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Chapter 748

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He and his childhood sweetheart managed to obtain the child with great difficulty, so the two naturally treasure him.

However, before Xia Yi's wife gave birth, she was seriously injured by an enemy attack.

In the end, although his wife and child were saved, the child's bones were crippled.

It was only after the child grew up that Xia Yi discovered that the amount of Internal Force he could absorb was very little.

Xia Yi and his wife's talents are excellent. The two are now over fifty years old, and have already reached the Precelestial Stage.

But their only son didn't have any talent for cultivation at all.

Twelve years of diligent and bitter training, Xia Yi fed him countless Elixirs, but now he is still stuck at Yellow Stage.

Until last month, his son's cultivation finally reached the peak of Yellow Stage, about to break through to Profound Stage.

Unexpectedly, his whole body suddenly twitches, and his Internal Force disperses, becoming no different from an ordinary mortal.

This time, Xia Yi and his wife are panicking.

Thinking about it, if there is anyone in the world who can save his son, then it's probably this girl in front of them.

Muyan doesn't talk nonsense with him, and directly says: "Where's your son? Bring him here and let me see. "

Xia Yi is overjoyed, and promptly asks the magistrate to bring his son over.

It's clearly a twelve-year-old boy, but he looks thin and weak, as if he's only seven or eight years old.

Moreover, his complexion is sallow, and his expression is cowering.

When Muyan puts her hand on his pulse, he blankly stares at this sister who is even more beautiful than a fairy, and can't help but ask: "Fairy sister, I … can I still cultivate?"

"Do you want to cultivate?" Muyan looks up and asks him softly.

The little boy nods heavily, "I … I don't want father and mother to be disappointed. I want to break through to Profound Stage as soon as possible, I want to become their pride, but …"

But he didn't expect that his meridians and Qi Sea are so fragile.

The result of forcing a breakthrough is that his Qi Sea is damaged, and his meridians are blocked.

Muyan gently touches his head, and softly says: "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to continue cultivating."

Hearing that, the little boy's eyes brighten, and he shows a bashful smile.

Suddenly, his gaze falls on Xiao Bao at the side.

Xiao Bao is holding a rabbit in his hand, and is next to Muyan. Seeing the boy looking over, Xiao Bao's big blue eyes also look over.

The boy immediately looks silly, thinking over and over again: Is this little brother a descendant of immortals? How could she be so beautiful?

Seeing Mu Yan let go of the boy's hand, Xia Yi hurriedly asks nervously: "Miss Jun, is there any way to restore Ping An?"

The little boy's name was Xia Pingan.

Xia Pingan ran behind Xia Yi, grabbed the hem of his clothes and poked his head out, looking at his fairy sister expectantly.

Mu Yan slightly frowns, no one knows what she is thinking.

Hearing Xia Yi's question, she calmly says: "I've never treated this kind of illness before. His meridians and Qi Sea are inherently fragile. Even if ordinary draughts for repairing the tendons and veins could cure his current injury, they wouldn't be able to help him advance a step further. I can't think of a cure right now, but I'll try my best. "

Hearing that even Mu Yan could not think of a way, Xia Yi was somewhat disappointed.

But he still bowed gratefully. "Then I'll have to trouble Miss Jun. I, Xia Yi, owe you a favor. In the future, no matter if I have to go through water or tread on fire, I will not hesitate. "

Seeing that Xia Yi and Xia Pingan are about to leave, Muyan's official business is over.

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