Xu Fei wasn’t seeing this strange phenomenon for the first time. Back when he first clashed with the Blood Robe Sect, Bai Feng had been afflicted with this odd poison.
To ordinary people, it might seem like a bizarre toxin, but to cultivators, it was clearly a unique cultivation method.
The Blood Robe Sect members had all used this combat style, trading their life force for immense power, and now it seemed the Red Buddha Society had perfectly inherited it.
The moment Xu Fei raised his hand, Deacon Zhikong reacted swiftly, charging forward.
But mid-rush, just as he reached Xu Fei, he suddenly froze, standing still like a statue, utterly motionless.
Yao Yuanzhou, scrambling up from the floor, noticed the anomaly and, ignoring his own injuries, hurriedly asked, “What… what’s wrong with this guy?”
Xu Fei chuckled lightly, reaching out to pat Zhikong’s shoulder.
“This guy’s like a balloon right now, punctured by my silver needle. The needle’s still plugging the hole, I haven’t pulled it out yet.”
“If he dares to move recklessly, I’ll yank the needle out in an instant. The true qi surging in his body will reverse its flow, and he’ll drop dead on the spot!”
The real danger went beyond that. Zhikong’s true qi, ignited by a secret technique, was already a pent-up force with nowhere to vent.
If Xu Fei pulled the needle out quickly, this guy might just explode on the spot!
He wouldn’t survive, and at such close range, Xu Fei, Yao Yuanzhou, and the unconscious Yao Yunxi could get hurt too.
By now, Zhikong, frozen like a statue, was scared stiff. He knew full well the state of the true qi coursing through him.
It was exactly as Xu Fei described, he was a balloon inflated to its limit, not daring to make a single move!
“You… you’re this strong? No wonder your head’s worth thirty million inside our Red Buddha Society!”
Zhikong muttered to himself, which only amused Xu Fei.
Xu Fei hadn’t expected this guy to be so greedy, still fixating on bounty money even with death staring him down.
He didn’t have time to bother with that. With Zhikong under control, things were safe for now.
Even if this guy snapped and decided to go out fighting, turning himself into an unstable ticking bomb, Xu Fei had ways to handle it.
So he turned his attention to treating Yao Yuanzhou’s injuries first.
Crouching down, Xu Fei used silver needles to stop the bleeding, channeling his true qi into Yao Yuanzhou’s body. Yao Yuanzhou felt his wounds healing at a visible pace.
It hit him then, Uncle He and Eldest Miss Yao Manyun weren’t lying when they called Xu Fei a miracle doctor.
Overwhelmed with gratitude, Yao Yuanzhou quickly spoke up, “Doctor… Doctor Xu, don’t worry about me, save Yunxi first!”
Hearing Yao Yuanzhou switch to a respectful tone, Xu Fei knew the kid had likely been won over by his medical skill.
He wouldn’t nitpick with a half-grown boy like him, waving it off, “No rush. Since you two ran into me today, you’ll both be fine. Just be patient!”
After another two or three minutes, Xu Fei removed the needles from Yao Yuanzhou. The cuts from the glass shards had mostly healed.
Only then did Xu Fei stand and approach the real patient this time, Yao Yunxi.
Placing his hand on her wrist, Xu Fei found her vital signs steady, not at all like those of a sick person.
