Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Mr. Han, you're too kind. Just call me Lu Feng."

Lu Feng was also taken aback by Han Che's sudden bow, then gestured for him to stand up.

"No! The order of rank and hierarchy, the distinction between superiors and inferiors, are ancestral precepts left by past emperors. How dare this old servant overstep them...!"

Shaking his head again, Han Che remained bowed, clearly very stubborn. "Besides, this old servant's life was saved by the Duke, so I should... cough cough cough cough!"

Before he could finish speaking, Han Che's face turned pale, and he coughed up blood again. At the same time, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Mr. Han, are you injured?"

"Cough cough cough! No, it's nothing, it's just that an old ailment has flared up again...!"

Lu Feng was about to step forward to check Han Che's injuries when he saw the latter wave his hands repeatedly. At this moment, a stubborn look appeared on his aged face, clearly indicating that he did not want to trouble the other party because of such a small matter.

"Old Han, has your internal injury worsened again?"

Seeing this, Lu Feng also remembered something and couldn't help but frown slightly.

When he first met Han Che in Luochuan Prefecture, he sensed that although the other party's Yuan energy aura was thick and powerful, reaching the eighth level of the Spirit Soul Realm, it was faintly weak, indicating that he had hidden injuries in his body!

After the Yun family rebellion, Han Che's internal injuries had obviously worsened. Otherwise, he wouldn't be vomiting blood so much that he couldn't even stand up right now!

"My lord, old slave..."

"No need for further words, let me see for myself."

Han Che was about to decline again, but Lu Feng interrupted him with a raised hand, saying firmly, "Elder Han, do you not even obey my orders as the Duke of Fan?"

"This old servant dares not!"

Seeing Lu Feng's firm stance, Han Che dared not refuse. He could only put away his crutch and stand up, while dispersing the protective energy around his body.

Swish!

Just as Han Che dissipated the protective Yuan energy around his body, Lu Feng also extended his right palm forward and then heavily pressed it into the former's abdomen, Dantian, like a flesh wedge, suddenly injecting a surge of pure Yuan energy.

"This is...poison?"

As a large amount of pure Yuan energy was injected into Han Che's dantian, Lu Feng's brows gradually furrowed, and his expression became solemn.

Just as he had imagined, the other party did indeed have hidden injuries in his body, and it seemed that they had been accumulating for many years.

Beep...!

All that could be seen inside Han Che's dantian was a pitch-black, incomplete mess, as if it had been corroded beyond recognition by some kind of toxin. Blood was dripping everywhere, and there was hardly a single piece of intact flesh. It looked terrifying and utterly broken!

However, Lu Feng had no idea what kind of poison Han Che was suffering from.

After all, he knew nothing about the art of poison refining; he was a complete novice.

"Heh, this little guy named Han Che is really tough. With only the eighth level of the Spirit Soul Realm, he can withstand the corrosive effects of the Crimson Flame Poison and survive. It's quite interesting..."

Just as Lu Feng was feeling surprised, a playful, aged voice suddenly reached his ears.

"ancient?"

Slightly taken aback by the voice, a strange look flashed across Lu Feng's face the next moment. "You've really woken up at the right time this time...!"

After all, among all the martial artists and civil and military officials present, the only person who could call Han Che, the number one expert in Luochuan Prefecture, "little guy" was probably Gu Canyang, an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

Moreover, judging from Gu Canyang's words, it seems that the other party has also seen through the strange and mysterious nature of the poison in Han Che's body.

"Hehe, a mere wisp of Crimson Flame Poison is naturally no match for my discerning eyes."

Gu Canyang's voice came again from inside the treasure basin, his tone still dismissive, as if he also thought Lu Feng was making a fuss over nothing.

"Ancient, that's wonderful! I'm completely clueless about the art of poison concoction, and I'm currently struggling to figure out how to neutralize this poison...!"

Seeing that Gu Canyang was very knowledgeable, Lu Feng was also slightly pleased and excited.

After all, Han Che had not only served the Ren family for many years, but had also followed Consort Ren Xuan all the way to the present. He was hardworking and loyal, so Lu Feng naturally had to protect his life.

In addition, Chen Jinnan, the former commander of the Imperial Guard, is already dead. If Han Che, the number one expert in Luochuan Prefecture, were to die as well, the Ren family's strength would be greatly weakened, which is something Lu Feng does not want to see.

Because if the Ren family’s strength is weakened, Ren Xuanfei’s personal safety will not be guaranteed. Lu Feng cannot be by Ren Xuanfei’s side at all times, so saving Han Che’s life is basically advantageous!

"To neutralize the Crimson Flame Poison?"

"Young Master Lu, are you kidding me?"

Faced with Lu Feng's suggestion, Gu Canyang stroked his long beard, then revealed a mocking smile, "Not to mention that the Crimson Flame Poison is a deadly poison originating from the mid-level Heaven-rank demonic beast 'Crimson Flame Scale Serpent,' ordinary Yuanhai Realm martial artists would die upon contact, and almost no one dared to touch it."

"My physical body is now completely destroyed, leaving only a wisp of my soul. Even if I wanted to detoxify, it would be too late..."

Gu Canyang continued speaking slowly, seemingly aware of the origin of the wisp of Crimson Flame Poison in Han Che's body, but also at a loss for the time being.

After all, the Crimson Flame Poison not only originated from the mid-level Heaven-rank demon beast "Crimson Flame Scale Serpent", but its toxicity was far greater than the Bone-Melting Powder that Liao Fusheng had spread back then. With Gu Canyang's current remnant soul body, it was obviously difficult to deal with it!

However, what intrigued Lu Feng was that Han Che was merely a martial artist at the eighth level of the Spirit Soul Realm. How could he withstand the erosion of the Crimson Flame Poison and survive? It was simply a miracle!

"How could this happen...!"

Thinking of this, Lu Feng frowned again, and then slowly withdrew the Yuan Power from his right palm.

"My lord, there's no need to waste time. The Crimson Flame Poison within this old servant is almost incurable, and my fate was sealed fifteen years ago...!"

Seemingly sensing Lu Feng's thoughts, Han Che shook his head again, his face filled with sorrow, clearly having resigned himself to his fate.

About fifteen years ago, he was hunted down by a group of Wusheng Sect experts. In order to break out of the encirclement, Han Che took a risky move and deliberately led the group of Wusheng Sect experts into the territory of a mid-level Heaven-rank demon beast called "Crimson Scale Serpent", playing a game of killing with a borrowed knife!

This risky "borrowing a knife to kill" move saved Han Che's life, but it also unfortunately infected him with a trace of Crimson Flame Poison.

The reason he has managed to survive until now is entirely due to the fact that the poisoning was not severe. At the same time, he would periodically reverse his cultivation technique, actively destroying most of his dantian in order to temporarily curb the spread of the Crimson Flame Poison.

This is also why Han Che's internal injuries have not healed to this day, and why his dantian has become dilapidated and incomplete, bleeding incessantly, with not even a single piece of intact flesh!

"Damn it! Is there really no other way?"

Hearing Han Che's words, Lu Feng also felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, this feeling of helplessness and being at a loss was really unpleasant to him!