Dan and Martial God of the Other World

Nangoong Xuewei was a little taken aback. She didn't know what had happened.    

    

"Dad, let's forget about it."    

    

On the wheelchair, the youth said to Yun Zhenhai. Naturally, he recognized the person just now, the master of Yueling City, Ye Mingchao. He was disappointed that Liu Tie didn't come out, disappointed that his father didn't go in again.    

    

"Since you are already here, then go and take a look."    

    

No matter what, since they were already here, Yun Zhenhai had to give it a try.    

    

"Creak …"    

    

The door was opened again. Du Shaomu looked at the person who came in this time and felt a bit strange. It was actually two people, one young, the middle school.    

    

Yun Zhenhai closed the door, and when he saw that this Mr Mo was only in his thirties, he was also surprised. No wonder the City Lord of Yueling City, Ye Mingchao, had angrily left in disappointment.    

    

At such an age, even in the powerful Pill Master, how powerful could he be?    

    

"Mr Mo."    

    

He got straight to the point and said: "My son, Yun Qianhao, was severely injured by someone three years ago during a martial arts match. His meridians were damaged and his lower body was paralyzed. I wonder if Mr Mo has any way to cure my son?"    

    

"Let me take a look first."    

    

Du Shaomu walked up to the boy and looked at him. His expression was calm as he formed several seals that landed on the boy's knees.    

    

The youth's expression was always calm. In these three years of being inspected by countless Pill Master, he had long since gotten used to it.    

    

Yun Zhenhai, on the other hand, had been staring at him with a tired and haggard expression with a hint of desire in his eyes. Until Du Shaomu finished his inspection, he lowered his voice and asked, "Mr Mo, is there a way?"    

    

"You're called Yun Qianhao?"    

    

Du Shaomu ignored Yun Zhenhai and asked the youth.    

    

"That's right." Yun Qianhao nodded and said to Wu Jun.    

    

"Does the person who injured you three years ago have a deep grudge against you?" Du Shaomu said.    

    

"No, it's just a martial arts competition!"    

    

Within Yun Qianhao's calm eyes, there was finally a ripple of calmness.    

    

"His skills are inferior to others?" Du Shaomu asked.    

    

"If it wasn't for his sinister methods, I definitely wouldn't have lost. If I were to come again, the one to lose would definitely be him. But sadly …"    

    

Yun Qianhao's clear eyes had a glimmer in them, but immediately became lonely. A loss was a loss.    

    

"It's just a martial arts competition, yet it actually broke the meridians of your legs and shattered your dantian. You must have a deep blood feud!"    

    

Du Shaomu sighed and said, "You stepped into the Martial Spiritual Stage at the age of thirteen. You are quite talented, three years ago your legs were shattered into pieces, your dantian was shattered, and you took a lot of elixirs, but there was no effect."    

    

"Mr Mo, is there any way to cure my son's injuries? As long as it can be cured, I, Yun Zhenhai, am willing to pay any price."    

    

Since this Mr Mo was able to see through these problems with a simple check, Yun Zhenhai's eyes lit up with hope.    

    

"With your Dantian destroyed and both your legs broken, there's no chance left. Even if you look for your Danshen, there's nothing you can do about it."    

    

Du Shaomu said. The meridians of Yun Qianhao's legs were broken, and the most important part of his dantian was destroyed. This was no longer an injury, this was crippled.    

    

Listening to Du Shaomu's words, Yun Qianhao's eyes were as calm as always, as if it was within his expectation.    

    

"Is there really no other way …"    

    

Hearing Du Shaomu's words, even the legendary God of Pills couldn't do anything, Yun Zhenhai couldn't help but take a step back.    

    

"Puff …"    

    

In a split-second, Yun Zhenhai's originally haggard and tired face became even more powerless and his eyes became empty. It was as if he had suddenly aged a few years and a stream of blood was spat out from the corner of his mouth.    

    

"Father!"    

    

Yun Qianhao turned around and saw that his father was vomiting blood. His face turned worried and his mind became serious. He wanted to get up but was powerless.    

    

"Qianhao, I'm fine, I'm fine."    

    

Yun Zhenhai wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and squatted down, as if the last string in his heart was broken, and the last shred of hope had been shattered. Yun Zhenhai wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and squatted down, as if the last string in his heart had been broken, and the last shred of hope had been shattered.    

    

"It's because my son is unfilial, causing my father to have to work hard."    

    

Looking at his father's haggard face and moist eyes, Yun Qianhao's calm gaze also moved. He felt sad and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he forcefully held back his emotions and squeezed out a few traces of a smile. He said: "Your son is going to be a normal person in the future.    

    

"But this is not what my son wants. Since you were young, you have always wanted to be a powerhouse. You want to step onto the peak of martial arts!"    

    

How could Yun Zhenhai not know his son's ambition when he was young? That outstanding genius from back then had risen up into the sky like a rising sun and became a powerful warrior when he entered, yet he could only sit on a wheelchair every day. How could this be what his son wanted?    

    

"If you want to become a powerful expert, you need your father to work so hard. If that powerful expert doesn't want to do it, then everyone has their own lives. This is my life."    

    

Yun Qianhao shook his head and smiled. He said to Wu Tie, "Dad, let's go home. I suddenly want to eat the tofu soup that you cooked for me when I was young."    

    

"Ok, dad will cook some tofu soup for you when we get back."    

    

Yun Zhenhai forced a smile on his face. He stood up, cupped his fist and bowed towards Du Shaomu and said, "Thank you, Mr Mo. Goodbye!"    

    

"Sorry for the trouble, Mr Mo."    

    

Yun Qianhao also nodded to Du Shaomu with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude.    

    

After the father and son pair left, Du Shaomu looked at the two. His gaze slightly shifted as he said, "I said there's no chance, but it's not like there's no chance at all."    

    

Hearing this, Yun Zhenhai, who was pushing the wheelchair, stopped in his tracks. He turned around and looked at Du Shaomu. A hint of hope once again lit up in his eyes as he asked, "Mr Mo, is there still a chance?"    

    

Yun Qianhao turned around, and at the moment, his calm gaze was also throbbing. He had long since gotten used to his disappointment and accepted the fact that he would need to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, let alone recover. However, this did not mean that he really did not want to recover.    

    

"If there's a chance, although it's very rare, I'll have to ask you if you can really pay any price for your son." Du Shaomu said.    

    

"Of course. As long as I have the chance, I, Yun Zhenhai, am willing to pay any price. I will not hesitate."    

    

As long as my son has the chance to recover, he will not hesitate to pay any price.    

    

"The meridians in your son's legs have been shattered. It will be extremely difficult to recover them. The most troublesome thing is that his dantian has been shattered."    

    

Du Shaomu looked at Yun Zhenhai and his son, and continued, "However, I happen to know an ancient technique that can pull out the meridians in your legs for your son to recover, and can also transfer your Dantian to your son to repair it. But this way, the one who will become a cripple in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, is you."    

    

Yun Zhenhai took a deep breath. No one knew what he was thinking, but he said seriously, "Mr Mo, I wonder how much chance my son has of recovering?"    

    

"Thirty percent chance. And even if my Dantian and meridians are repaired, it's definitely not like before. In the future, it's impossible to reach the peak of martial arts. Being able to cultivate to the same level of Martial Marquis Stage as you is already a miracle!" Du Shaomu said.    

    

"Thirty percent chance …"    

    

Yun Zhenhai mumbled softly, seeming to be thinking about something. He then nodded his head. Without much hesitation, he said to Du Shaomu, "I am willing. Please take out my meridians and dantian to help my son Qianhao recover."    

    

"No, no! Father, you can't do this!"    

    

Yun Qianhao was full of hope, but when he heard this, he immediately shouted for his father to repair his meridian and Dantian. How could he accept his father becoming a cripple in a wheelchair?    

    

"Qianhao, you're still young. After all, dad has lived for dozens of years. It doesn't matter if you sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."    

    

Yun Zhenhai smiled at his son. His son was still young, even if there was a 30% chance, it was enough to make him proud. He could not see his son becoming a cripple on a wheelchair for the rest of his life.    

    

"Mr Mo, please remove my meridians and Dantian to help my son recover."    

    

Yun Zhenhai had made up his mind and did not hesitate.