The Son-in-law Is The Reborn Drakenlord

2Du Shirong still remembered what Ye Yun said. The evil art was planted by Hu Qingshan. If he wanted to save her, he would definitely save her.    

    

Although Ye Yun said that even if he saved her, those who had been cultivated by Hu Qingshan would not live past thirty years old.    

    

But as a father, how could he care about that at this time?    

    

Looking at the begging face of Du Shirong, Hu Qingshan's face was full of pride, and his tone was full of ridicule.    

    

"Look, at this point of time, you still have to beg me. In today's world, the only one who can save your son is me, Hu Qingshan! If it was before I make my move... If you can offer me a hundred million, or even a few hundred million, then perhaps I will slowly make my own plan. First, I will save your son's life, but now..."    

    

Hu Qingshan sneered.    

    

"It's too late. The ant surnamed Ye is right. Your son still has two minutes left to live. Even the gods won't be able to save him. Besides, with your son's current condition, even if he is saved, he's also a cripple."    

    

Hu Qingshan retracted his Qi and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at Ye Yun.    

    

Kid, I will let you live for a few more minutes. Let's see what you can say.    

    

He knew that after listening to his words, Du Shirong would definitely beg the guy surnamed Ye.    

    

Sure enough, just as he finished his words.    

    

Du Shirong's body trembled, even though he still didn't believe that Ye Yun could be more powerful than him and save his son.    

    

But this was his last chance.    

    

He turned his head and rushed in front of Ye Yun, his eyes carrying a trace of hope.    

    

"Mr. Ye, please help me, please save my son!"    

    

Chung Wenzhong and Tung Yonghui also looked at Ye Yun closely.    

    

Ye Yun sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his eyes indifferent.    

    

"You want to save him? Kneel down and beg me."    

    

What?    

    

Kneel down and beg you?    

    

The crowd was stunned.    

    

They couldn't help but recall what Ye Yun had said to Chung Wenzhong.    

    

"Don't be in a hurry to leave. It won't be long before Du Shirong kneels down and begs me to treat his son."    

    

At that time, they thought that he was just trying to regain some face. Everyone was mocking him.    

    

They didn't think that this fellow would really dare to do so.    

    

Who was Du Shirong? He was a member of the province, and now you want a great figure to kneel down before you?    

    

Even the superiors in the department wouldn't dare to say such a thing!    

    

This was no longer arrogance, this was pure humiliation!    

    

Tung Yonghui immediately exploded.    

    

"Ye, do you know what you are saying? How dare you make Lord Du kneel down before you? I think you don't want to live anymore!"    

    

"Kid, even I dare not make Du Shirong kneel down and beg me. Your Qi is even stronger than mine!"    

    

Hu Qingshan said with a sneer.    

    

He didn't believe that a high ranking official of a province would kneel down to a brat like you.    

    

Not to mention whether his son could be saved or not.    

    

Even if he could be saved, you should ask someone to thank you after that.    

    

Chung Wenzhong remained silent.    

    

He was the one who knelt down before Ye Yun, but he didn't know what to say.    

    

After all, his master had always been strong. Asking him to kneel down before someone was indeed something more unbearable than killing him.    

    

Du Shirong was silent.    

    

A hint of resentment flashed across his face.    

    

It was humiliating for him to kneel down to a young man as a high ranking official of a province.    

    

Ye Yun glanced at the sickbed again and said plainly,    

    

"You can think about it slowly, but I have to remind you that your son can still live for thirty seconds."    

    

Du Shirong's body trembled violently when he heard this.    

    

Tung Yonghui, who was standing at the side, hurriedly said.    

    

"Sir, don't listen to him. Young Master Du is hopeless now. The poison is the seed of Master Hu. You even offered him a consultation fee of a few hundred million. If he could save him, he would have done it a long time ago. Even Master Hu said that he couldn't save him. How is it possible for this trash to do it?"    

    

He couldn't wait for Du Shirong's son to die.    

    

After all, Hu Qingshan had said that he couldn't save him. As long as Ye Yun couldn't save him, then he would win.    

    

In any case, he had paid five million for Du Shirong's son's medical expenses.    

    

Chung Wenzhong did not do anything. Instead, he invited a young kid who was trying to force Du Shirong to kneel down.    

    

Of course, the most important thing was that he believed that Ye Yun would not be able to save him.    

    

After all, even Master Hu was powerless. How could he do that?    

    

He believed that Du Shirong had the same idea, and that was why he hesitated.    

    

Now that Du Shirong couldn't hold it any longer, he hurriedly spoke to stop him.    

    

"Shut up!"    

    

Du Shirong shouted out loudly, his eyes were filled with coldness.    

    

"It's all because of you. My son's illness wasn't as serious as it was before. However, the dog shit you brought wasn't to save him. Instead, it was the one who caused my son's death. It was all because of you that I raised you as a junior. Now, it seems that... You have the same evil intentions as that dog! Trying to kill my son!"    

    

Tung Yonghui's face turned red and he almost vomited blood. His heart felt even colder.    

    

Although he knew that the other party had nowhere to vent his anger, he still blamed himself for his son's problem.    

    

However, after hearing these words, Tung Yonghui still felt uncomfortable.    

    

If an adult were to vent his anger elsewhere on him, he would instead feel that it would be an honor.    

    

But at this moment, he knew that he was finished.    

    

Regarding the matter of the adult's son, he was kind enough to do something bad.    

    

"Putong!"    

    

Du Shirong did not care about his ugly expression at all. After venting for a while,    

    

with a plop, he kneeled down in front of Ye Yun with a begging and repentant look on his face.    

    

"Godly Doctor Ye, I, Du Shirong, was wrong. I hope that you can save my son for the sake of my son's innocence and Wenzhong's sake!"    

    

Although he had the same thought as Tung Yonghui, he felt that Ye Yun might not be able to cure his son.    

    

But this was his last chance.    

    

Ye Yun sat on the chair with his hands placed naturally on both sides. He looked at his legs crossed and his expression was calm and relaxed.    

    

In front of him, the dignified chief of the province, Du Shirong, knelt respectfully on the ground, his face full of remorse as he waited for his parents to punish him.    

    

When they saw this scene, all the people present had complicated expressions on their faces.    

    

The words that Ye Yun said before that Du Shirong would kneel down and beg him to treat his illness still echoed in everyone's ears.    

    

At that time, everyone was laughing at Ye Yun's arrogant words, thinking that he was an idiot.    

    

Now, Du Shirong really knelt down.    

    

Ye Yun, who was being mocked by others, had done something that Hu Qingshan didn't even dare to dream about.    

    

Tung Yonghui looked dejected. He knew that he had lost. Even if Ye Yun couldn't cure his son in the end, he would still lose to Chung Wenzhong.    

    

Hu Qingshan's face was filled with coldness.    

    

Hmph, you sneaky brat. I don't believe that you can really cure this dead man. Let's see how you're going to end this!    

    

Even Chung Wenzhong had a complicated expression on his face.    

    

In the end, Lord Du Shirong, who was known as the most unyielding person in the province, still knelt down in front of Mr. Ye.    

    

That was true. In front of a True God like Mr. Ye, kneeling down was not an injustice at all!    

    

"I plead Mr. Ye to save me!"    

    

Seeing that Ye Yun was still silent, Du Shirong gritted his teeth and fell to the ground.    

    

"Get up."    

    

Ye Yun said lightly, then got up and walked to the hospital bed.    

    

"Kid, I want to see how you can resurrect a dying man!"    

    

Hu Qingshan had a cold smile on his face.    

    

Until now, he still did not believe that there was still someone in this world who could cure his disease.    

    

The other party was also an ordinary doctor who didn't know anything.    

    

Wasn't this a joke?    

    

Ye Yun ignored him and walked straight to the bedside.    

    

At this moment, Du Shirong's son was on the verge of death. His chest heaved up and down very slowly.    

    

Everyone on the scene stared at Ye Yun with their eyes wide open, as if they really wanted to know how he was going to save his son.    

    

"Pa!"    

    

Ye Yun raised his hand and slowly pressed down on the young man's lower abdomen.    

    

The next moment.    

    

A huge suction force was produced from his palm, like a black hole.    

    

The thick grayish-black death aura on the young man's body was pulled out from his body, crazily rushing towards his palm.    

    

Like a whale sucking in water, countless auras of death were instantly sucked dry.    

    

The young man's skin color immediately returned to its original color.    

3

    

"Chi!"    

    

Ye Yun retracted his palm and flicked his finger.    

    

A stream of green spiritual energy visible to the naked eye shot into the young man's dantian.    

    

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the young man's body emitted a vibrant green light, as if a withered tree had just come back to life.    

    

The blood vessels in the young man's body rapidly swelled up, and one could even see the flowing blood inside.    

    

Not long after, Du Shirong's son's originally dry and dry body began to fill up at a visible rate.    

    

His face began to turn red, and his skin began to shine.    

    

When the green light disappeared, the mummified person on the hospital bed had returned to his original appearance.    

    

Everyone looked at this scene in a daze.    

    

Although it also looked like a dried corpse had been filled up.    

    

However, there was a huge difference between Hu Qingshan's attack and Ye Yun's.    

    

After the former attacked, the young man seemed to have recovered.    

    

However, his face and skin were still like a dead man, greyish and lifeless.    

    

It gave off an aura of death that could be seen by ordinary people.    

    

After Ye Yun attacked, the aura of death disappeared completely. The youth's face was red and full of vitality.    

    

Even the hair sac on his head that had fallen off a lot of his hair had a little bit of black hair.    

    

The former seemed to be cheering for the dried corpse, while the latter awakened the life force of the dried corpse and helped him recover quickly.    

    

Between the two, the one who was higher and the one who was lower was the true Divine Immortal technique. Anyone with discerning eyes would be able to tell at once.    

    

Ye Yun circulated the death Qi he absorbed into his Dantian and instantly turned it into his true essence.    

    

What surprised him was that the pure death Qi that the youth had accumulated for three years was actually enough for him to break through a small realm.    

    

Now, his cultivation had also reached the fourth level of Qi Refining.    

    

Ye Yun was surprised for a moment, and then he came to a realization.    

    

That was true. This death Qi was, after all, the nourishment of a person's blood essence.    

    

Furthermore, this person was born with vigorous blood essence. The death Qi that he nurtured was much purer.    

    

It wouldn't be strange if it could help him break through a small realm.    

    

The Chaotic Body Refining Divine Art that Ye Yun cultivated could absorb all the qi in the world for his own use.    

    

He withdrew his hand, stood up, and looked back at Du Shirong.    

    

"It's done."    

    

However, Du Shirong did not react at all. Since he was staring at the person on the bed with his mouth agape,    

    

it was not just him. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock. They looked at everything with dull expressions.    

    

The person on the bed was breathing evenly at this time. His face was rosy, like an ordinary person who had fallen asleep.    

    

The illness that Hu Qingshan had planted was something that even he himself couldn't do anything about.    

    

The person who was about to stop breathing in a few seconds.    

    

However, Ye Yun, who no one had ever taken a fancy to, was saved with just a simple inhalation and a flick of his finger.    

    

What was even more shocking was his ability to save people.    

    

The suction force was like a black hole.    

    

A vibrant green spirit energy.    

    

Just like the legendary god, with a tap of his finger, the dried branches began to sprout and grow flowers.    

    

Ye Yun's means had given people the feeling that this was the case.    

    

The true means of Divine Immortal!