Claude's face was filled with apology. "Oh, esteemed Mr. Chen, please allow me to express my apologies. I cannot give you that bronze cauldron!"
"However."
"To show my sincerity, you may choose any three treasures from all those present."
Exchanging a genuine Monet for three treasures was a sure profit for Chen Nan.
But Chen Nan wasn't short of money.
What he truly desired was that Liangzhou Ding.
"Mr. Claude, as you know, that bronze cauldron originates from Eastern civilization, a treasure in our country's mythology," Chen Nan said. "I hope you can allow it to return to the East. Of course, you may state any conditions."
"Anything within my capability, I can help you achieve."
A hint of disdain flickered in Claude's eyes. He said, "There's a chance you might not be able to fulfill the conditions I propose." He then walked away.
Although Chen Nan possessed a genuine Monet.
It was not enough to control him.
Chen Nan was unwilling. "I can cure your illness."
Claude's footsteps paused, and he turned to look at him. "Are you sure?"
Chen Nan shrugged. "I am a doctor. Based on your complexion, I can tell you have a severe blood disease. If nothing unexpected happens, you must receive blood transfusions daily to maintain your life."
Claude suddenly said, "Your name is Chen Nan?"
"Yes."
Claude: "The Chen Nan from the East with peerless medical skills?"
Chen Nan: "I never care about people's evaluation of me."
Even so.
He hadn't expected his reputation to be so renowned in the Western world.
Claude chuckled. "Perhaps, we can go upstairs to talk."
"Please!" Chen Nan made an inviting gesture, then looked at Xu Qingxin. "Wait for me here for a moment."
"Okay."
Following Claude, Chen Nan arrived at a massive bedroom in the castle.
The bedroom contained some medical facilities.
Several maids were cleaning the room.
He also saw disposable syringes in the trash can.
All signs indicated that Chen Nan was correct.
Claude needed blood transfusions to sustain his life.
After Claude lay down on the bed, Chen Nan felt his pulse, carefully sensing his condition.
However.
Claude was in good health, his pulse steady, with no sign of illness.
But!
Would a healthy person need blood transfusions to maintain their life?
Claude smiled. "You might not be able to cure this illness of mine, but I am curious to try the magical medical techniques of ancient Eastern countries."
Chen Nan also smiled. "Undeniably, you are the most challenging patient I have encountered. However, I am certain I will find the answer I seek within your body."
He then closed his eyes, diligently feeling Claude's pulse.
Even as a mortal in the Western world.
He was ultimately the Lord of the Immortal Realm.
His perception was clearly beyond ordinary.
Time slowly passed.
After about ten minutes, Chen Nan opened his eyes.
Claude asked, "Have you found the answer you were looking for?"
Chen Nan's expression was slightly troubled.
He took out a cigarette, intending to light it.
Then he remembered this was Claude's bedroom, and the man was an elder.
Smoking in an elder's room was impolite.
Just as he was about to put the cigarette away.
Claude's voice rang out. "You can smoke. If possible, I'd also like to try one!"
Chen Nan gave him one and lit it for him.
The old man and the young man began to exhale clouds of smoke.
As the cigarette neared its end, Chen Nan asked seriously, "If I can cure your illness... well, you're not sick at all."
"What I mean is, if I can make you a normal person, will you return the Liangzhou Ding to our country?"
Claude was taken aback, a trace of apprehension in his eyes. "You seem to have figured out my situation."
Chen Nan did not deny it. "Yes, I know why your complexion is so poor."
"Why you need blood transfusions!"
"Why you are still a normal person!"
"It's just, I didn't expect to encounter a cultivator from the Western world so soon after arriving here."
"If I'm not mistaken, you must have been bitten by a vampire."
"Yes, I sensed a faint magnetic field within you."
"You can understand it as a blood curse."
"That blood curse has become a part of your body."
"It grants you immunity to all diseases, and even immortality."
"But that blood curse consumes your blood."
"Therefore, you need to rely on blood to sustain your life."
Chen Nan felt a throbbing in his temples.
This trip to the Western world was supposed to be a vacation for him.
A honeymoon trip with Xu Qingxin.
However.
He hadn't expected to still come into contact with cultivators from the Western world.
His luck was somewhat poor!
But now.
For the sake of the Liangzhou Ding, he couldn't afford to be so cautious.
Claude's scalp tingled, and he looked at Chen Nan in shock. "Are you... are you a cultivator from the Eastern world?"
"Yes." Chen Nan did not hide his identity as a cultivator.
Claude's face was filled with excitement. "Please, Mr. Chen, save my life. If you can save my life, I will gladly gift you all my lifelong wealth."
Claude had been bitten by a vampire thirty years ago.
After that, his life had changed drastically.
He couldn't go out during the day.
He couldn't see sunlight.
He couldn't touch silver objects.
Of course.
He could endure all these.
What he truly couldn't bear was the need to drink blood!
He knew.
Once he truly drank human blood, he would completely descend into becoming a vampire.
At that point, even God would not forgive his sins!
So.
He established a hospital, and every day, fresh blood was transported from the blood bank!
Chen Nan asked, "How much do you know about the bloodline?"
Claude said respectfully, "There are three great families in the bloodline: the Modern, Norton, and Aiden families."
"It is said that the patriarch of each family possesses the strength of a Blood Emperor and has lived for over two thousand years."
"Our Rockefeller family is loyal to one of the three great bloodline families, the Modern family."
"Similar to Eastern cultivators, Western bloodlines also have different levels, and there are nine realms."
Chen Nan understood.
The phrase "also nine levels" clarified everything.
If nothing unexpected happened.
The nine levels of the bloodline corresponded to the realms of cultivation.
In other words.
The bloodline possessed powerhouses comparable to those in the Mahayana stage.
Chen Nan immediately felt a strong sense of crisis.
As a mortal, how could he contend with a powerhouse comparable to the Mahayana stage?
The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for him.
After a moment of thought, he said, "If I break the blood curse within you, will the bloodline that bit you be able to sense it?"
He had already made up his mind.
To play it safe in the Western world, he would try to avoid direct confrontation with Western cultivators as much as possible.
Otherwise, the consequences would be endless!
Claude said, "The person who bit me was a Count. Even if you break the blood curse within me, as long as you don't meet him, he won't be able to sense the blood curse being broken."
Chen Nan nodded slightly. "Alright, I will break the blood curse within you. I hope you will keep your word and return the Liangzhou Ding to our country."
Saying this, he took out his silver needles.
As the Lord of the Immortal Realm.
A Grandmaster of Formations.
What was a mere blood curse to him?