Chapter 131: Taking a Turn for the Better

Primordial Yin Qi!

A shocking amount of dense Primordial Yin Qi was quietly emanating from Chen Xiafang’s body like a hidden current!

Yang Xun’s eyes flew open, his pupils constricting as a look of intense, pleasant surprise washed over his face.

He never would have imagined that Chen Xiafang’s body contained such abundant Primordial Yin Qi!

And its density was in no way inferior to the virginal Primordial Yin Qi that Sister Mi Ting had released back then!

This was likely because Chen Xiafang had been a widow for many years. The Primordial Yin Qi in her body had been building up for a long time, never once depleted by a man. Over the years, it had accumulated to a frightening degree.

Yang Xun was ecstatic. He immediately activated the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, continuously drawing the overwhelming Primordial Yin Qi into his Dantian.

His Dantian was like a parched land welcoming a timely rain, greedily devouring every wisp of Primordial Yin Qi. The total amount of his True Qi began to climb at a visible rate.

Incredible!

This is incredible!

’I can’t believe giving Aunt Chen acupuncture would have this kind of unexpected benefit!’

However, Yang Xun didn’t lose himself in the pleasure of absorbing the Primordial Yin Qi. He quickly turned his attention back to Chen Xiafang’s physical condition.

He focused his senses on the changes in the meridians around the Silver Needles, the pleasant surprise on his face growing ever stronger.

The meridians in Chen Xiafang’s liver region, once as blocked as a dried-up riverbed, were already nearly thirty percent cleared after being repeatedly flushed by his True Qi!

In those channels that had been dry and cracked, there were signs of Qi and blood flowing once more. Although still faint, it was tangible life force!

The results of the treatment were far better than he had anticipated!

Besides, the time for the acupuncture was about up. If he continued any longer, Chen Xiafang’s body wouldn’t be able to take it.

"Aunt Chen, don’t touch it anymore. The acupuncture session is over."

Yang Xun wiped the smile from his face and said sternly.

"Ah?"

Chen Xiafang’s jade-like hand, which had been stroking him, paused for a moment. She looked up, bewildered. "It’s over already?"

"Yes, I have to take out the Silver Needles right away. If we go over the time limit, it’ll be bad for your body."

Yang Xun urged her on, his tone earnest and his expression serious.

"O-Okay!"

Hearing this, Chen Xiafang reluctantly let go.

Her five fingers slowly slid off the scorching hot thing. The moment her fingertips left, the searing heat lingered in her empty palm, as if she had lost something incredibly important.

Chen Xiafang stared blankly at her palm, an indescribable sense of loss welling up in her heart.

’This young man... is just too captivating.’

’So big and hot, and so heavy in my hand. That unique sense of masculine power and impact was almost enough to make a widow like me drown in it.’

’For a moment, she really envied the three women who had been with Yang Xun.’

’Making love with a man like this... must be pure bliss, right?’

Chen Xiafang quickly shook these ridiculous thoughts from her mind, bit her lip gently, and tried not to think about it anymore.

Yang Xun didn’t notice Chen Xiafang’s odd behavior. He was now completely focused on the task of removing the needles.

His fingers were incredibly nimble as he removed the Silver Needles from Chen Xiafang’s body one by one. With each one he pulled, he would gently wipe the acupoint with True Qi to seal it completely and prevent any Qi and blood from leaking out.

After removing all twenty-three Silver Needles, Yang Xun wiped them clean and returned them to his needle pouch.

Then, he reached out his right hand again, placing three fingers on Chen Xiafang’s wrist. A thread of True Qi seeped inside as he carefully examined the changes within her body.

A moment later, Yang Xun’s eyes lit up, an irrepressible look of pleasant surprise appearing on his face.

’Her liver cirrhosis is improving!’

’And not just by a little—it’s improved a lot!’

The liver meridians, which had been so blocked they were nearly necrotic, were now almost thirty percent clear. Although the Qi and blood were still faint, they had begun to flow again. At this rate, with another two or three acupuncture sessions and some medicinal baths to supplement the treatment, Chen Xiafang’s liver cirrhosis could be completely cured!

"Xiaoxun, what are you so happy about?"

Chen Xiafang asked suspiciously, seeing the look of pleasant surprise all over Yang Xun’s face.

Yang Xun looked up, his face beaming with an excited smile. "Aunt Chen, your condition has improved a lot! Two more acupuncture sessions and a few medicinal baths, and you’ll be completely cured! After I give you another treatment tomorrow, I’ll write you a prescription. Then you just have to take the medicinal baths according to my instructions!"

"What?!"

Chen Xiafang’s whole body trembled. Her face was a mask of disbelief, and her voice shook. "Xiaoxun, my illness... is it really going to be cured?"

Yang Xun nodded emphatically. "Absolutely!"

"AAAAAAH! This is wonderful!!"

The moment she received confirmation, Chen Xiafang was as excited as a little girl.

She could be a normal person again, no longer tormented by illness, no longer a burden to her daughter, no longer worrying day and night that she wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.

For a woman who had been given a death sentence by the hospital, this was nothing short of a miracle from heaven!

She was so excited she practically danced with joy, tears streaming from her eyes. She lunged off the bed and threw her arms around Yang Xun’s waist!

"Xiaoxun! Thank you! Thank you!!"

Chen Xiafang pressed her face tightly against Yang Xun’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing.

She wasn’t wearing anything.

Her fair, voluptuous, mature body was now pressed tightly against Yang Xun’s, completely bare.

Her full breasts were squashed against his chest like two soft cotton balls, and he could clearly feel their supreme softness even through his T-shirt.

BOOM!!

It was as if a bomb had gone off in Yang Xun’s brain, instantly turning it blank.

The wicked fire in his body felt like it had been doused in a bucket of gasoline, flaring up instantly. That thing between their pressed bodies jabbed against her, hard and scorching like iron.

Yang Xun’s reason crumbled in that instant. As if moved by a will of their own, his hands wrapped around Chen Xiafang’s slender waist and pulled her fiercely into his embrace!

"Nnngh~~"

The moment he pulled her tight, Chen Xiafang’s entire body trembled slightly, and a seductive gasp escaped her lips.

Her breathing suddenly quickened, her chest heaving violently, and her pretty face instantly flushed crimson.

She slowly lifted her head, her tear-filled, almond-shaped eyes gazing directly at Yang Xun.

Their eyes met.

Yang Xun’s eyes were bloodshot, his breathing heavy. They were filled with a scorching desire, like a beast that had long been dormant. But he still possessed one last shred of reason and was fighting a frantic battle against the lust in his heart.

Seeing this, Chen Xiafang understood everything.

After a second of silence, she slowly reached out with her slender, fair right hand, reaching between their bodies and gently grasping him.

The moment her fingertips made contact, Yang Xun shuddered.

"Xiaoxun, thank you for treating me. Whatever you want to do... you can!!"

Chen Xiafang looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes hazy, her breathing ragged, her lips slightly parted.

And her hand began to stroke him gently.

"Aunt Chen, you’re so beautiful!!"

With that, Yang Xun slowly lowered his head, his lips gently covering Chen Xiafang’s sexy, alluring red lips.

"Mmph..."

Chen Xiafang closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Her hands, resting on Yang Xun’s chest, weakly clenched his T-shirt.

Yang Xun’s tongue gently pried open her pearly teeth, and their tongues intertwined, making a sound that made the heart race.

At the same time, Yang Xun’s large hand slowly moved up from Chen Xiafang’s waist and covered her breathtakingly full, proud breasts. His palm sank into their soft, scorching fullness, and he began to knead them gently...