There are wounds everywhere and blood everywhere.

Ye Qian didn't say anything. He couldn't bear to look at him. He was now a ninth-grade alchemy master. Tan Wutong and his senior brother had many injuries that he could use elixirs to heal.

For example, the broken and smashed legs, the scarred chest, the bloody hands, and even the torn flesh of the face can be restored.

But some don't.

The eyes that had all been cut out, as well as the broken meridians and broken dantian all over the body, Ye Qian could not solve these.

For a cultivator, missing one eye will at best hinder the path. After all, the physical body is no longer intact, but if the meridians are completely severed and the Dantian is shattered, it means that the cultivation level is completely ruined and the path of cultivation is completely eliminated.

No cultivator can endure such a thing.

"I can save your life!"

Ye Qian said that he was willing to save the lives of casual people, and it didn't matter if he gave them some pills. Anyway, he was good at it.

"Where are the meridians and Dantian?"

Senior Brother He's calm tone was filled with endless despair, he knew the outcome.

"I can only save your life!"

Ye Qian was silent for a while and said truthfully. If he was injured like this and could save a life, he would be lucky enough to meet Ye Qian.
Chapter completed!