a renowned healer from the provincial capital. You're bringing an outsider in? If he offends the Master and delays the treatment, can you take responsibility for that?"

"I think you want to kill the old man so you can divide the family assets sooner!"

This was an extremely heavy accusation.

Su Qingxue was trembling with rage. Just as she was about to retort, a hand rested on her shoulder.

Lin Fan stepped forward.

He didn't look at Su Changhe; instead, his gaze bypassed the crowd and looked into the bedroom.

On the large carved bed lay an old man as thin as a skeleton. His face was a sickly blue-purple, and a thick layer of white frost had formed on his eyebrows and beard. Even from several meters away, one could feel a bone-chilling cold.

"Three minutes left."

Lin Fan suddenly spoke.

"What?" Su Changhe was stunned.

"I said, this old man is going to kick the bucket in three minutes."

Lin Fan's tone was flat, as if he were giving a weather forecast. "The cold poison has already blocked his heart. That so-called Master Zhang is using 'Returning Yang Needles' to stimulate the acupoints. If it were an ordinary cold ailment, it would be fine, but this is a mutated toxin. His needle will only accelerate the toxin's eruption."

"Presumptuous!"

A furious shout came from inside the bedroom.

A white-bearded old man rushed out holding a silver needle, his beard quivering with rage. "Where did this brat come from! How dare you question my medical skills? I have practiced medicine for fifty years..."

"Enough, stop reciting your resume."

Lin Fan interrupted him impatiently and directly shoved Su Changhe out of the way.

The force was so great that the middle-aged man, who was a Martial Master level, actually stumbled back several steps.

"You..."

Su Changhe was about to explode, but he was met with a glance from Lin Fan's indifferent eyes.

In that instant.

He felt as if he were being stared down by an ancient ferocious beast. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and the curses at the tip of his tongue were forced back down.

Lin Fan strode into the bedroom.

"Bang."

He slammed the door shut behind him and locked it.

The movements were smooth and seamless.

"Lin Fan, what are you doing!"

From outside the door came Su Changhe's frantic pounding. "Someone, break the door down! This kid wants to murder the old man!"

Inside the bedroom.

Lin Fan was deaf to it all.

He walked to the bedside and looked down at the dying Old Man Su.

"Old man, consider yourself lucky to have met me."

Lin Fan extended his right hand, hovering it three inches above Old Man Su's chest.

[Divine Ember Flame]

"Boom."

A ball of golden flame ignited out of thin air in his palm.

Yet this flame had no heat; instead, it exuded an aura of sacred majesty.

Lin Fan pressed his palm down.

The golden flame instantly transformed into countless thin threads, drilling into Old Man Su's pores.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

It sounded like boiling oil being poured onto ice.

A tooth-aching sound came from within Old Man Su. The layer of white frost covering his body began to melt at a visible speed, evaporating into foul-smelling black steam.

Immediately after.

Talent activated: Toxin Control.

Lin Fan pressed his left hand onto Old Man Su's forehead.

A terrifying suction force generated from his palm.

The deep blue cold poison, which had been entrenched deep in Old Man Su's heart vessels like a maggot in a bone, began to gather frantically toward Lin Fan's palm as if summoned by a supreme command.

Old Man Su's blue-purple face began to rapidly turn red.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan's arm turned pitch black at a visible speed.

The poison, potent enough to kill a Lord-class exotic beast, surged into Lin Fan's body through his meridians.

The S-Rank poison body within him operated at full power.

As soon as the toxins entered, they were instantly decomposed and devoured, turning into the purest nourishment to feed his every cell. Lin Fan broke through directly from Martial Artist Six-Star to Martial Artist Eight-Star.

Three minutes later.

Old Man Su snapped his eyes open and spat out a mouthful of black clotted blood.

"Pfft."

The clotted blood landed on the floor, instantly corroding a large hole into the expensive carpet and emitting pungent white smoke.

"Whew..."

The old man exhaled a long breath of turbid air, his cloudy eyes regaining clarity. Although his body was still very weak, the deathly aura that suggested he could stop breathing at any moment had completely dissipated.

"Crack."

The bedroom door was violently smashed open.

Su Changhe rushed in with a group of guards, holding a battle saber and looking murderous.

"You little beast, I'll have your life..."

His roar came to a screeching halt.

Like a rooster being strangled by the neck.

Everyone was stunned.

They saw Old Man Su sitting at the head of the bed, his face flushed with color as he gasped for air.

They also saw Lin Fan standing by the bed, unhurriedly wiping his hands with a tissue.

"Grand... Grandfather?"

Su Qingxue covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

"What's all the noise?"

Old Man Su let out a full-throated roar. Although his voice was still a bit weak, the majesty of a superior was not diminished in the slightest. "I'm not dead yet, and you're already trying to rebel?"

The saber in Su Changhe's hand fell to the floor with a clang.

His face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he fell directly to his knees.

"Dad... You... You're better?"