823: Chapter 812: Bringing the Antidote to Your Sister 823: Chapter 812: Bringing the Antidote to Your Sister In addition to sending Teng Huayang and Teng Zhong back to the Yunteng Family, there was one more thing Ning Fan had to do—unlock the acupoints on their bodies and restore their martial prowess.
When Teng Zhong heard Ning Fan intended to restore their martial prowess, he was completely stupefied.
What exactly was Ning Fan trying to achieve?
The very thought that Ning Fan’s actions might be hiding some sort of cunning scheme made Teng Zhong inwardly worried, fearing he might fall victim to Ning Fan’s deception.
Meanwhile, beside him, Teng Huayang was far more composed, as though he had already resigned himself to the situation.
“Now, tidy yourselves up for a bit.
I’ll come back later.”
After escorting Teng Huayang and Teng Zhong to a room, Ning Fan left them with that single line before departing.
Once Ning Fan had left, Teng Zhong began inspecting the surroundings, while Teng Huayang, on the other hand, casually undressed while saying, “Save your strength.
There are clean clothes over there.
Wash up quickly, and let’s get back to Zang City as soon as possible!”
Teng Huayang rolled his eyes and threw Teng Zhong a look of mild disdain.
In his mind, Teng Zhong’s actions were nothing but pointless effort.
“Young Master, what on earth is going on here?
Do you really believe Ning Fan could have such good intentions?!”
Teng Zhong asked in confusion, his eyes filled with suspicion.
In his view, Ning Fan’s actions were undoubtedly insidious, and if they weren’t careful, they would likely fall right into his trap!
However, what Teng Zhong didn’t know was that Ning Fan had no schemes whatsoever.
If anything, it was plainly strategic manipulation!
“Enough!
Do you still think we have a choice right now?”
Teng Huayang’s rhetorical question rendered Teng Zhong speechless.
At this moment, they were merely prisoners of Ning Fan, with their lives hanging solely on his whim.
Teng Zhong didn’t care much about his own life or death; what he worried about was Teng Huayang.
If his nervousness led to any harm or trouble for the Young Master Teng Huayang, he wouldn’t be able to shoulder the responsibility.
But even with all his reservations, Teng Zhong couldn’t help but question, “Is Ning Fan really being honest with us?
Does he truly intend to restore our martial prowess?”
This whole matter baffled Teng Zhong—capturing them, leaving them in suspension for a while, and then suddenly deciding to release them and restore their strength.
Didn’t Ning Fan worry they might retaliate?
The truth was, Ning Fan wasn’t concerned in the slightest about Teng Zhong and Teng Huayang posing any threat to him.
If Ning Fan had ever deemed them a concern, he wouldn’t have stormed into the Yunteng Family solo in the first place.
For him, Teng Huayang and Teng Zhong were simply not worth worrying about.
“Could you defeat Ning Fan?”
Teng Huayang, seemingly understanding this reality, posed another pointed question.
“I…”
Teng Zhong’s face turned bright red.
If he could defeat Ning Fan, he wouldn’t be stuck in this situation now.
Back then, even with the combined efforts of four people against Ning Fan, the best they could achieve was a draw.
Now, even if his and Teng Huayang’s martial prowess was restored, they still wouldn’t be a match for Ning Fan.
At last, Teng Zhong saw reality clearly.
Ning Fan wasn’t being reckless—he simply never considered them worth any concern.
“Alright, enough with the overthinking.
When we return, focus on helping Feiyue properly…”
Teng Huayang’s eyes flickered with a moment of struggle before he stepped into the bathroom.
Left in the room alone, Teng Zhong wore an expression of utter puzzlement.
What exactly did Teng Huayang mean by that last statement?
No matter how confused Teng Zhong felt now, Teng Huayang had no intention of explaining further.
The two finished cleaning up, changed into the new clothes, and only spent about an hour getting themselves in order.
Ning Fan had mentally given them an hour and a half.
Thus, the remaining half-hour allowed Teng Huayang and Teng Zhong to get some rest.
When the time came, Ning Fan reappeared before the two of them.
“This is this week’s antidote.
Deliver it to Teng Feiyue—don’t lose it.
If you do, once the clock strikes midnight tomorrow, your little sister will undoubtedly perish!”
Ning Fan handed the antidote to Teng Huayang while casually issuing that warning.
Beside him, Teng Zhong furrowed his brow, shaken upon hearing Teng Feiyue’s name.
What on earth had happened?
Teng Huayang, on the other hand, gripped the vial tightly in his palm as soon as he heard Ning Fan’s words, clearly tense and afraid of any mishap.
If something happened to the antidote, his sister would be doomed!
“One more thing—the Shangguan Family is now your Yunteng Family’s responsibility.
Cleansing your household should be manageable, right?”
Ning Fan abruptly added.
His words made Teng Huayang and Teng Zhong’s eyes widen in alarm.
“What do you mean by that?!”
Teng Huayang stared at Ning Fan anxiously.
Ning Fan gave a faint smile—a smile tinged with coldness: “All you need to do is relay that message to Teng Feiyue.
Everything else is none of your business!”
That single line effectively shut down further questions from Teng Huayang.
Though he desperately wanted to probe, he suppressed the impulse, knowing he couldn’t afford to anger Ning Fan.
Teng Zhong’s expression shifted repeatedly, his face transforming as dramatically as a Sichuan opera mask.
The amount of information packed into Ning Fan’s and Teng Huayang’s dialogue was overwhelming; he still hadn’t pieced everything together.
“Since you’re ready, let me unseal your acupoints…”
As soon as Ning Fan spoke, he acted instantly.
His hands darted out like lightning, pressing onto their shoulders from either side.
After a moment of dizzying disorientation, Teng Huayang and Teng Zhong felt their True Qi flow once more.
Having finished, Ning Fan clapped his hands and said, “Don’t waste time.
If there’s nothing else, just get moving already!”
“You’re really not coming with us?”
Teng Huayang cautiously asked, surprised Ning Fan would trust them to return to Zang City on their own.
Ning Fan rolled his eyes with a hint of annoyance: “Do you still need me to escort you home like a child?”
The remark made Teng Huayang’s face flush red with embarrassment, though his expression quickly soured again moments later.
“Let’s go!”
After casting Ning Fan a long, meaningful look, Teng Huayang led Teng Zhong away from the Shadow Base swiftly.
Their time was limited—they needed to return to Zang City as quickly as possible.
“Once we’re back, everything will become clear!”
Teng Huayang said to Teng Zhong, glancing at the antidote in his hand with a trace of bitterness.
It wasn’t just his sister Teng Feiyue’s plight weighing heavily on Teng Huayang’s heart.
The intrigues unfolding within the Yunteng Family, and the current condition of his father, Teng Zhuhai, were also matters pressing anxiously on his mind.
Boarding a direct flight to Zang City under the cover of night, Teng Huayang and Teng Zhong finally set foot back in Zang City.