The three of them quickly arrived at the side chamber on the second floor. Yang Chengxu lay on the couch, his eyes vacant as he looked at the bed curtains.
"What are you looking at? Gone stupid?"
Yang Zhengshan patted his face and said.
Yang Chengxu came back to himself, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on his pale face. "Granduncle!"
"I'll take a look first!" Yang Zhengshan directly used his spiritual sense to examine his injuries.
His dantian was badly damaged, and even his spirit foundation showed signs of collapse. The only thing to be thankful for was that his qi sea had not shattered.
As Yang Zhengshan examined his injuries, he fell into deep thought.
Yang Chengxu looked at him with a face full of expectation. Yang Mingzhi could not help asking, "Dad, can he be cured?"
Yang Zhengshan pondered for a moment, then said, "Completely healing him will be somewhat difficult, but I should be able to preserve your cultivation. It's just that from now on, I'm afraid it will be hard for you to advance even an inch!"
Damage to the dantian and collapse of the spirit foundation—injuries like these were simply worse than death for a Golden Body Realm martial artist.
Especially the spirit foundation. This was the foundation of a Golden Body Realm martial artist's cultivation; once it was damaged, it was extremely difficult to recover.
But when Yang Chengxu heard Yang Zhengshan's words, his eyes lit up with surprise. "Really?"
He had thought he would become a cripple from now on. He had never expected that his cultivation could actually still be preserved.
"Really. When has this old man ever lied to you?" Yang Zhengshan said annoyedly.
Finished speaking, he took out the Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron and circulated his magic power.