Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

The piece of Qilin's Blood in Wu Yutian's hand was about the size of an egg, an irregularly shaped lump, resembling a piece of dark brown coal.

"A thousand-year-old Qilin blood!" the young man exclaimed. "This piece is more than enough. For a thousand-year-old Qilin blood, you only need to cut a piece the size of a square pond, then divide it in half, and take it internally or apply it externally."

"Why don't you handle it, young man? If there's any left over, you can keep it safe. You can use it to help others whenever you want." Wu Yutian generously handed over the thousand-year-old Qilin Blood to the young man in front of everyone.

“But this is a priceless treasure, you should keep it for yourself.” The young man said, cutting off two pieces and handing them back to Wu Yutian.

"It's alright, you go first to save people, and you can keep watch afterward. Just help the other teammates. I have a Divine Turtle Armor to protect me, so most attacks and poisons can't hurt me." Wu Yutian said calmly, and glanced at the burdens behind him, such as Uncle Ming, Ah Xiang, and Han Shuna, etc., "Just protect them and don't let them hold us back."

"Alright, I'll try to save them first." The young man first pried open the fat man's mouth, fed him a small piece of Qilin blood, and placed another small piece, about the size of a fingernail, on his navel.

Then, he activated the Qilin Qi, allowing the Qilin Essence to slowly seep into the fat man's body through his belly.

“I think I’ve heard of this before,” Hu Bayi chimed in. “In ancient times, some ethnic minorities and mountain villages had a custom of pressing a piece of Qilin’s blood on the navel of a corpse before placing it in the coffin. This was believed to remove the yin energy from the corpse and prevent it from attracting maggots.”

"I just never thought that living people could be used like this."

The young man followed the same method and continued to treat the Iron Rod Lama Ak.

Before long, both the fat man and the Iron Rod Lama gradually woke up.

"Huh? Are we there yet?" The fat man scratched his head, trying to get up, but found his limbs weak. Hu Bayi quickly helped him up. "What's wrong with me? I slept so soundly."

"A miracle! You've pulled me out of hell! Benefactor Wu, you are truly blessed by heaven. I thank you." The Iron Staff Lama solemnly bowed to Wu Yutian, knowing that it was Wu Yutian's Qilin Jie that had saved him.

“Master, you flatter me. It was my responsibility to put you in such a dangerous situation. I’m glad you’re alright. Let’s go back to our rooms and rest.” Wu Yutian gestured for the Iron Staff Lama to walk in the middle, showing respect for the elder.

Uncle Ming also came over, staring intently at the Qilin Blood in Wu Yutian's hand, his eyes practically glued to it.

"Tian, ​​Brother Tian, ​​could you give me a small piece? I feel a bit weak." Uncle Ming believed this was a rare treasure, and its value lay not in the auction, but in its ability to cure and prevent diseases and strengthen the body.

Wu Yutian's godlike abilities may have been cultivated using this divine medicine.

"I'm not stingy with this." Wu Yutian glanced at the young man, then at Ah Xiang and the others, who all seemed extremely weak. "Will this help them?"

"That's certainly true. Qilin blood can not only cure diseases and save lives, but also prevent diseases, improve immunity, and enhance physical fitness." The young man is currently a hundred years old, but he looks like a twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old. In addition to his special bloodline, he also had some rare medicines in his early years, including a piece of Qilin blood.

"That's great! Brother Tian, ​​look at my daughter, A Xiang. She's also been affected by evil spirits and needs to be exorcised. And there's Shuna. She's always had menstrual cramps, so she's afraid to get pregnant!" Uncle Ming used the women to soften Wu Yutian's attitude.

"Alright, but you can decide how much to eat, young man." Wu Yutian handed the remaining Millennium Qilin Blood to the young man.

Uncle Ming looked at the young man with a pitiful expression, as if afraid that he would refuse him.

Chapter 56: Taking the Elixir, Uncle Ming Ejaculates Passionately

The deliveryman cut a piece the size of a soybean for each of the three of them and handed it to them.

"How can it be so small? Even a magic pill shouldn't be this small!" Uncle Ming sighed, holding the cut-off Qilin.

“You’re both weak and frail, that’s enough. Too much would be too much for your bodies to handle.” The young man glanced at the fat man and Ak. “They’re being treated to cure illnesses and exorcise evil spirits, so the dosage is large. Besides, the fat man’s physique is completely different from yours.”

"Alright, alright, I'll give it a try." Uncle Ming was still a little worried, but he didn't want his daughter and lover to try it first. "Even if they die from it, it'll be over."

As everyone was talking, Haitang, who had been resting in the courtyard, also came out.

She hadn't made a move yet, because she wouldn't be of much help anyway, but she had become very close to Han Shuna.

When I first heard Uncle Ming say something about "dying ending it all," I was shocked. I thought he had committed suicide due to depression caused by bankruptcy, which would make it difficult to collect the five million he owed to the Donghu Gang.

"Uncle Ming, even if you're going to die, you have to settle the gang's debts first." Haitang glanced at A Xiang and Han Shuna, "Otherwise, even Sister A Xiang and Sister Shuna probably won't be able to help you pay off five million."

"I was just kidding. How could Brother Tian's medicine possibly harm us?" Uncle Ming glanced at Haitang, genuinely afraid that not only would he die, but he would also be a burden to his adopted daughter and lover. Then, he mustered up his courage and swallowed it.

"How is it?" Han Shuna also came over, she had been hesitating about whether to eat or not, and who should eat first.

"Shuna!" Uncle Ming grabbed Han Shuna's hand. "Can you feel it?"

"I can feel it!" Han Shuna's face lit up with surprise. "Your hands are so hot!"

"I feel so great! It's like I have inexhaustible energy, like a force is about to burst forth!" Uncle Ming exclaimed excitedly. "I'll prove it to you if you don't believe me!"

Uncle Ming immediately perked up, opened the back door of the Toyota Hiace, and there was the golden Buddha statue behind the last row of seats.

"I can carry it!" Uncle Ming actually carried the golden Buddha, which weighed over a hundred pounds, over by himself. "See? I can carry it!"

Uncle Ming seemed to have rediscovered the feeling of his youth, exclaiming, "I am a descendant of a family from western Hunan!"

Fearing that other members of the film crew might pass by, Uncle Ming swallowed the words "carrying the corpse." "I want to go to the snow-capped mountains and glaciers to find my father's body and carry him back myself!"

Uncle Ming became more and more excited as he spoke, moving his adopted daughter to tears.

What he really wanted was to finally be able to carry away the most valuable thousand-year-old ice corpse himself.

Although henchmen Ah Tung and Peter Wong could do it for him, only by carrying the corpse himself could he feel the sense of accomplishment of carrying a multi-million dollar fortune!

Ah Xiang and Han Shuna also ate the small piece of Qilin Jie (a type of medicinal herb).

"How are you feeling, Ah Xiang?" Uncle Ming handed the golden Buddha to Ah Dong, then asked with concern, "And you, Shu Na?"

"Mmm." Ah Xiang nodded vigorously. "I feel very warm, and my body isn't as cold as it used to be."

It turns out that Ah Xiang has a pure Yin constitution, and has always been cold and weak, which makes her easily frightened.

But because of this sensitivity, he awakened the ability to see spirits and evil spirits that ordinary people cannot see.

"I'm fine, I feel like I've gotten a few years younger." Han Shuna gave Uncle Ming a flirtatious look. "I just don't know if you're up to it now?"

"I can do it, of course I can!" Uncle Ming hugged Han Shuna tightly. "Let's have a good celebration tonight. I'm still going strong! No, I'm in my prime!"

"Uncle Ming, be careful," Wu Yutian warned. "The effects of this medicine aren't permanent. It can enhance your resistance in the long term, but as for your physical strength... well, just use it sparingly."

"Understood, understood." Uncle Ming scratched his bald head, his hair still sparse, a reminder that he was no longer young. "A drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood, I can't waste it. Su Na, you have to give me a big, healthy son!"

As he spoke, he put his arm around Han Shuna and went into the house laughing.

At this time, Shirley Yang had already gone to the hotel where the main crew was stationed to get some meat and vegetables from production manager Li Xiangqin, so she could cook a meal for everyone herself.

Back in the house, everyone sat down at the dining table, which also served as their meeting table.

The walkie-talkie had a signal by now. Wu Yutian took it out and tuned it to the frequency he used to communicate with Long Jiwen. "Jiwen, bring Xu Zhengyang over here. I need to talk to him."

“Okay.” Long Jiwen had just finished answering when he suddenly heard the voices of other artists around him. Then, he said somewhat awkwardly, “President Wu, Sister Fang Ting said she also wants to come and get together with you. Is that alright? And Sister Qian’er, she said she feels safer when she’s with Xu Zhengyang.”

The executive producer is back, so it's normal for the second and third female leads to want to get closer to him.

"Alright, you can come along too. Don't bring any more, we can't fit everyone here." Wu Yutian looked around. There was a three-meter-long table, but it could only seat about fifteen or sixteen people at most.

"Aren't you bringing the chef either?" Long Jiwen meant that Ah Xing, who worked under Li Xiangqin, was the crew's head chef, and the production team should take care of them now that they were back.

"No, let the production manager and her team take good care of the director and other artists, especially the male lead, Li Lianjie. He can't be neglected. I have someone cooking for me."

On the surface, Wu Yutian said this to take care of the director and the male lead, but more importantly, he knew that Ah Xing was Ling Lingqi, sent by the Southern General. If the others came over, they would definitely try to gather intelligence.

I don't want to reveal the secrets about tomb raiding to them yet.

He knew that the Southern General was actually a ruthless gangster who burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of evil deeds, but if he told Li Xiangqin, who had been raised by the Southern General, she wouldn't believe him, nor would Da Vinci and Ah Xing, who were highly valued by him.

Secondly, it would alert the enemy, and if the Southern General found out that he had discovered his identity, it would be even more difficult to deal with him.

"Okay, we're coming right now." Long Jiwen turned off the walkie-talkie and rushed over with Xu Zhengyang, Hong Xing's Da Fangting, and Yang Qian'er.

Chapter 57: Secret Meeting, Handing Over the Golden Buddha to the Nation?

"Miss Fang, would you like us to protect you?"

Chan Ho-nam and Chicken stepped forward.

It turns out that Jiang Tiansheng was worried about this trip, so he asked Chen Haonan and Shanji to escort Fang Ting to the filming location in Tibet.

"No need," Fang Ting said with a smile. "Don't cause trouble for the crew. Comrade Zhengyang is now the security supervisor for our crew and will ensure the safety of all our artists, right, Sister Qian'er?"

“Yes, Xu Zhengyang is no longer my personal bodyguard. He will protect everyone.” Yang Qian’er glanced at Xu Zhengyang, who nodded slightly, and Yang Qian’er confirmed.

"The crew has its rules. Your menacing appearances will affect other people's discussions about art. Especially Chicken."

"Do I look like a fierce demon?" Pheasant looked at him indignantly. "I have artistic talent too, you know?"

"Come on, you do look scary." Chan Ho-nam pulled Chicken back. "Mr. Chiang instructed us that after representing Hung Hing at the film crew's opening ceremony, we have to go back to our own territory to oversee things."

“From now on, Miss Fang will have to take care of herself.” Chen Haonan took the initiative to avoid danger for Fang Ting and grabbed the stuttering girl’s arm. “I’ll take care of my girlfriend first.”

Little Stutterer leaned sweetly on Chen Haonan's shoulder, and Fang Ting's expression changed slightly when she saw it.

"Little stutterer, I think you don't understand the rules of our circle. Luckily, there were no paparazzi on the scene this time, otherwise, if someone had photographed you showing affection with a man, it would have been hard for you to become famous."

"Really?" Little Stutterer and Chan Ho-nam exchanged a smile. "I don't care. Whether I'm famous or not is not important. I just want to do what I like."

"Alright, don't blame me for not reminding you later." Fang Ting gave the two of them a meaningful look, then followed Long Jiwen, Yang Qian'er, and the others to find Wu Yutian.

"Hao Nan, do you think I should secretly follow them? Mr. Jiang privately asked me to help him observe whether Sister Fang Ting is having an affair with someone," Chen Xiaochun asked, leaning close to Chen Hao Nan's ear.

“You’re overthinking it.” Chan Ho-nam shook his head with a smile. “I don’t think Sister Ting is that kind of person. Yesterday, she talked to Director Lee Yan-kong about the script and acting. I secretly followed her and observed for a long time. She didn’t do anything out of line.”

"Could it be that this director, Li Rengang, is too inexperienced? In his early twenties, he's still an assistant director at a TV station and hasn't even had a box office hit?" Shanji always felt that Fang Ting was hiding something from him. "What if she just likes mature and successful men like Mr. Jiang?"

"How mature do you want him to be?" Chan Ho-nam countered. "The most mature one over there is Uncle Ming, I heard he's being chased by debt collectors. Producer Wu Yutian is about the same age as us. If you like him, you might as well like you. Aren't you single too? And you're about as handsome as him."

"Really?" Chicken's eyes lit up. "That makes sense. If she wasn't moved by my handsome appearance as her protector, then no one else would have a chance."

"Let's go, it's almost time for us to eat. The head chef is over here."

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the other side.

Wu Yutian invited everyone to dinner. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, he looked at everyone, especially Fang Ting, Yang Qian'er, and Xu Zhengyang.

Hesitant to speak.