Dan and Martial God of the Other World

Nangong Xuewei was somewhat astonished. She did not know what had happened.

"Dad, let's forget about it."

On the wheelchair, the youth said to Yun Zhenhai, naturally, he knew that person. Yue Ling City's Mayor Ye Mingchao was disappointed, as if that Mister Mo was only disappointed.

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

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

"Creak …"

The door opened once again. Du Shaotian looked at the person who entered this time and felt a little strange. It was actually two people, one young and the other middle-aged.

Yun Zhenhai closed the door and was surprised to see that Mister Mo was only in his thirties. No wonder why the City Lord of the Mausoleum City, Ye Mingshan, was so disappointed.

At such an age, even the most powerful pill refiners would not be able to match up to him.

"Mr. Mo."

Out of politeness, Yun Zhenhai still cupped his fists and bowed. His character was straightforward as he said, "My son Yun Qianhao was severely injured by someone in a duel three years ago, injuring his meridians. His lower body has always been paralyzed.

"Let me take a look first."

Du Shaotian took a few steps forward and stood beside the young man. He glanced at the young man with a calm expression, and a few handprints condensed on the young man's knees.

The young man's expression remained calm. In the past three years, he had been under the scrutiny of countless pill refiners and had long gotten used to it.

On the other hand, Yun Zhenhai's eyes were filled with a wistful look as he stared intently at Mo Wuji's haggard and fatigued face. When he finished his inspection, he lowered his voice and asked, "Mr Mo, is there any solution?"

"Your name is Yun Qianhao?"

Du Shaotian didn't pay any attention to Yun Zhenhai, instead, he looked at the youth and asked.

"That's right." Yun Qian Hao nodded his head and said to Du Shaotian.

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

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

Within Yun Qianhao's calm eyes, there was finally a ripple, but it quickly calmed down.

"His skills are inferior to others?" Du Shaotian 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 surged with light, but immediately after, he 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!"

"You've reached the Martial Spirit Realm at the age of thirteen. You're quite talented. Three years ago, both of your legs had their meridians shattered and your dantian shattered. You've taken a lot of elixirs, but none of it has any 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."

Seeing that this Mister 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."

The meridians in Yun Qianhao's legs had been broken, and the most important part of his dantian had been destroyed. This was no longer an injury, this was crippling.

Hearing Du Shaotian's words, Yun Qian Hao's eyes remained as calm as ever, as if he expected it to be so.

"Is there really no other way …"

Upon hearing Du Shaotian's words, even the legendary Pill God could not do anything about it. Yun Zhenhai could not help but take a step back.

"Puff …"

In a split-second, Yun Zhenhai's originally haggard and exhausted face became even more powerless. His eyes were empty, as if he had suddenly aged several years. A stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Father!"

Yun Qian Hao turned around, and upon seeing his father spitting blood, he became worried. He tried to get up, but he could not.

"Thousand, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Yun Zhenhai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and squatted down, as if the last taut string in his heart had been broken, and the last sliver of hope had been shattered. A man in his forties with tears in his eyes said in a choked voice, "I promised your mother that I will take care of you, but your father is useless, I can't even avenge you."

"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 Qian Hao's calm gaze wavered. His heart was sour, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he forced himself to calm down, and said with a smile: "Your son, being an ordinary person in the future is also fine.

"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 dream from a young age? That brilliant genius from back then had risen up into the sky like a rising sun, becoming a powerful being from a young age. Yet, he could only sit on a wheelchair every day.

"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 Qian Hao shook his head and smiled. He said to Yun Zhen Hai, "Father, let's go home. I suddenly want to eat the tofu soup that you cooked 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 as he bowed respectfully to Du Shaotian and said, "Thank you, Mr. Mo. Goodbye!"

"Thank you, Mr. Mo."

Yun Qianhao also nodded towards Du Shaotian, his attitude neither servile nor overbearing.

As the father and son duo left, Du Shaotian stared at the two as his eyes flickered. He then said, "I've said that there's no chance, but it's not like there's no chance at all."

Upon hearing these words, Yun Zhenhai stopped his pushing of the wheelchair. Turning around, he looked at Du Shaotian with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He asked, "Mister Mo, do we still have a chance?"

Countless times he had already gotten used to 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 truly did not want to recover in his heart, it was just that he could not bear to see his father toiling around.

"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 Shaotian said.

"Of course, as long as I have the chance, I, Yun Zhenhai, am willing to pay any price."

As long as my son has the chance to recover, he would 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."

He continued, "However, I happen to know of an ancient technique that can draw out the meridians in your legs for your son to recover. It can also transfer your Dantian to your son to repair it, but this way, you will become a cripple for the rest of your life while sitting in a wheelchair."

Yun Zhenhai took in a deep breath, his inner thoughts a mystery. He then said seriously, "Mr. Mo, I wonder how much chance my son has of recovering?"

"Thirty percent chance. And even if my Dantian and meridian were repaired, it would still be inferior to before. In the future, it would be impossible for me to reach the peak of martial arts. It would be a miracle if I could one day reach the same level as you!" Du Shaotian said.

"Thirty percent chance …"

Yun Zhenhai murmured softly, as if he was thinking of something, and nodded his head vigorously. Without much hesitation, he said to Du Shaotian, "I am willing. Sir Mo, please take my meridians and dantian, and help me continue."

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

Yun Qianhao had originally carried some hope, but upon hearing this, he immediately shouted for his father's legs and dantian to heal him. From then on, his father was a cripple in a wheelchair, how could he accept that.

"Thousand, you're still young. Father has lived for dozens of years, so it doesn't matter if we sit in a wheelchair for the rest of our lives."

Yun Zhenhai smiled at his son. His son was still young, even if there was a thirty percent chance, it would still be enough. He could not bear to see his son become a cripple in 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 there was no hesitation.