Chapter 779: Chapter 779: Shocked! The One You Truly Can’t Afford to Offend (3)

It was also impossible to use genetic engineering to implant this part of DNA into a vector and transfer it into an ordinary person.

However, the blood of evolved beings held significant power.

Through a series of techniques, it was possible to grant ordinary people the temporary abilities of evolved beings.

The Ning family had been seeking evolved beings for a long time, but those they encountered were either from prominent families or members of the Evolved Alliance—none of whom they could afford to provoke.

Finally, they came across Nian Yi’an, a lone evolved being, and naturally seized the opportunity.

Ning Tingyi, failing to win him over gently, resorted to force.

“Mister, we’ve drawn 1000 milliliters of blood. He has passed out,” the shaman reported. “Shall we continue?”

An ordinary person could only lose up to 400 milliliters of blood at a time, but evolved beings had sturdier constitutions.

“No need, that’s sufficient,” the middle-aged man replied casually. “Send the boy back home. Don’t let his family wait too long.”

He handed over a card. “The money on this card is a token of charity for his family. Miss said they are poor. Five million should be enough to buy a life.”

The misfortune was that Nian Yi’an had no backing at all.

The man in black nodded, picked up the unconscious Yan Yi’an, and silently departed.

**

An hour and a half later, the flight arrived in An City.

With the New Year approaching, the streets were crowded with people buying festival goods.

Si Fuqing headed straight home.

Ye Zhenmian opened the door, looking surprised. “Qingqing, why are you back at this time? You didn’t say anything in advance…”

Si Fuqing glanced around. “Auntie, where’s Yi’an? Hasn’t he come back yet?”

Ye Zhenmian paused, forcing a smile. “He came back a while ago. He’s been exhausted from extra classes and has fallen asleep.”

“Let me check on him.” Si Fuqing lowered her head and walked in.

Ye Zhenmian’s expression changed as she hurried after her. “Qingqing, your cousin…”

The door had already been pushed open.

Nian Yi’an lay on the bed, seemingly unscathed but his face was pallid.

His breathing was weak, barely audible.

When Si Fuqing looked up again, her eyes were bloodshot, though her voice remained calm. “Auntie, what happened?”

Ye Zhenmian couldn’t hold back this time; tears streamed down her face.

She wiped her tears but couldn’t stop crying. “Just now, I was at home when someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, I saw Yi’an collapsed on the ground. I don’t know what happened to him. I was about to take him to the hospital.”

“Your uncle was sent on a business trip out of town and hasn’t come back yet. You’re busy with work, so I didn’t want to worry you.”

Si Fuqing grasped Nian Yi’an’s wrist.

His pulse was erratic—three weak beats followed by two strong ones—an unusual pulse pattern.

She quietly felt his pulse, her expression unexpectedly calm.

Yuejian sensed an unprecedented fear; her hands were cold. “Little junior sister…”

Si Fuqing didn’t respond.

A few seconds later, she extended her hand and swiftly pressed several acupoints on Yan Yi’an’s body.

“Cough, cough, cough!” Nian Yi’an suddenly coughed violently. He slowly opened his eyes, still a bit confused. “Sister Qingqing, I, I…”

“Don’t speak.” Si Fuqing pressed his shoulder, and with her other hand, she poured out a few pills from a bottle. “Take these first.”

Yan Yi’an, still somewhat dazed, swallowed them whole, his body still weak.

He struggled to catch his breath. “Sister Qingqing, I’m fine. I just… just feel a bit dizzy.”

“Losing that much blood, it’s strange if your head doesn’t spin,” Si Fuqing said calmly. “Did you see who it was? They intended to kill you.”

Nian Yi’an hesitated for a moment. “It was those thugs you dealt with last time. I heard them mention something about the Ning family from Yan City. It seemed like they had shamans and evolved beings. I’m not sure.”

He seemed to remember something and tried to struggle. “Sister Qingqing, I’m fine. They’re not easy to deal with. You shouldn’t…”

“Yan City, the Ning family?” Si Fuqing stood up, her smile icy. “I understand.”

The darkness and violence ingrained in her from her past life surged uncontrollably, and at this moment, she could no longer suppress it.