Chapter 1229 It hurts a bit

Ye Bufan looked at the medicinal ingredients in front of him; the first thing that caught his eye was a ginseng root as thick as a child's arm, glowing with a purplish-red hue and full of Spiritual Qi.

Not only was it wild ginseng, but it was also at least a thousand years old. He truly didn't know how the Miyamoto Family managed to find such excellent medicine.

Additionally, there was a ganoderma lucidum the size of a washbasin, which also clearly had a lifespan of over a thousand years.

While the other medicinal ingredients were not as valuable as these two, they were all extremely rare and good medicines: Holy Sun Grass, seven star flower, Black Bone Grass…

In short, all the Medicinal Pills he needed to refine the Holy Yuan Pill were complete; he had basically gathered everything.

“Not bad, truly not bad.”

Ye Bufan nodded in satisfaction.

It seemed his trip to the Great Dog Country this time had been truly profitable. These rare medicinal ingredients couldn't be bought with money alone; they also required connections, resources, and time.

Miyamoto Kazuki said, “Since Mr. Ye is satisfied, then let's begin refining the medicine.”

“Alright, but when I refine the medicine, it must be absolutely quiet, and I cannot be disturbed. All of you, please leave for now. No one is allowed to enter without my permission.

Otherwise, if it fails, even if your Miyamoto Family can find these medicinal ingredients again, there won't be enough time.”

“Please rest assured, I will immediately arrange for people to guard the door. No one will disturb you.”

Miyamoto Kazuki immediately retreated and had people guard Ye Bufan's door.

Although he didn't know if what the other party said was true or false, he couldn't afford to take the risk.

One must know that the Miyamoto Family had spent a lot of money and manpower to find these medicinal ingredients, and they absolutely could not be wasted casually. Moreover, Miyamoto Arataichi could not wait any longer.

After leaving the room, he quickly went to Miyamoto Hideki's room, intending to watch how Ye Bufan refined the medicine through surveillance.

However, as soon as he entered, he saw static on the large screen on the wall, indicating that the surveillance had failed again.

An enraged Miyamoto Hideki threw a punch, directly shattering the large screen.

Now it was certain that the other party had discovered his surveillance equipment and had the ability to disable it. Continuing to watch would be futile.

He looked at Miyamoto Kazuki: “Do you think that kid will try any tricks?”

“He shouldn't,” Miyamoto Kazuki said. “Changsun Dongju is currently in our hands, so he can only obey obediently. He shouldn't dare to play any tricks.

Furthermore, hasn't the Family Head already set up a net from heaven to earth?

Apart from the Qianmu Family, the other major Families have already agreed to our request and will soon send Heaven Rank experts.

By then, with our Miyamoto Family's Old Ancestor and several Martial Artists joining forces, even if that kid is

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a Dragon, he won't be able to make any waves.”

Hearing him, a look of smugness appeared on Miyamoto Hideki's face. All of this was arranged by him, and he couldn't imagine the other party having any possibility of escaping.

“Well said. Let him be smug for a while longer. Once my father is cured, we will immediately send her and her son to meet the Eight-headed Serpent God.”

The two waited in the room for a while when suddenly a rich aroma wafted over, a very strong medicinal fragrance.

“Why is this medicine so fragrant?”

Smelling this aroma, a look of joy appeared on Miyamoto Hideki's face: “It seems the one named Ye didn't lie to us. Having found so many valuable medicinal ingredients, he has indeed refined good medicine.”

Although he didn't understand Chinese medicine, judging from the aroma, this shouldn't be ordinary medicine.

Miyamoto Kazuki said, “The Young Family Head is right. To allow the Family Head to Breakthrough to the Saint Realm, some good medicine is indeed necessary.”

As the two were speaking, the door opened, and Ye Bufan walked out of the room.

Led by a Family member, he arrived at Miyamoto Hideki's room.

“I am all prepared. I only need to see my mother to begin treatment.”

“Alright, Ms. Changsun has arrived. Come with me.”

Miyamoto Hideki finished speaking and led the way out of the room, taking Ye Bufan to Miyamoto Arataichi's sickroom.

Upon entering, they saw Miyamoto Arataichi lying on the sickbed, and sitting on the nearby sofa was a beautiful woman, who was none other than Changsun Dongju.

After a few days, she hadn't changed much, only a faint trace of worry between her brows.

Beside her were two Miyamoto Family Elders guarding, both at the Celestial Realm Great Perfection level, showing how much the other party valued Changsun Dongju.

Upon seeing her son, her expression immediately brightened, then turned into immense worry: “Xiaofan, why are you here?”

She wanted to see her son, but she didn't want him to risk himself for her.

“Mom, I'm here to take you home.”

Ye Bufan was about to walk towards Changsun Dongju, but Miyamoto Hideki blocked his path.

“Mr. Ye, according to our previous agreement, it is not yet time for you to take Ms. Changsun back.”

He was very clear about Ye Bufan's cultivation. If he got too close, he might directly rescue Changsun Dongju. If he lost his hostage, he wouldn't be able to force the other party to treat his father.

Ye Bufan didn't say much, looking at his mother and asking, “Mom, how have you been lately? They haven't bullied you, have they?”

“No, I'm fine.”

Changsun Dongju nodded, her expression revealing an undisguised worry.

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She knew where this place was, and she knew the Miyamoto Family's strength. Her son coming alone would undoubtedly carry great risk.

“You rest here for a while. Once I cure their illness, we'll leave.”

Ye Bufan gave Changsun Dongju a confident smile, telling her not to worry, then turned and walked towards Miyamoto Arataichi's sickbed.

“Medical Immortal, can you treat my father now?”

The plan had reached its final stage, and Miyamoto Hideki was somewhat excited.

“Yes, starting now.”

Ye Bufan said, pulling out a small black Medicinal Pill and presenting it to Miyamoto Arataichi: “Eat this.”

“Medical Immortal, what kind of medicine is this?”

Miyamoto Hideki asked with some concern.

“Poison. To eat or not to eat?”

Ye Bufan looked at him intently and said.

“Uh…”

Miyamoto Hideki realized that he indeed had no choice now and could only retreat to the side, no longer speaking.

Ye Bufan put the Medicinal Pill into Miyamoto Arataichi's mouth: “This Medicinal Pill can help you regulate the Yin and Yang Qi within your body. I will perform acupuncture on you soon, but it will be a bit painful, so you must endure it.”

“It's fine, I am a Martial Artist of the Great Dog Country. A little pain is tolerable; it's nothing at all.”

Miyamoto Arataichi spoke very confidently. He was a Heaven Rank Great Perfection Realm expert, so how could he care about a little pain?

“That's good then.”

A barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of Ye Bufan's mouth as he casually pulled out a silver needle and thrust it towards the other party's chest.

Miyamoto Arataichi's expression was originally indifferent, even somewhat disdainful. As a Martial Artist of the Great Dog Country, he usually revered the Bushido spirit. He wasn't even afraid of death, so how could he care about a little pain?

Not to mention that the other party was only holding a tiny silver needle; even if it were a knife, he wouldn't frown.

But at the moment the silver needle entered his body, his expression instantly changed. An unprecedented sensation of pain impacted his brain nerves, almost making him unable to stop himself from crying out.

“It hurts!”

At this moment, he had an urge to curse. Damn, this wasn't just a little painful; it was simply heart-wrenching, so painful that he couldn't find suitable words to describe it.

Having lived for so many years, he had never felt such intense pain. He truly couldn't imagine how a silver needle could cause such great agony.

However, he had just boasted, and there were so many people watching. To maintain his image as a strong person, he could only desperately grit his back teeth, trying his best not to make a sound.