Everyone present was an elite from the Song Family, with a very clear understanding of the Martial Path.
However, at this moment, they witnessed a domain of strength far beyond their comprehension.
A dozen steps had cracked the steel plate that was a full two centimeters thick—could this still be considered human?
Even Song Qingshan, who was most aware of Qin Chuan’s strength, now had his eyes wide open in shock, full of disbelief. Was Qin Chuan really just a King Realm Strong?
Within his realm of understanding, he had never heard of any King Realm Strong being able to break a steel plate with brute force alone.
"No, no, no! This is impossible!"
"How can he, a piece of trash picked from the streets, stomp through a special alloy steel plate?"
"I don’t believe it! This must be a dream!"
Wang Song shook his head frantically, as if he had lost his mind, unable to accept what was unfolding before his eyes.
"Boom!"
While everyone was petrified, Qin Chuan stomped down heavily again, and the crack in the steel plate widened enough for two people to go down together.
Suddenly, a staircase extending downward appeared in everyone’s view.
Song Jie immediately felt a surge of happiness: "Indeed, there is a heaven beneath us!"
When he looked at Qin Chuan again, his eyes were filled only with admiration.
Qin Chuan took the lead, walking down the stairs.
After descending the final step, a spacious underground chamber of about one hundred square meters appeared, with only simple decorations. In the center of the chamber, there was a large bed.
At this time, a familiar figure was lying motionless on the bed, as if asleep.
"Song Yan!"
Qin Chuan immediately rushed to the side of the bed, and a strong sense of unease swept over him as he saw Song Yan showing no reaction at all.
"Xiao Yan!"
At that moment, Song Jie also came down, and seeing Song Yan, he completely panicked: "Xiao Yan, what exactly is wrong with you? Don’t scare Brother, wake up quickly!"
It was Song Jie’s shouting that brought Qin Chuan back from his nervous state, and he hurriedly began to examine Song Yan.
The instant he had seen Song Yan, he had been afraid—afraid that this woman had been violated, afraid that this woman had lost her vitality.
Even he himself had not realized that this woman had already taken up a significant place in his heart.
"Qin Chuan, how is Xiao Yan?"
Seeing Qin Chuan pause his examination, Song Jie dared to ask.
Qin Chuan shook his head and said coldly, "Xiao Yan has been poisoned with Tianma Powder!"
Song Jie asked in confusion, "What is Tianma Powder?"
Qin Chuan explained, "It’s a drug that targets Martial Artists, capable of paralyzing the nerves, leaving the victim powerless for three days."
"If the dosage is too high, it can induce a coma, and the longer it drags on, the more damage it does to the victim’s nerves. There’s even the possibility of causing irreversible nerve damage."
"Clearly, the dose of Tianma Powder in Xiao Yan is substantial, near the limit her body can withstand. If we can’t remove the residual drug from her body in time, it is highly likely she will end up in a vegetative state."
Immediately, Song Jie was furious, his teeth clenched in rage: "Wang Song, that beast, I’m going to make him wish he were dead!"
Initially, he had only wanted to kill Wang Song, but after learning of Song Yan’s condition, he changed his mind.
Often, death is a form of release.
For scum like Wang Song, only living in a state worse than death could be considered the greatest torment.
Song Jie hastily added, "Qin Chuan, with your medical skills, it should be easy for you to remove the remaining effects of the medicine from Xiao Yan’s body, right?"
Qin Chuan nodded, but hesitation crept onto his face.
Growing anxious, Song Jie urged, "Since you can cure her, then get to it quickly!"
Qin Chuan said with a troubled face, "The dose of Tianma Powder she’s taken is too large, it has completely paralyzed her nerves, and she can’t possibly take any elixirs on her own, unless..."
Seeing Qin Chuan’s indecision, Song Jie became even more puzzled and asked urgently, "Unless what? Qin Chuan, stop beating around the bush, is there anything you can’t say given our relationship?"
After glancing at Song Yan’s enticingly crimson lips, Qin Chuan finally said to Song Jie, "Unless I transfer the elixir into Song Yan’s mouth with my own."
Song Jie was stunned on the spot, finally understanding why Qin Chuan was suddenly speaking so hesitantly—it was because he needed to use his mouth to administer the medicine.
Although Qin Chuan and Song Yan had a very unique relationship, in the end, it hadn’t become something substantial.
But the Song Family had long considered Qin Chuan as their son-in-law, and Song Jie was a hundred percent satisfied with him.
After a brief moment of shock, joy surged within his heart, and he patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder, saying meaningfully, "You certainly don’t want Xiao Yan to become a vegetable, right? Since she’s right here, it’s up to you to treat her or not."
Having said that, Song Jie turned and left without any hesitation, seemingly not worried at all.
Qin Chuan shook his head helplessly and gazed at the beauty lying motionless on the large bed, his eyes filled with gentleness.
Although Xiao Mengyi was carrying his child, it was Song Yan who had spent the most time with him.
If it weren’t for Xiao Mengyi sacrificing herself to save him, perhaps he would have been together with Song Yan by now?
Song Yan was already an exceptional beauty who had secretly given him her heart, and the Song Family was very satisfied with him; how could he possibly refuse such a woman?
But when he thought of Xiao Mengyi, he became troubled and could only sigh in the end.
Then, without any hesitation, he took out a pill, placed it in his own mouth, and then bent down to press his lips against those crimson ones...
As more and more elixirs were transferred into Song Yan’s mouth, her nerves, which had been paralyzed, gradually began to recover.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Yan finally awoke. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found her mouth was being kissed.
Her mind went blank; the last man she had seen before falling unconscious was Wang Song—was he the one kissing her now?
All these thoughts happened in the blink of an eye, and Song Yan angrily bit down, then reflexively shoved the man in front of her away.
"Hiss~"
Qin Chuan winced in pain as Song Yan had bitten his lip, causing blood to flow out.
As Song Yan was about to react, she saw a familiar face.
"Qin Chuan!"
Song Yan froze, realizing she had not been violated by Wang Song; it was Qin Chuan who had been kissing her.
That meant it was Qin Chuan who had rescued her!
She quickly understood everything, except that Qin Chuan was not kissing her but was administering medicine with his mouth.
Looking at the blood on Qin Chuan’s lips, Song Yan felt heartache.
Her cheeks flushed, she said, "If you wanted to kiss me, just say so, I wouldn’t have refused, why did you have to steal a kiss?"
Only then did Qin Chuan realize the misunderstanding and his face turned red as he hurriedly tried to explain, "Xiao Yan, don’t..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Yan had already wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes sultry and filled with tender affection as she said, "You stole a kiss from me just now, and now I want to return it!"
As Qin Chuan watched in astonishment, Song Yan kissed him directly.