Chapter 183: Please Sleep With My Wife

"Why don’t you sleep with Weiwei!"

The moment he said it, everyone present was completely dumbfounded.

Yang Xun stared at Zhang Jingshi by the door in utter disbelief, completely frozen in place as if he’d been struck by lightning.

His mind was buzzing. He simply couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

While he and Teacher Murong had indeed been extremely intimate before—she had even helped him satisfy his needs in ’that’ way—it was a secret known only to the two of them.

But now?

He was being asked to sleep with another man’s wife in front of her husband, father-in-law, mother-in-law, and even her grandfather-in-law!

The whole situation was explosive. Even with his thick skin, he was so mortified he felt his toes trying to dig through the floorboards.

Meanwhile, Zhang Bo, Jia Yajie, and Zhang Hui were so shocked their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

They never would have imagined that Zhang Jingshi, the patriarch of the Zhang Family and a man who valued propriety above all else, would say such a thing—letting another man sleep with his own granddaughter-in-law!

"Grandpa, what are you saying?!"

Zhang Hui was the first to snap. His face contorted with anger and humiliation as he roared, his eyes bloodshot, "Weiwei is my wife! Your granddaughter-in-law! How could you let an outsider... do something like this? Have you gone senile?!"

Immediately after, Zhang Bo and Jia Yajie also rushed forward to argue with Zhang Jingshi. To them, this suggestion was utterly preposterous.

"Dad, this is no joking matter!"

Zhang Bo frowned and said urgently, "The Zhang Family is, at the very least, a respected medical family in Zhonghai City! If word of this got out, how could we ever show our faces again?"

"Yes, Dad! Hui’er is right. How can we let an outsider handle something like this?"

Jia Yajie chimed in in agreement.

Despite being contradicted by all three of them, Zhang Jingshi remained unhurried, his wrinkled face as calm as still water.

He glanced at the three of them and said in a heavy tone, "You’ve studied medicine under me your entire lives. Do you remember what I’ve told you about alchemical pills?"

Hearing this, Zhang Bo and Jia Yajie exchanged a look, both slightly taken aback.

Then, they both nodded slowly.

Zhang Jingshi had once told them about the records of alchemical pills in ancient texts.

They clearly remembered that in this world, only the legendary Cultivators could use True Qi to activate medicinal energies and refine true alchemical pills!

Zhang Jingshi nodded slowly, his gaze profound. "That’s right. What Weiwei just took was not an ordinary pill at all, but an alchemical pill! And one refined by a Cultivator, no less!"

"How is that possible!"

At this, Zhang Hui retorted emotionally, pointing at Murong Wei on the bed. "Weiwei told me it was just an ordinary pill, not an alchemical pill! And Yang Xun also said it was just a pill that could temporarily suppress the cold energy!"

"Hmph!"

Zhang Jingshi snorted coldly, the two walnuts in his hand creaking under his grip as he scolded, "Foolish! How could an ordinary pill possibly suppress the cold poison in Weiwei’s body? You all know that her cold poison is a strange illness that our Zhang Family has poured all its resources into, scouring ancient texts and consulting countless famous doctors, yet failed to cure! Could a mere ordinary pill have such a potent effect and trigger such a terrifying backlash?"

As soon as he finished, a deathly silence fell over the room.

Zhang Bo and Jia Yajie stared at each other, their minds reeling. The old master was right. The Zhangs had been completely helpless against Murong Wei’s strange illness. How could a simple pill have such an immediate and violent effect?

But soon, a thought struck Zhang Hui. He whipped his head around, his gaze landing squarely on Yang Xun. His pupils contracted violently, and his voice trembled with astonishment as he asked, "Divine Doctor Yang... You... you’re a Cultivator?!"

Originally, Yang Xun had no intention of revealing that he was a Cultivator. The implications were too great, and if word got out, it would undoubtedly lead to endless trouble. But things had come to this. Zhang Jingshi had already laid everything bare, and Murong Wei’s life was hanging by a thread. He couldn’t hide it any longer.

Yang Xun took a deep breath. Meeting the shocked gazes of the Zhangs, he could only nod slowly and admit in a low voice, "Yes, I am indeed a Cultivator. The Crimson Sun Pill that Teacher Murong took just now was an alchemical pill I refined with my True Qi."

BOOM!

Yang Xun’s admission was like a bombshell exploding in the room.

The Zhangs were all stunned. They stared at Yang Xun, mouths agape, their breathing hitched.

A Cultivator!

This was the first time they had ever seen a living, breathing Cultivator in real life!

A mysterious being with transcendent power, someone who should only exist in ancient texts and legends, was standing right in front of them—and he was just a young man in his early twenties!

Just then, Murong Wei, who was lying on the bed suffering the torment of both fire and ice, managed to pry her eyes open.

She glanced at Yang Xun in surprise. Though her body was in agony, her eyes were filled with disbelief.

’I can’t believe my own student has become a legendary Cultivator. No wonder he could tell I’d had IVF. No wonder he had a Crimson Sun Pill...’

But she was in too much pain to even speak, so she said nothing more, only breathing an inward sigh of relief.

’As long as Yang Xun is here,’ she thought, ’I can be saved.’

"Then why... why didn’t Weiwei tell me?"

Zhang Hui looked confused, glancing from Murong Wei on the bed to Yang Xun.

’If it was an alchemical pill, why did my wife lie and say it was an ordinary one?’

Yang Xun immediately explained, "That was my fault. I didn’t want to reveal my identity as a Cultivator for fear of attracting unnecessary trouble, so I didn’t tell Teacher Murong the truth. I only said it was a recipe for an ordinary pill left to me by my grandfather."

"And that," Zhang Jingshi declared, "is why I told him to have relations with Weiwei!"

Zhang Jingshi looked over the crowd, his gaze finally landing on Yang Xun. His tone became incredibly grave as he said, "Right now, the scorching medicinal power of the Crimson Sun Pill and the extreme cold energy in Weiwei’s own body are clashing violently. A mortal body simply cannot withstand such extreme, alternating energies! Hui’er, you tried just now. Not only did you fail, but you also injured yourself. That is the best proof!"

Zhang Jingshi paused, then continued emphatically, "Only a Cultivator can do this. A Cultivator’s body is protected by True Qi, allowing them to withstand this torment of ice and fire. Through the union of yin and yang, they can channel the excess medicinal power out of her. Otherwise, you can only stand by and watch as Murong Wei’s meridians shatter and her body explodes!"

"But..."

Yang Xun opened his mouth but fell silent again.

He really didn’t dare to speak at a time like this.

Zhang Bo and Jia Yajie exchanged a glance and also fell silent.

As doctors, they knew the old master was telling the truth. If they didn’t follow this method, Murong Wei would certainly die.

Of course, they didn’t want to just watch their daughter-in-law’s body explode, but this treatment method was tantamount to personally making their own son a cuckold. As parents, how could they force their son to accept such a humiliation?

For a moment, the room was terrifyingly quiet, the only sound being Murong Wei’s pained gasps.

All eyes fell on Zhang Hui.

He was Murong Wei’s husband, the one with the most right to make the final decision.

Zhang Hui’s fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. His face was a mask of shifting colors, his chest heaving violently as he fought an unprecedented internal battle.

’Letting another man sleep with my wife, right in front of me... No man could accept such a profound humiliation!’

But...

He slowly turned his head, looking at his wife’s pale, contorted face, at the wisps of white vapor and frost continuously forming on her body, and listening to her weak, pained moans. Zhang Hui’s heart felt as if it were being torn to shreds.

’In all their years of marriage, how much had his wife suffered and endured because of him?’

’The torment of three rounds of IVF, the countless nights she cried in secret... Now, was he really going to let her die in front of him just to protect his own pathetic male pride?’

’No! Absolutely not!’

Zhang Hui took a sharp breath and released his clenched fists.

The anger and humiliation on his face gradually faded, replaced by a look of desperate resolve.

He turned his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Yang Xun. Though his voice trembled, he enunciated each word with heavy finality. "Divine Doctor Yang... please... please sleep with my wife!!"