Wu Zongnian gave him a thumbs-up. "Amazing! I heard that the strength of princes is terrifying. You actually managed to kill them!"
Ye Tian replied, "Killing him wouldn't benefit me much. If the other party is smart enough, they will agree to our terms."
Wu Zongnian said, "Actually, the Luo family's influence is too great. I would never be able to take them down. Moreover, if we did, we would become targets for everyone and wouldn't be able to establish ourselves in Europe."
At eight o'clock that evening, a shadowy figure descended from the sky and strode into the living room.
Ye Tian was waiting for him. As his gaze fell upon the newcomer, he saw a pale face and attire from medieval Europe. The man bowed politely to Ye Tian.
"Esteemed master from the East, I apologize for the Luo family's rash actions!"
Ye Tian said, "Please, have a seat."
The man, leaning on a walking stick, tipped his hat, bowed, and then sat opposite Ye Tian.
Ye Tian introduced himself, "My name is Ye Tian."
The man replied, "I am a Prince of the Bloodline, Charles Russell. You may call me Charles."
Ye Tian glanced at him and said, "Prince Charles, your lifespan is less than thirty years."
Charles was startled, his face growing even paler. "How did you know, sir?"
The lifespan of the Bloodline is not eternal. They experience a crisis every sixty years, and a major crisis every one hundred and eighty years.
The survival rate for minor crises is less than thirty percent, and for major crises, it's a near-death experience. Therefore, there are not many members of the Bloodline who live beyond two hundred years.
Ye Tian explained, "I am a doctor and can see your problem at a glance. But that's not the main point today. What do you mean by offering an apology and compensation?"
Charles nodded. "Firstly, I sincerely apologize to you. Secondly, you may state your conditions, and I will do my best to fulfill them."
Ye Tian stated, "I know the Luo family are your servants, so I won't target them. Given the Luo family's influence in Europe, I hope they can assist me in opening up the pharmaceutical market here."
Charles chuckled. "This is an easy matter. I have no reason not to agree."
Ye Tian continued, "And also, the Luo family shall transfer their financial assets in the United States to Wu Zongnian for his management."
Charles was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "Could you first tell me how you knew I wouldn't live past thirty years?"
Ye Tian explained, "There is an energy toxin in your body. As time passes and your cultivation increases, the toxin accumulates. This toxin can stimulate your body to undergo transformations. However, you have already undergone more than ten transformations, and your body's potential has been completely squeezed out, leaving you unable to undergo the next round of metamorphosis."
Charles was extremely excited. "Mr. Ye, your insight is truly remarkable! Indeed, there is a toxin in my body, though we call it 'transformation power.' Initially, this transformation power benefits the Bloodline, allowing us to rapidly increase our strength. However, as our strength grows and our age advances, it becomes a noose that strangles life!"
Ye Tian examined him. "I can try to treat you. Perhaps I can help."
Charles was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Can you cure me?"
Ye Tian replied, "It's hard to say, but we can try."
He took out a needle and pricked Charles's finger, drawing a drop of blood. He rubbed the blood between his fingers and felt an oily substance. This substance quickly evaporated upon exposure to the air, emitting a foul odor.
"The oil in your blood is your energy source, isn't it?" he inquired.
Charles nodded. "That's correct. The stronger a member of the Bloodline is, the more oil they have, and the greater their explosive power."
Ye Tian added, "The transformation power is also in your blood. Perhaps releasing some blood can prolong your life."
Charles gave a wry smile. "This method can be used in emergencies, but it's only a temporary solution. Within half a year, I'll need to release blood again. Each time I release blood, I suffer a severe depletion of my vital energy."
Ye Tian stated, "I should have a way to help alleviate your condition. However, I will need to take some of your blood for research."
The blood of the Bloodline is the most precious. Hearing that blood was needed, Charles asked, "How much do you need, sir?"
Ye Tian replied, "Two catties of blood should be sufficient."
Charles showed hesitation. Two catties of blood was a significant amount for him, and it would reduce his strength by at least thirty percent!