One person: Refining weapons? I told you to believe in science!

Chapter 3: The Self-cultivation Furnace! Become an Inhuman!

One month later!

At night, in Ma Xianhong’s courtyard.

Ma Xianhong and Lin Quan sat together, with a small wooden square table and two small stools.

Lin Quan looked at Ma Xianhong in front of him, his emotions not fluctuating at all.

It has been a month since I came here. Since I moved in, apart from eating and sleeping, I have been wandering around the village with Liu Wukui almost every day.

This month, no one came to see him, neither Qiu Rang nor Ma Xianhong.

It seems that they are also investigating themselves.

But think about it, there is definitely a difference between someone who comes to you on their own initiative and someone who is invited.

In one month, I fell ill several times.

Especially two days ago, when he was chopping wood, he suddenly lost his strength and the axe in his hand flew out, almost chopping Liu Wukui!

Because of this incident, Liu Wukui ignored me for the whole day.

However, calling me here at this time today is probably the time to decide whether I can be trusted.

Ma Xianhong looked at Lin Quan and said slowly, "I already know your condition. I called you here today just to check your body."

"After the examination, if it can be treated, I will help you. If not..."

Before Ma Xianhong could finish, Lin Quan took the initiative to say: "If I get it, I'm lucky, if I lose it, I'm dead!"

"I just want to ask the village chief, if there is really no cure, can you let me fend for myself in this village?"

Ma Xianhong smiled and said, "Of course. If I really couldn't cure your illness, I wouldn't expel you from the village."

"Grandpa Bi, please help me."

As soon as Ma Xianhong finished speaking, an old man wearing glasses and a suit appeared in front of Lin Quan.

The moment Lin Quan saw the old man, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

Grandpa Bi? Bi Yuan! One of the Twelve Supreme Beings!

Among the twelve superior aptitudes, he is one of the few whose combat capabilities are unknown.

His best skills are medicine and poison.

But compared to his ability to judge people, his medical and poison skills seem less important.

Why? Bi Yuan had followed two people in total.

The first one is the current head of Quanxing generation - Gong Qing!
That is, he is the temporary leader of the largest villain organization in the world of aliens, and now that leader is still a little Taoist boy in the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain.

The second one is the one in front of him - the village chief of Biyou Village, Ma Xianhong!
Gong Qing, the man who almost started the second Jiashen Rebellion, even forced the old Taoist priest to come down the mountain to silence him.

Ma Xianhong is an existence that the company must eliminate even at the cost of being a villain.

This old man might be his first follower!
While Lin Quan was thinking, Bi Yuan had already arrived in front of them.

Bi Yuan walked slowly to Lin Quan and placed his skinny fingers on his wrist pulse.

Lin Quan only felt that the pulse at the three joints was heavy and rough like a rusty knife scraping bones, especially at the Chi part, and there was even a sign of intermittence when taking the Cun part - this was a dead pulse caused by the leakage of essence and energy from the five internal organs and the drying up of the marrow sea.

"Open your mouth and look at your tongue."

Bi Yuan's glasses flashed a cold light. Lin Quan had just opened his mouth when Bi Yuan's silver needle pressed against the tip of his tongue. "The two acupoints of Jin Jin Yu Ye are turning blue. The Yangming meridian qi is so weakened, yet you can still walk normally?"

The needle tip was gently rotated three times under the tongue, and the saliva brought out had strange silver spots in the moonlight.

A three-inch needle was inserted into the Weizhong point of the Foot-Taiyang Bladder Meridian at some point, and the end of the needle vibrated like a bee.

"When the Du channel reaches the Mingmen to Dazhui section, it feels like rotten wood when touched."

Bi Yuan's nails scratched across Lin Quan's back, leaving blue-gray meridian lines wherever they passed.

"Seven days ago at midnight, did you experience any electric shocks near the coccyx acupoint?"

Lin Quan's pupils suddenly shrank.

That night, when the axe slipped from his hand while chopping wood, a burning sensation shot from his tailbone to the back of his head. The old man suddenly thrust his fingers together at the Zhiyang acupoint, and a beast-like growl erupted from Lin Quan's throat.

Two rows of purple spots the size of copper coins appeared on both sides of his spine, shaped like centipede footprints, and were slowly moving up along the Foot Taiyang Meridian.

“It’s not ALS.”

Bi Yuan pulled out a deerskin needle bag from his suit's inner pocket. The nine meteorite iron needles shone like stars in the moonlight. "This is 'marrow atrophy', a congenital fetal toxin that blocks the eight extraordinary meridians. Modern instruments naturally can't detect it—"

"These decaying marrows are eating away at your motor nerves."

Bi Yuan suddenly inserted a three-edged needle into Lin Quan's Baihui acupoint, and black blood flowed along the Du channel to the Yaoshu point.

Seeing this, Ma Xianhong couldn't help but ask, "Can you stop the spread of the poison marrow?"

Bi Yuan's meteorite iron needles were inserted into the Baliao, Jinsuo and Xuanshu acupoints in turn, and the needle array unexpectedly matched the positions of the Big Dipper.

When the last needle was inserted into the Shendao acupoint, Lin Quan suddenly vomited half a bowl of smelly black water, in which there were golden threads swimming.

"Is this the embodiment of the innate Qi?"

Ma Xianhong's jade ruyi glowed with green light, and meridian projections appeared in the air.

The twelve main meridians in Lin Quan's body had become like dead trees, except for a ball of black gas in the middle of the Ren meridian that was devouring the golden thread.

Bi Yuan used a silver needle to pick up a golden thread. The Qi on the needle tip struggled like a living thing: "He should have died at birth, but for some reason he survived!"

"It's a miracle that you're still alive!"

"You are destined to die. Even if you cure this disease, others will find you."

"You're dead!"

"Now, if you want to change your fate, there is only one way!"

As he spoke, he suddenly inserted the golden thread back into the Tanzhong acupoint, and tortoise shell patterns suddenly appeared on Lin Quan's chest.

"Use the Self-Cultivation Furnace to rebuild your body and completely change the situation!"

After Bi Yuan finished speaking, the courtyard fell into silence for a while.

Bi Yuan's words sounded complicated, but both Ma Xianhong and Lin Quan, a pure layman, could understand them.

Lin Quan lowered his head, thinking in his heart.

According to Bi Yuan, his original body should have died long ago, but it was not until he traveled through time that he suffered from this disease.

After all, this is not the world I was in before. Destiny really exists here.

In other words, in this world, everyone's existence has an impact on the world.

It’s just that the size and weight of this influence determines this person’s fate.

For some unimportant people, it doesn’t matter whether they are dead or alive.

But some people, such as Feng Baobao, Lao Tianshi, Zhang Chulan and others.

These are the existences that have a huge impact on the world, so great that even sorcerers who can predict the future dare not easily spy on them.

The original body, that is, my own life, should have died long ago!
The only reason he hasn’t died yet is probably because he brought the system with him!

Lin Quan thought about it, raised his head and said to Ma Xianhong, "Village Chief Ma, I wonder if my illness can be cured?"

Ma Xianhong glanced at Bi Yuan, then stood up and said to Lin Quan, "Follow me!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Quan stood up and wanted to follow.

As soon as I stood up, I felt my body go limp and almost fell down.

Seeing this, Bi Yuan hurriedly supported him.

"Be careful, you are like a candle in the wind."

Lin Quan looked at the old man, nodded and thanked him, then slowly followed Ma Xianhong into the room.

After entering the room, Lin Quan saw what he had always dreamed of - the self-cultivation furnace!

(End of this chapter)