174: Remove the poison

Nalan Yanran and Ya Fei were also seeing Mo Yuhan release his strange flame for the first time. Feeling the immense vitality and destructive purifying power contained within the deep green flame, their eyes were filled with shock.

Nalan Yanran subconsciously covered her mouth, her gaze towards Mo Yuhan complex and unreadable.

Mo Yuhan ignored everyone's astonishment.

He formed profound hand seals, his Soul Power like the most precise instrument, controlling that wisp of deep green flame.

Under his guidance, the flame transformed into countless green threads, thinner than hair, gently covering Nalan Jie's skin, which was covered in dark red poison patterns, like docile water.

"Chii chii chii--!"

The moment the flame touched the poison, a violent reaction occurred! Like cold water dripping into a hot oil pan.

The dark red poison patterns seemed to come alive, twisting wildly, emitting dense black gas in an attempt to resist.

Piercing corrosive sounds and grating burning noises rang out. Nalan Jie's body trembled violently, his gaunt face instantly twisted, and large beads of sweat rolled down, clearly enduring immense pain.

But he gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl from his throat, stubbornly not crying out in pain.

Mo Yuhan was fully focused, fine beads of sweat also seeping from his forehead.

He meticulously controlled the flame's temperature and penetration depth, ensuring it could effectively burn the poison while avoiding scorching Nalan Jie's already fragile meridians and flesh.

The green flame threads were like the most agile cleaners, peeling away and incinerating those stubborn dark red poison patterns into nothingness, leaving only black smoke.

This process was extremely slow and precise.

In the quiet room, only the sizzling sound of the flame and Nalan Jie's suppressed heavy breathing remained.

Nalan Yanran watched her grandfather's painful appearance nervously, her fingernails digging deep into her palms, her eyes filled with heartache and worry.

Ya Fei stood to the side, her beautiful eyes fixed on Mo Yuhan's focused profile, her gaze filled with admiration and an inexplicable brilliance.

Time passed little by little.

An hour later.

Mo Yuhan's face was slightly pale, clearly indicating significant exhaustion.

He changed his hand seals, and the deep green flame covering Nalan Jie's body rapidly retracted into his body like a tide.

Looking at Nalan Jie again, although his face was still pale and his aura somewhat weak, the dense black gas and painful expression between his brows had significantly lessened.

The hideous dark red poison patterns on his arms and neck had faded by more than half, and their scope had also shrunk considerably.

Although not completely eradicated, about seventy to eighty percent of the toxins on his body surface had been removed.

"Huu...".

Nalan Jie exhaled a long breath of foul-smelling black gas, leaning against the soft cushion as if completely drained, but his eyes were much brighter, filled with the joy of surviving a catastrophe and immense gratitude!

"Good! Good! Good! Young Friend Mo, your great kindness needs no words! I feel... much lighter! This tormenting pain has lessened by more than half!"

"Grandfather!" Nalan Yanran rushed to the bedside in surprise, her eyes instantly reddening as she saw her grandfather's clearly improved complexion.

She looked up at Mo Yuhan, whose face was somewhat pale, her eyes filled with sincere gratitude and an inexpressible emotion: "Young Master Mo... Thank you! Truly... Thank you!"

At this moment, all her doubts about Mo Yuhan's age and ability had vanished like smoke, leaving only deep gratitude and shock.

This young man had truly accomplished something that even Pill King Gu He was helpless against!

Mo Yuhan adjusted his breathing for a moment, and his complexion regained some color.

He stood up and said to Nalan Jie: "Old Master, this is just the first step. The root of the toxins in your body is still deep in your bone marrow and needs to be slowly extracted.

I will come back every day when I have time to continue the detoxification. These next few days, you need to rest quietly and take the meridian-nourishing pills I will prescribe shortly. Do not recklessly use your fighting qi."

He took out paper and pen, quickly wrote a prescription, and handed it to Nalan Yanran.

"Good! Good! I will listen to Little Friend!"

Nalan Jie nodded repeatedly, now completely compliant with Mo Yuhan's words.

After the matter was settled, Mo Yuhan and Ya Fei prepared to take their leave.

Nalan Jie, supported by Nalan Yanran, insisted on seeing them to the door of the quiet room.

Looking at Mo Yuhan's young and tall back, the Old Master's eyes were full of admiration. He suddenly turned to Nalan Yanran beside him and, in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Mo Yuhan and Ya Fei to hear, said half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Yanran, look at Young Friend Mo. So young, yet extraordinarily strong, with a steady character. What's even rarer is that he possesses a strange flame, his future is boundless.

Standing together with you, you truly are a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman! Haha..."

These sudden words instantly made the atmosphere at the quiet room's entrance somewhat subtle.

Nalan Yanran's beautiful face instantly turned crimson, as if dyed with the most beautiful rouge.

She subconsciously wanted to retort, but the words caught in her throat. Looking at the playful smile in her grandfather's eyes and his joy after surviving a near-death experience, and then at Mo Yuhan's tall back in front.

Her mind involuntarily conjured up his calm and steady appearance, like a mountain, when he was focused on detoxifying, controlling the flame like a Divinity, and his righteous actions at the Mo Family... The words of rebuttal were actually stuck in her throat.

She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her snow-white teeth gently biting her lower lip, not making a sound.

That silent acquiescence, and the rare blush of shyness on her face, accentuated by her cool demeanor, appeared exceptionally moving.

Ya Fei stood beside Mo Yuhan, taking in Nalan Yanran's reaction completely.

Her captivating peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and her red lips curled into a meaningful smile, carrying a hint of imperceptible playfulness and scrutiny.

She extended her slender hand, very naturally, with a hint of declaring ownership, and gently took Mo Yuhan's arm, her full softness subtly pressing against his arm.

She smiled charmingly at Nalan Jie and Nalan Yanran, her voice still enchanting, but with a hint of imperceptible sharpness: "Old Master is joking. Our Yu Han, Younger Brother is still young. Right now, his mind is all on alchemy.

However, Younger Sister Yanran, with such stunning beauty, will surely find an even better husband in the future."

As she spoke, the grip on Mo Yuhan's arm tightened a few more points.

Mo Yuhan felt the astonishing elasticity coming from his arm and the rich sweet scent from Ya Fei's body, and then heard Nalan Jie's blunt words and Nalan Yanran's silent acquiescence. Even with his steady temperament, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward and his heart rate quicken.

He lightly coughed, cupped his hands to Nalan Jie and Nalan Yanran: "Old Master, please take care of your health. Miss Nalan, I'll take my leave."

With that, he almost