Northern General's Mansion.

What does it mean to turn gray overnight? This is it.

Two haggard-looking, unshaven men with faint white hair in their heads sat exhausted beside Yan Miaoling's body, refusing to listen to Tie Er and prepare for the funeral.

No wonder Tie Er is called Tie Er; his physique is truly resilient. He'd been fighting since the night before, sustaining numerous injuries, both major and minor. He'd been frightened, crying, and wounded on the battlefield, seemingly without food or water, yet he was still alive.

His face was filled with bitterness and resentment.

Miss Ling'er passed away suddenly, and he was sad, but what could he do?

Will the living not live anymore?

At this time, he also realized that the two equally arrogant, outstanding and handsome men in front of him were both attracted to Miss Ling'er.

"Your Majesty, Doctor Bai, would you like some porridge?"

Well, it’s useless to persuade him, no one pays attention to him.

He shook his head, put the porridge aside, and turned to leave.

He bumped into someone, a man in a hurry, his face as worried as the other two. "Where's Ling'er?" Tie Er's arm hurt from the grip of the large hand. He recognized the man and casually pointed towards the house.

Then his pupils suddenly widened. Isn't this...

Looking back, the man in white had already rushed in and went to the bed to rescue the person.

It turned out to be the deceased imperial master?

Damn it! Tie Er wiped his eyes and forgot all the pain in his body. The fantastic things that happened in the past two days were enough for him and Tie Yi to show off for the rest of their lives.

Bai Muchen and Xuanyuan Mingchen were inexplicably delighted when they saw Nanjia appear, and they spontaneously made way for him.

Especially Bai Muchen, he knows the role of Nanjia as a prophet among the ten male protagonists. With him here, he can change fate, so does that mean Ling'er won't have to die?

"National Master——" He wanted to ask but couldn't.

Because after taking the pulse of Yan Miaoling, whose face was as pale as a dead person, Nanjia suddenly took out a dagger and stabbed himself in the chest without hesitation.

Heart bleeding!!!

Could it be that the Imperial Master is going to use his own blood to save people?

Bai Muchen and Xuanyuan Mingchen exchanged a glance, both shocked by the deep affection. If the heart blood wasn't properly drawn, it could very well be fatal.

After one cut of the knife, Nanjia's face turned pale and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his smooth forehead.

He took a deep breath to resist the pain, and tremblingly approached Yan Miaoling's mouth...

Bai Muchen understood immediately and rushed over to help. Together, they fed the blood from Nanjia's chest into Yan Miaoling's dry lips...

That's when the miracle happened.

After drinking the heart's blood, Yan Miaoling quickly regained vitality, like a withered tree reborn. First, his face turned from pale gray to snowy white, then rosy. Then, his fingers, from a stiff hook, slowly relaxed, finally taking on a natural curve and even moving slightly...

The two grown men behind him cried with joy.

Xuanyuan Mingchen stayed to take care of Yan Miaoling.

Bai Muchen quickly helped Nanjia, who was about to faint from the pain, to sit on a low couch at the side, and said, "Master, don't move. Let me take a look at you." Nanjia only knew magic, but when it came to medical skills, Bai Muchen was still the best.

After taking the pulse, treatment is required.

Nanjia raised his hand to stop them, "Where is Chi Ao? If we don't save him, the danger is still there."

Bai Muchen understood immediately and quickly helped the person to the next room.

Chi Ao's secret guards had already arrived, standing with their hands hanging down, sadness evident on their faces.

Their master was dead, the crown prince passed away at a young age. No one could accept this outcome. All of them were mired in grief.

"Make way!" Bai Muchen made way for Nanjia in the crowd. He used the same method, feeding Chi Ao his heart blood. Bai Muchen had assumed Chi Ao's body was riddled with bloody holes, and even with the heart blood, he would be weak and shaky if he were to be saved.

Who would have thought that not only would his complexion slowly recover, but his limbs would also regain vitality. Even the bloody holes in his body slowly healed and returned to their original state. It was truly miraculous.

This wonderful phenomenon shocked everyone present...

Bai Muchen didn't believe it. He turned his head slightly and looked at the knife wound on Chi Ao's back. Then an expression of disbelief froze on his face.

Because Chi Ao was certain of death, he had already pulled the knife out of his back.

He knew better than anyone how big the wound was.

Even this can be cured.

He looked at the pale Nanjia in confusion, and quickly took out the only remaining Huiyuan Pill and fed it to him, "Master, are you okay? How can I help you?" This was beyond the scope of medical skills.

Nanjia swallowed the pill with great effort.

This was the first time he had done this, and he didn't expect the loss to be so huge.

He could no longer open his eyelids, and he leaned weakly against the chair, not saying a word for a long time. He felt the life force in his body disappearing bit by bit. Could it be that he was going to die?

Is he not destined to be with her after all?

Inside the main hall of the Heavenly Hunyuan Palace, the old monk anticipated everything. He sighed silently. Then, without hesitation, he summoned his inner elixir and, with a flick of his finger, descended into the lower realms.

Bai Muchen saw a streak of golden light slanting through the window, sinking into Nanjia's chest before vanishing in the blink of an eye. Then, something miraculous happened again. Nanjia's chest wound slowly healed, and even his blood-stained white robe returned to its pristine state.

Nanjia's complexion brightened, and he regained his solitude and the air of an immortal that was not in keeping with the mortal world...

He slowly opened his eyes.

He rushed out of the room, walked to the courtyard, found a spot facing south, and knelt down reverently. He bowed three times sincerely, "Disciple... Thank you, Master, for giving me a new life!"

I felt in my heart: I owe my master so much.

After this incident, Master is even further away from his goal of rebuilding his golden body.

He had originally been thinking about returning to secular life, but suddenly changed his mind and secretly made a decision. He would return to the temple and chant sutras and pray for his master day and night.

At the same time, in a nunnery, Liu Shengnan noticed that the golden Buddha statue in front of her had become exhausted. She knew that her seventeen years of hard work had been in vain. In order to help his apprentice, he gave up the opportunity to rekindle their relationship.

This decision also indicates that the older generation of male and female protagonists will never be able to reunite.

It’s a pity, of course it’s a pity.

But her son can live a better life, right?

Liu Shengnan accepted her fate, knelt down again, and continued her daily chanting and worship.

...

About half an hour later, Yan Miaoling and Chi Ao woke up at the same time. The whole mansion was filled with joy.

Everyone finally took up their roles and it was time to get down to business. For example, the bloodshot-eyed, haggard King Chen once again became spirited and sharp-witted.

After returning to the army and conducting several interrogations and investigations, I finally understood.

"The traitor turned out to be him!"

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