"So, what should I do?"

Without the illness, Lord Huang resumed his usual style—majestic yet stern.

Qin Hao said plainly, "I happen to have a few Blood Creation Pills. You should know that these are for replenishing blood. Just a few should keep you alive."

"Then what?"

Lord Huang continued asking sternly.

In fact, as time went by, the chances of his dying only increased.

Logically, he should be extremely anxious at this moment.

But he just spoke calmly.

"It’s simple. Give me certain benefits, and I’ll save you."

Qin Hao smiled as he spoke, his teeth bright, his smile cunning.

Not far away, Huang Ying and Huang Yuanzhi were almost shocked stiff.

Damn, you’re actually daring enough to bargain with Lord Huang at such a life-and-death moment?

Do you not want to live?

Do you even know Lord Huang’s bloody past!

What’s even more surprising is that Lord Huang wasn’t angry. Instead, he said very calmly, "Do you know this could get you killed?"

Qin Hao just smiled silently.

Lord Huang continued, "I could also agree, and then kill you after you save me. You must know, those who threaten me don’t end up well."

Qin Hao waved his hand, "Then let’s make a bet."

Lord Huang’s face showed confusion, "Bet on what?"

"Bet that you can’t kill me." Qin Hao showed a faint smile.

"Alright." Lord Huang blinked in acknowledgment.

Only then did Qin Hao nod, he took out the Blood Creation Pills from his backpack and, very expertly, forced Lord Huang’s mouth open and tossed the pills in.

This scene almost made Huang Ying drop his jaw in surprise again.

To treat Lord Huang so roughly, Qin Hao, you’ve got guts!

To reach such a level.

Huang Ying had no choice but to admire Qin Hao.

So young.

His martial arts skills far exceed those of the servant Old Liu.

And his medical skills are practically capable of bringing the dead back to life.

This young man.

Even though Huang Ying didn’t like him, he had no choice but to be convinced.

"How does it taste?"

Watching Lord Huang chew down the elixir, Qin Hao asked with a smile.

"Not bad at all,"

Lord Huang said while chewing the elixir, "I’ve been on nutritional drips for a month now, this is my first time using my mouth to eat something."

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Then you must feel really great."

"Naturally," said Lord Huang, whose pale cheeks gradually turned rosy, regaining much of his vitality.

Crunch!

The wooden bed shook.

The emaciated Lord Huang suddenly rose from the bed.

This movement startled Huang Ying.

"Lord Huang, you must be cautious after just recovering..."

Huang Ying had only gotten halfway through his words when Lord Huang waved his hand, and his dominating aura erupted.

Huang Ying could only shut his mouth, watching as Lord Huang slowly straightened his back.

"Ah, this feeling, it’s been a long time!" Sitting upright, Lord Huang stretched his neck, "It’s tiring, but feels good."

Then, his gaze turned to Qin Hao, filled with complexity.

Qin Hao remained expressionless, always carrying a faint smile.

Lord Huang began to control his lower body.

At first, he just moved his toes, then started moving his ankles, eventually being able to move both legs.

He lifted his feet, and upon hitting the ground, maintained stability.

Afterward, he supported his bony hands and stood his whole body up.

Initially, he was wobbly, liable to fall at any moment, but over time, he finally steadied himself, albeit with a slightly hunched posture.

Throughout, no one went over to support him.

Huang Ying didn’t dare.

Qin Hao had no intention to.

He stood with folded arms, like a cold observer.

"Very good. You’ve learned to stand. A year and a half of recuperation, and your strength should recover about seventy to eighty percent," Qin Hao said.

Lord Huang turned his head to look at him, his cloudy eyes gradually becoming clear.

Finally, a smile appeared on his skeletal face, "I won. Congratulations on being able to continue living."

Qin Hao didn’t smile, his expression calm and composed.

He had anticipated this outcome long before.

Lord Huang continued, "Now, you can tell me your request."

"My request is simple," Qin Hao said flatly, "You’ll naturally understand when the time comes."

"You..." Lord Huang’s face changed slightly but swallowed his words, his face stern, "You are a very bold person."

"I suppose so," Qin Hao nodded calmly.

Lord Huang’s gaze lingered on Qin Hao for a long time, finally confirming that the young man before him was genuinely brave.

He asked, "Do you know my identity?"

"I don’t," Qin Hao answered honestly.

He really didn’t know who this Lord Huang was.

He could infer that Lord Huang’s identity must be extraordinary.

Just thinking about it, wouldn’t an extraordinary person be given such grand treatment by the Huang Family Patriarch?

However, based on a slight sense of aura,

Qin Hao also felt that this Lord Huang, in his prime, must have been remarkable.

Perhaps not even Huang Long and Huang Yuanba combined could be his match.

Such a person was enough to exert a bit of pressure on him.

Lord Huang’s eyes changed from puzzled to appreciative, "Even without knowing my identity, you can treat me like this. Young man, I must admit, your arrogance and confidence are admirable."

Qin Hao remained calm and silent as Lord Huang said, "My real name is Huang Bufeng. Perhaps you’ve heard of my name."

"You’re Huang Bufeng?"

Qin Hao squinted his eyes in surprise, even though his guess was confirmed, he was slightly taken aback.

In the strictly hierarchical Ancient Martial Family, there was a group of people, unrestrained and extraordinarily skilled, so formidable that even the various noble families dared not provoke them.

These people were sometimes called Loose Practitioners, and sometimes called Heroes.

Huang Bufeng was one of the outstanding ones among them.

Despite not coming from a noble family,

he had students all over the world and was the most renowned Loose Practitioner in the Ancient Martial Circle, with a substantial number of disciples under him.

Because of his neutral identity and not favoring any one force, many family members were willing to have their disciples trained by him.

Therefore, although he was a Loose Practitioner, his capabilities and background were very strong, even the most powerful families in the Ancient Martial Circle dared not provoke him.

Regarding this Loose Practitioner’s fame, Qin Hao had heard about it.

"I didn’t expect you to be the ’Master Huang Bufeng,’" Qin Hao’s eyes carried a hint of admiration.

It’s rumored that the disciples taught by him are all extraordinary.

Some family heads of medium and small-scale families are even his disciples.

Huang Bufeng remained indifferent, "It’s just a false reputation. But even that didn’t scare you did it?"

"No, actually I was quite scared. My body just stiffened up, that’s all," Qin Hao joked.

Huang Bufeng suddenly laughed, then seriously said, "I’ve been hearing your name quite a bit lately. It’s not easy to serve the country outside the circle, and to tame those feral dogs in Beijing’s Martial Arts Circle is also quite remarkable."