SFS Chapter 1710 Oh, you're awake?
Chapter 1710 Oh, you're awake?
The two disciples, expressionless, unlocked the chains and dragged Zhao Hu's bloodied and unconscious body out of the mountain gate like a dead dog.
The heavy body left a long, shocking trail of blood on the ground.
Su Hao looked at the bloodstain, then at Su Hongzhen on the high platform with a cold expression, and felt an even greater chill in his heart.
Luo Yang sighed softly and lowered his head.
Zhao Hu was carelessly abandoned in a desolate valley dozens of miles away from the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect's mountain gate, like discarded trash.
The smell of blood attracted several low-level demonic beasts that lingered nearby, letting out greedy growls.
Just as a hyena-like monster couldn't contain itself and was about to pounce on its meal—
The space above the valley distorted very slightly, creating a ring of almost imperceptible silver ripples.
The next instant, Zhao Hu's broken body, along with the pool of blood on the ground, vanished silently as if erased by an eraser, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air and the confused growl of the demon beast.
The valley returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
Only the majestic mountain gate of the Qingcheng Imperial Dharma Sect in the distance cast a long, cold shadow in the setting sun.
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Zhao Hu's consciousness seemed to be sinking to the bottom of a cold, dark sea, with intermittent, intense pain like the tides, trying again and again to completely drown him.
After an unknown amount of time, a sliver of warmth and a faint light, like a glimmer of light piercing the deep sea, pulled him out of the endless darkness and pain.
His eyelids felt as heavy as if two mountains were pressing down on them, and he struggled to open them a crack.
As my blurred vision gradually focused, what first caught my eye was a soft, warm light, like starlight, that was not dazzling.
It was neither the cold, hard stone walls of the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect nor the icy soil of the desolate valley.
He lay on a soft, comfortable bed with a faint fragrance, covered with a light, warm fabric.
What made his heart stop was that two people were sitting by his bedside, talking in hushed tones.
Mingchuan and Yeyan.
Zhao Hu let out a soft "ho" sound in his throat as he tried to move his body, but this triggered a heart-wrenching pain that felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and groan.
The commotion immediately alerted the two people beside the bed.
"Oh? You're awake?" Ye Yan was the first to turn his head, looking at him with a smile. His eyes held a mixture of scrutiny, inquiry, and a hint of barely perceptible admiration. "Kid, you're pretty tough. You didn't die."
Mingchuan also looked over, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by solemnity.
He bent down and gently pressed down on Zhao Hu's shoulder, which was trying to struggle: "Don't move. You are badly injured. If you move again, you might lose your life."
Zhao Hu looked at Ming Chuan's face, which was so close to his own, and saw the concern clearly in his deep eyes, without the slightest hint of disgust or perfunctoriness.
Thinking of how completely useless he is now, where even the slightest movement causes him unbearable pain, a huge wave of sorrow and guilt surged into his heart, and his eyes instantly reddened.
"Sect Leader Ming..." His voice was terribly hoarse, almost incoherent, each word tugged at by the pain in his throat and chest, "I...I'm sorry...I...I'm useless...I've become like this...and...I've caused you so much trouble..."
He wanted to say that he had left the sect cleanly before coming here, and that he genuinely wanted to follow Mingchuan. But looking at his broken body, all the words stuck in his throat, leaving only deep self-blame and helplessness.
He's a complete burden now; he can't even stay alive, let alone help.
Mingchuan looked at his red eyes and guilty face, sighed softly, but his tone was even more gentle and firm:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You risked your life to come find me, clean and pure. That kind of heart is more precious than anything else!"
"Don't call me Sect Leader Ming anymore, just call me Brother Ming from now on!"
Zhao Hu was so moved that this grown man couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Okay...Ming-ge!"
Mingchuan smiled and nodded: "Alright, since you've called me 'brother,' you're my brother now. How could I not take care of you?"
Zhao Hu felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his eyes welled up with tears.
Seeing that he was about to get up again, Mingchuan quickly pressed him down.
"Alright, lie still, don't move, and stop talking nonsense,"
After Mingchuan finished speaking, he looked at Ye Yan again, his brows furrowing: "It's a bit troublesome, but it's not impossible. Master, what do you think..."
Ye Yan stroked his beard and pondered, "His meridians are severed, his Qi Sea is destroyed, and his foundation is annihilated... That old bastard Su Hongzhen is truly ruthless, leaving no room for maneuver. Ordinary pills and cultivation techniques would probably be enough to make him live a normal life like an ordinary person, let alone recover."
He looked at Mingchuan: "Your 'The Ultimate Unity of All Things' is indeed profound and inclusive, but its core is ultimately the law of space, which focuses on fusion and evolution. Reshaping such a completely destroyed foundation and meridians is like rebuilding a completely different city on ruins. The energy attributes and the path of reconstruction are mismatched. Forcibly using the power of space to fill it will probably backfire and completely disrupt his already fragile body."
Mingchuan nodded, a rare look of unease on his face: "I'm also worried about this. I can use spatial power to temporarily stabilize his life force, and even slowly nurture him, but to help him recover, or even... turn misfortune into blessing and embark on a path more suitable for him, we lack a crucial link. A source power that can thoroughly refine and reshape his physical body and potential, and it must be domineering and masculine enough to break through the foundational ruins frozen by the yin and cold power."
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the difficulty in each other's eyes. Zhao Hu's situation was too special, and too serious.
As Zhao Hu listened to the discussion between the two bigwigs, the glimmer of hope that had just risen in his heart gradually sank again.
Even Ming-ge and Master Ye found it troublesome...
Just as the atmosphere in the room was becoming somewhat tense, a sudden change occurred!
Suddenly, without warning, the Burning Heaven Ancient Jade in Mingchuan's spatial bracelet began to vibrate slightly, its surface flowing with a warm, crimson luster.
Mingchuan quickly took out the ancient jade.
Soon, a voice came from inside.
"Young friend Mingchuan, this is just a trivial matter of reshaping bones and rebuilding foundations, not worth your frowns!"
That voice... who else could it be but Master Lingxu?
Mingchuan and Yeyan were both taken aback and looked at the Burning Heaven Ancient Jade.
The ancient jade shone even brighter, its crimson hue interspersed with a few wisps of lively and cunning blue light.
The next moment, the light detached from the ancient jade and quickly condensed into two alternating figures in the open space of the room.
It was none other than Master Lingxu and the Green-Faced Fox!
As soon as the two appeared, they brought with them a variety of rich and pure spiritual energy, full of heat and vitality, as well as several strange spiritual herbs and fruits that floated around them, emitting various precious lights and clearly of extraordinary quality!
"Senior Lingxu? Green-faced Fox?" Mingchuan asked in surprise, then his eyes flashed with joy, "You've both recovered?"