The sun was shining at noon, and in a gorgeous inner sanctuary, a young man was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the inner sanctuary.

He was naked, surrounded by four furnaces, which burned with crimson flames.

The blazing fire was constantly baking the young man in the middle, and the young man was red and sweating like a spring.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to notice that there is a faint trace of black substance flowing out of the boy's body.

The young man's name is Yan Hongchen, the only son of Yan Jiangbei, the lord of Yangui City, and it is said that Yan Hongchen was poisoned by thieves when he was still an infant.

At that time, the thief took advantage of the gap between Yan Jiangbei and sneaked into the City Lord's Mansion to break into Yan Hongchen's room.

Just when the thief raised his palm and was about to kill Xue Hongchen, Yan Hongchen's mother, Li, tried her best to protect the child.

It was this palm, the energy directly penetrated through Li's body, and also injured Yan Hongchen, Li used his last strength to call for help, and the thief gave up the idea of continuing to act.

It was this palm that made Yan Hongchen completely lose his biological mother, but Yan Hongchen survived by luck because his mother blocked most of the injuries, even so, he fell into a stubborn illness, and he was riddled with cold and poison since he was a child, and he was weak and sick.

His father Yan Jiangbei knew that he owed Yan Hongchen, and he had always loved him, looking for doctors and medicines everywhere for Yan Hongchen.

In order to let Yan Hongchen live a normal life, even if it is just a simple and ordinary life, it is enough.

"Old Feng, how is my son's condition?" Yan Jiangbei asked cautiously to an old man beside him.

Yan Jiangbei is tall and straight, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with sword eyebrows like ink, and there is a faint sharpness in his eyes.

I saw that his face was handsome, but with that body it was not out of harmony, and he was domineering with an elegant atmosphere, and he bent down respectfully at this time to ask.

The old man in front of him was full of white hair, wearing a white coat Sheng Xue, his figure was short compared to Yan Jiangbei, although he was a man in his twilight years, his face was ruddy, and he was not old at all.

He wisped his long beard and replied slowly: "Lord Yancheng, after more than ten years of hard work, I think the toxins on Hongchen's body are almost better, I believe it will be cured in less than half a day, but..."

"But it doesn't matter," Yan Jiangbei seemed to be very prepared, as if nothing could surprise him, and he had been carrying a guilty heart all the time in the past sixteen years.

"The dragon vine grass incense is strong and domineering, and the poison in Hongchen's body is cold, although it is forced to force the poison out, but the meridians in its body have long shrunk after so many years of ice and fire, and it is impossible to cultivate in the future!" Feng Lao sighed regretfully.

Feng Lao's name is "Feng Xueling", because he owed the Yan family a great favor to the previous generation of the head of the Yan family when he was young, so he was willing to stay in the Yan family as a guest.

He has specialized in medical skills all his life, and his skill of rejuvenation has long been famous, and he has the honorific title of "living immortal" in Yanguicheng.

"Feng Lao has tried his best, where does Jiangbei dare to expect too much, if it weren't for you, Xiao'er's life would have been long gone, please don't mind," Yan Jiangbei said seriously.

Just as they were talking, the black venom on Yan Hongchen's body flowed out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, with a wave of Feng Lao's palm, a force of the five elements made the surrounding Ding Furnace flames suddenly become stronger and stronger.

Yan Hongchen looked like Wenwen's weak body, but he gritted his teeth strongly, and he didn't cry out because of the sharp pain coming from his body.

At this time, part of the skin on his body had been scalded to the point of overflowing with blood droplets, and a handsome face that was still childish was full of determination.

Maybe it's because there is no mother's love, or maybe it's that weak body, which has been tormented by stubborn diseases every day and night for sixteen years.

After years of suffering, it is not difficult to see that his mind is no longer understandable to ordinary people.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Hongchen was awakened by Feng Xueling, and at this time he opened his eyes and stood up.

Suddenly he felt a different change in his body, no longer as cold as before, and the warmth brought by every inch of skin made him very comfortable for a while.

"It's been sixteen years, and I, Yan Hongchen, have finally survived, mother, have you seen it? You can rest assured in the spirit of heaven," Yan Hongchen muttered silently in his heart.

Yan Hongchen respectfully saluted Fengxue Ling, father and son looked at each other, and how many words were already in their words.

Yan Jiangbei has also broken his heart for him for so many years, every time he thinks of it, his heart is warm, if it weren't for Yan Jiangbei's careful care, I'm afraid Yan Hongchen would have been unable to bear the pain of treatment and committed suicide.

Looking at the father and son at this time, Feng Xueling is also happy, and he also loves Yan Hongchen very much, you must know that he has almost never left the treatment for more than ten years, it can be said that Yan Hongchen is brought up by Feng Xueling.

Yan Jiangbei passed in a guard at this time, this person is five big and three thick, with a thick face and dark skin, as his name is called, Black Tiger, is Yan Jiangbei's most trusted subordinate.

"Tell me not to leak out the news of my son's stubborn recovery. ”

The black tiger should "yes" turn around and walk out of the inner sanctum, without a trace.

Looking at the direction in which the black tiger went out, Yan Jiangbei's eyes instantly became cold, thinking about that day sixteen years ago, but now it still feels like yesterday.

That day, the gang of thieves broke up Yanjiangbei in order to attack the wife and son in the house, which made him absolutely revenge, and until now Yanjiangbei has not traced the murderer.

According to Feng Xueling's speculation, the person who attacked Yan Hongchen when he was a baby sixteen years ago was an evil cultivator who had cultivated poison skills, and according to the poison on Yan Hongchen's body, this person's poison skills were very profound.

Yan Jiangbei asked himself if he had offended this kind of evil person, plus he was the head of the Yan family's generation and the identity of the lord of a city, so there were not many people who would provoke him without long eyes.

The only possibility is that the evil cultivator was a killer hired with a lot of money, and he thought of the method of being able to support himself at that time, and also support most of the troops of the City Lord's Mansion.

It is not difficult to imagine that the person's scheming is very likely to be someone lurking around him, or has been planning for a long time, since there is one time, of course there will be the next time.

Over the years, I have been more careful that they have no chance to start, but they are not sure that they will be negligently exploited in the future, so the temporary blockade of the news of Hongchen's recovery is a guarantee of his safety.

In the early morning of the next day, the recovered Yan Hongchen walked out of the room and felt the warmth brought by the morning sun.

At this time, he slowly walked out of the side courtyard where he lived, Yan Jiangbei had already explained that he should not be ostentatious about his recovery from a stubborn illness, so of course he had to do it back.

Pushing open the courtyard door, he bent down slightly as usual, covered his mouth with one hand and walked slowly, with Yan Hongchen's signature posture, walking and occasionally coughing.