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All along, Wei Zhao had believed that cultivating the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art only served to improve his own body; never once had it occurred to him that it could also mend and restore another person's.
Still, since Jiao Yazi said so, there could be no doubt about it.
Wei Zhao drew a deep breath, pressed his right hand precisely against the old man's Dadun acupoint, and began to channel the elementary formula used in cultivating the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art...
All at once, a powerful suction came from the old man's Dadun acupoint. The energy elements in Wei Zhao's body poured out of him like a flood through opened sluices, surging into the old man.
Wei Zhao started in alarm, secretly appalled: could this be the Star-Absorbing Technique? But it lasted only an instant, and the energy elements within him stopped draining.
What had been released was no more than a single hair from nine oxen, a trifling fraction, and it had no real effect on Wei Zhao at all.
He felt the old man's heartbeat slowly regain its strength; the face that had been iron-blue turned pale, then ruddy, and the ragged breathing gradually steadied...
"Just like that, he's cured?" Never had Wei Zhao imagined the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art he practiced possessed such power.
"Boy, Wei Zhao, are you dreaming? This has only restored him to normal. To cure him completely, you would need at least a third or fourth level of cultivation. I have studied the first level of your Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art: it merely strengthens the body. To heal injuries, you are still far, far short." Old Jiao's voice came at Wei Zhao's ear.
So that was it. Wei Zhao felt neither surprise nor disappointment. Had Jiao Yazi told him that merely mastering the first level of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art could bring the dying back to life, he would instead have been alarmed: if the first level alone was like this, what would he become later on, an immortal?
"Honey, look at Dad's face. He's better, really better, and his breathing is normal too." The woman called Huiru pointed at the old man on the ground and cried out excitedly.
"Hmph." Liu Tianyi flung his wife off crossly. Earlier she had spoken rudely to Wei Zhao, and now this. They said a woman's mood turned faster than a page; his own wife was a textbook case. "Young brother, how is my father?"
"There is no problem this time." Wei Zhao said calmly. "He does not need to go to the hospital. He should wake up any moment now."
"Is that so? Thank you, young brother, thank you." At Wei Zhao's words, Liu Tianyi let out a breath and thanked him again and again. His father had taken ill so suddenly this time; had Wei Zhao not stepped in to save him, the old man's chances would have been grim.
Earlier, when his father had collapsed, Liu Tianyi had not dared touch him before the ambulance came, afraid of making matters worse. Now that Wei Zhao said he was out of danger, he hurried to crouch down and lift the old man off the ground.
By then the old man had opened his eyes. Panting hoarsely, he said weakly to Liu Tianyi: "Help me up..."
"Dad, let me help you." Huiru stepped over, meek as a lamb, and reached out to take the old man's arm.
The old man only snorted coldly and flung her hand away. Though angina had brought him down, he had not been unconscious; he had heard everything going on around him, and the face Huiru had made while slandering Wang Xinyan disgusted him thoroughly.
"Dad... I..." Startled, Huiru wanted to say more, but one glare from Liu Tianyi silenced her.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Liu Tianyi had helped his father up, only to see the old man heading toward Wei Zhao. He asked hastily.
"Help me over there so I can thank this young friend." The old man knew perfectly well who had saved him.