C2 Dongfang Yue

Tu Rui replied, "Your Highness, the third young master and the youngest young master are still alive."

Hmm? Looking at the old marshal's stunned expression, the old marshal quickly pushed everyone away and leaned over to take a breath. As expected, they were still alive.

"The heavens have finally opened their eyes. How could my Ming family die? Ahaha..." After saying that, he actually laughed out loud. "Somebody, quickly invite Miracle Doctor Li here. This is an emergency. Go!" A middle-aged man wearing a linen robe and carrying a medicine chest was brought in.

"Miracle Doctor Li, there is not much time left. Please treat him quickly!" The old marshal bowed.

The person who came did not answer. He walked to the bed and gently placed his thumb on the third young master, Ming Qixiu's right wrist. After a moment, he said indifferently, "The third young master is fine." Then, he walked to the youngest young master, Ming Yang's side and used the same method to diagnose his pulse. This time, the doctor did not speak for an hour and only shook his head faintly.

"Is there no hope?" The old marshal asked anxiously.

Miracle Doctor Li stroked his beard. "Otherwise, there is a strange power in his body that is even more ferocious and tyrannical than the purest Genuine Qi. Although it is not fatal now, I don't know when it will erupt. When it erupts, it will be too late to turn the situation around. Furthermore, the two most important veins in his body have been severely damaged. I'm afraid that he won't be able to complete it in the future." Even the usually calm Miracle Doctor Li couldn't help but frown. One must know that the continent of the primeval era was a place where the strong were respected. It was extremely cruel to not be able to cultivate martial skills.

Therefore, the old marshal hurriedly asked, "But I wonder if practicing martial arts can strengthen the body?"

Miracle Doctor Li shook his head. "The two broken meridians in this child's body are the most important Ren and Du meridians. Even if he cultivates martial arts in the future, he will probably not have a high achievement."

Hearing Miracle Doctor Li's words, the old marshal understood that his grandson was probably crippled. As for how long he could live, it was only a matter of time. The lifespan of ordinary cultivators in the primeval continent was about three to five hundred years. Even the most accomplished cultivators would only have a lifespan of a thousand years. Even if they were successful, if they couldn't wait for the envoys of the Cultivation Realm to arrive, they would still turn into a pile of yellow soil. Therefore, if he couldn't cultivate, he would be no different from ordinary people. After a hundred years, his grandson's lifespan would be coming to an end. Thinking of this, the old marshal couldn't help but feel a few decades older. "Someone, send Miracle Doctor Li. I hope that Miracle Doctor Li can keep today's matter a secret. Thank you!"

"Tu Rui!" The old marshal shouted.

"Your subordinate is here!" Usually, a person who appeared in the quiet courtyard would definitely be startled.

"Order everyone to keep the matter today a secret. Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!"

When Tu Rui heard this, he could already feel the killing intent that the old marshal was emitting.

"Understood!" The black shadow flashed and disappeared from the courtyard.

The next morning, the servant hurriedly ran over to report, "Reporting to the Patriarch, the Third Young Master has woken up."

The old marshal threw the military book in his hand and rushed straight to the Third Young Master's room. He grabbed the Third Young Master's hand and asked urgently, "Xiu'er, how do you feel now? Is there any discomfort? Sigh … It's all my fault. Back then, I insisted that a good man must fight in the battlefield, but in the end, your big brother and second brother died in the battlefield. Now, if anything happens to you, teach me how to face your mother!"

Ming Qixiu opened his empty eyes and weakly said, "Father, I am fine. It's just a little injury. I will be fine after resting for a few days." After saying that, he could still see the tears that were falling from the corner of his eyes. Even though he didn't say it, he was still sad in his heart.

The old marshal asked, "What kind of strength is that? Even you aren't his match?"

Ming Qixiu hesitated for a moment, but he still replied, "The person who came was a white-haired old man. As for his strength … I can't even take a single move from him. Cough, cough … That is a kind of power that cannot be resisted."

One had to know that none of the people in the Ming family were not geniuses in cultivation. Ming Qixiu was able to reach the Martial God Early Period at the age of thirty. It was no wonder that the old marshal was shocked.

"To be able to make you feel that power that cannot be resisted, could it be from the Cultivation Realm?" Old Marshal Ming asked doubtfully.

"No! I have also seen the power of the Cultivation Realm, but it is still far from being enough!" Ming Qixiu also sighed to himself.

"Could it be?" The old marshal opened his mouth wide in surprise and waited anxiously for Ming Qixiu's reply.

"That's right. You guessed it right. Just as I was unconscious, I vaguely heard something… Something like the Heavenly Lord of the Sungil Sect… Cough, cough…" He coughed violently again.

"The power of an Immortal is far beyond what we can handle. Sigh!" The old marshal sighed. He knew how difficult it was to take back his daughter-in-law. It was no different than ascending to the heavens.

"Father, I have a request. I hope that you will agree!"

Looking at the look in his son's eyes that begged him to agree, he knew what his son was thinking. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Forget it… Forget it… I will take good care of Lang'er. Whatever you want to do, don't worry. Just do it!" The old marshal seemed to have been relieved. He had seen through a lot of things.

At this moment, a servant came to report, "Reporting to the Patriarch, Madam is here!" Just as the servant finished speaking, he heard a loud roar from outside, "Ming Zhendong, you old bastard. If anything happens to my son, I will not let you off!" As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful middle-aged woman in her thirties entered the room.

The old marshal heard this and snorted. He turned his back and turned his face to the side.

"Mother, don't worry. Your son is fine. He just needs to recuperate for a few days!" Ming Qixiu replied helplessly. He had never seen his mother so gentle before.

"Don't worry? How can I not worry when you call me mother? I am really worried when you are with this old madman. Your elder brother and second brother are gone. I really don't want to lose your last son!" As she spoke, she glanced at the old marshal from time to time. The pitiful Dongfang Yue, who loved her son so much, also put down her carefree side and displayed the brilliance of her motherly love.

"Old witch, can you not take me with you? It's ridiculous!" After Old Marshal Ming finished speaking, he straightened his chest and placed his hands behind his back, as if he was encouraging himself.

In fact, everyone knew that every man who loved his wife would be conflicted when they had to choose between his wife and his face, especially in front of outsiders.

"I am the old witch? Am I still confused? Please, someone who has the ability to maintain his appearance has to make himself look like an old man who is about to enter the coffin. He even insisted that I am the old witch. I am confused, really…" In the end, Dongfang Yue was still a woman. Once she started quarreling, she would not give up. Dongfang Yue's tone was obviously sharp.

"That's right. I am not like some people who insist on putting on a flowery appearance when they are already a hundred years old. You don't have to be ashamed, do you? Old witch from the east…" It was obvious that the old marshal had been in the battlefield for so many years, and he was also a person who refused to lower his head.

"What's wrong with me? Alright… I think you want to fight with me today?" After saying that, he pulled out his sword.

"If you want to come, then come. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" After saying that, he also prepared to pull out the sword at his waist.

"Father, Mother, can you not quarrel the moment you see each other? Can't you sit down and eat a reunion meal peacefully? Cough…" After saying that, Ming Qixiu coughed again.

Seeing their injured son, the old couple naturally would not make a move again. Although they did not make a move, their eyes were still staring at each other. If their eyes could exchange blows, they believed that they had already exchanged more than a hundred blows. After this scene, the family sat down peacefully and ate a so-called reunion meal.