Chapter 11: Giving Wei Qingqiu a Protective Charm

“Virgin’s blood?” Wei Qingqiu was startled, her cheeks flushing instantly as she looked at Chu Tian in confusion.

Chu Tian said nothing more. With lightning speed, he pierced Wei Qingqiu’s arm with a silver needle, drew a single drop of virgin’s blood, and added it to the medicinal ingredients for refining.

Though no obvious flame appeared, the medicinal herbs in the air slowly began to melt, as if being scorched by intense heat. In just a few minutes, all the ingredients had liquefied, transforming into ten orange pills.

“Mr. Chu, have the pills been refined?” Wei Yuansheng was visibly tense—this concerned his very life. He trusted Chu Tian’s abilities, yet Chu Tian hadn’t even used a pill furnace, which seemed illogical. What if it failed?

“Take it,” Chu Tian replied, handing over an orange pill emanating a rich medicinal aroma.

Wei Yuansheng’s right hand trembled as he took the pill. Without hesitation, he swallowed it whole.

In that instant, a surge of pure medicinal power transformed into a stream of energy, circulating through Wei Yuansheng’s organs.

“Grandfather, how do you feel?” Wei Qingqiu asked anxiously.

Wei Yuansheng had no time to answer. He quickly sat cross-legged on the floor, silently guiding his inner energy.

As a master of ancient martial arts, he knew without Chu Tian’s instruction how to direct the medicinal energy, channeling it into his lungs to nourish his weakened organs.

Wei Qingqiu could only wait in silent worry.

“Don’t disturb your grandfather. He won’t finish soon. Let’s discuss something else,” Chu Tian said, collecting the remaining pills and placing nine of them into a wooden box.

Wang Jiulong swallowed hard. He too coveted a pill—something that could preserve his life—but knowing he lacked the qualification, he dared not ask.

“Wei Qingqiu, your brow is darkened. I fear you’re facing a calamity involving blood soon,” Chu Tian remarked—not simply speculating, but using his skill in reading feng shui and physiognomy.

Most crucially, he had been reborn from five hundred years in the future, and he knew that Wei Qingqiu would soon face an assassination attempt.

Now that fate had brought him to Wei Qingqiu ahead of time, he felt compelled to warn her, lest she repeat the tragedy of her previous life.

“A calamity of blood?” Wei Qingqiu exclaimed. “You mean someone intends to harm me?”

“Yes. Here’s a protective talisman for you—it should shield you from this disaster,” Chu Tian nodded, producing a charm from his breast and handing it to her.

“Thank you, Mr. Chu.” Wei Qingqiu accepted the talisman, hanging it around her neck with the thought that it was better to believe than not.

Wang Jiulong, hearing this, recalled some suspicious matters but kept them to himself, remaining vigilant. Whether or not someone tried to assassinate Wei Qingqiu, as the Wei family’s bodyguard, he had to be prepared for anything.

An hour later, in the living room.

Wei Yuansheng finally opened his eyes, a gleam shining within. His entire spirit seemed ten years younger.

“Grandfather, how do you feel?” Wei Qingqiu hurriedly asked.

“Wonderful! Since falling ill, I’ve never felt so light,” Wei Yuansheng replied with delight. The discomfort in his lungs had vanished, and his martial cultivation had advanced further.

The surge of energy from the pill had shattered the bottleneck of years, pushing his cultivation to the peak of internal energy, just one step away from the grandmaster realm.

“Thank you, Mr. Chu, for saving my life. Please allow me to bow in gratitude!” Wei Yuansheng clasped his hands, preparing to kneel, but suddenly felt an invisible force lifting his arms, preventing him from bowing further.

External energy projection—this was a capability only grandmasters possessed!

Wei Yuansheng’s pupils contracted in awe at Chu Tian’s power.

Yet, due to practicing the wrong technique, he could no longer wield martial power. Though his cultivation was only a step from the grandmaster realm, it felt unattainable, a lifelong regret.

“Old Wei, your previous technique was incomplete. I can amend it for you, fill in the gaps, and if you follow my instructions, you’ll be able to use your martial strength without hindrance,” Chu Tian said, picking up paper and pen from the table. With a few swift strokes, he drew a map of human meridians, altering several acupuncture points and thus transforming Wei Yuansheng’s entire energy flow.

Wei Qingqiu couldn’t comprehend the intricacies, but Wei Yuansheng saw it clearly.

“Mr. Chu, your kindness is beyond measure—I could never repay you, not even with my life. Please accept my bow!” Wei Yuansheng trembled with emotion, unable to express his gratitude in words.

He knelt before Chu Tian, overwhelmed. He had thought he would have to abandon decades of martial cultivation, yet now not only did he keep it, he had broken through years of stagnation and had hope of reaching the grandmaster realm.

Unable to express his gratitude for Chu Tian’s transformative aid, Wei Yuansheng could only kneel and bow.

“Old Wei, how can you…” Wang Jiulong cried out in shock.

The old master of the Wei family was one of the three great magnates of Tianmen City. Even the city’s mayor would not deserve such a gesture. Yet Chu Tian calmly accepted his kneeling bow. The scene was so extraordinary, so shocking, no one would believe it if told.

“Qingqiu, kneel as well!” Wei Yuansheng, ignoring Wang Jiulong’s astonishment, urged, “Mr. Chu has given our Wei family a second life—his kindness is beyond your imagination. Hurry and bow with me!”

Wei Qingqiu was preparing to kneel. She cared little for martial techniques, only for her grandfather’s health. Since Chu Tian had healed Wei Yuansheng, she was willing to bow in gratitude.

“No need for ceremony. Long ago, I owed the Wei family a favor. I’m merely repaying that debt,” Chu Tian said, gently supporting Wei Qingqiu’s arms.

He did not use external energy, but as he touched her skin, he lingered a moment longer than necessary. Indeed, with her arms unharmed, Wei Qingqiu was even more captivating.

By now, Wang Jiulong had helped Wei Yuansheng up.

Everyone was somewhat bewildered, even Wei Qingqiu herself. When had Chu Tian ever owed her family anything?

But Chu Tian clearly had no intention of explaining, and no one pressed him, taking it as a polite excuse to avoid their bows.

“Well then, I’ll be on my way. If you hear news of my seven beautiful senior sisters, send word to me at once,” Chu Tian said, turning toward the door.

“Farewell, Mr. Chu!” Wei Yuansheng bowed again, personally escorting Chu Tian out.

Only after Chu Tian had left did Wei Qingqiu approach her grandfather, her face filled with deep suspicion.

“Qingqiu, is there something you wish to ask?” Wei Yuansheng inquired.