Chapter 96 Chapter 96 Long Aotian's Father 10

Hua Duoyou: "...Junior Brother Yan, your sister seems to have woken up."

Yan Bufan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Zhuozhuo with his eyes open. He immediately strode over. He knelt on one knee in front of the couch and observed Zhuozhuo's expression. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhuozhuo was still feeling a bit lazy. He rubbed his chubby cheek against the soft blanket and mumbled, "Daddy, I'm sleepy..."

"Wait a while before going to sleep," Yan Bufan pinched her burning crevices and helped her stand on the soft couch. "Besides being sleepy, what else do you feel? Does your stomach hurt? Does your head hurt? Do your arms, legs, hands, and feet hurt?"

Seeing Zhuozhuo's blinking frequency slow down and her head tilted as if she was about to fall asleep again, Yan Bufan urged her, "Zhuozhuo, don't fall asleep yet. Tell me what's wrong with you first."

Zhuozhuo was awakened by Dun and looked at him angrily, "Daddy——"

Yan Bufan suddenly had an idea at this moment and asked, "Were you asleep when you first got here?"

Zhuozhuo thought for a moment and said in a baby voice, "I feel sleepy. It's so comfortable. Let's go to sleep."

The feeling of inhaling spiritual energy for the first time was truly wondrous. Zhuozhuo, exhausted from not getting much rest for over a day, completely awoke. Without even a word to Yan Bufan, she fell into a deep sleep. During this time, Zhuozhuo seemed to hear a noise, but it didn't wake her. It was only when she left Yan Bufan's embrace that she jolted awake.

After Zhuozhuo confirmed Yan Bufan's suspicions, Yan Bufan began to doubt himself. He felt that the little guy was too young to distinguish between sleep and coma. So, Yan Bufan asked Hua Duoyou to examine Zhuozhuo again.

After breaking the limitations of his thinking, Hua Duoyou was 99% sure this time that Zhuozhuo was really fine.

But since they had already set out, it would be inconvenient to go back. Hua Duoyou put his arm around Yan Bufan's shoulders and invited him to the deck to enjoy the night view.

Yan Bufan was eager to learn about the situation in the world of immortal cultivation, so he gladly accepted the invitation. He was about to ask Zhuozhu if she was still asleep when she cried out in a sobbing voice, "Daddy."

Yan Bufan's heart tightened, thinking Zhuozhuo was in pain somewhere, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Daddy's bleeding," Zhuozhuo pointed at Yan Bufan's shoulders, arms, chest, and legs, her little hands too busy to handle them all. "So much blood." She tried to hold it back, but eventually she burst into tears. "Daddy, I'm going to die. I don't want Daddy to die."

Yan Bufan regretted not washing himself immediately. It was nighttime on the mountain before, and Zhuozhuo couldn't see him clearly. Now the lights were bright, and she was frightened all of a sudden. He softened his voice and said, "I'm fine, I just look scary."

But these words were not convincing with the injuries all over his body. Zhuozhuo looked at him with tears in her eyes. She wanted to throw herself into his arms for a hug but didn't dare. She looked so pitiful. She choked and said, "Daddy is lying to children."

"I didn't lie to you."

Yan Bufan wiped Zhuozhuo's tears and explained a few words in a pale voice, but found it was useless, so he pointed at Hua Duoyou and said, "This is Senior Brother Hua Duoyouhua. You wait here with him for me. I'm going to take a shower. When I'm clean, you'll know I'm fine."

Zhuozhuo didn't even look at Hua Duoyou. He held Yan Bufan's hand and said pitifully, "I don't want it. Zhuozhuo doesn't know Brother Hua Duo. I want my daddy."

Hua Duoyou, who was ignored and nicknamed, said: "...Junior Sister Zhuozhuo, I can assure you that your father's injuries, poof, are not serious. He is now barely at the first level of Qi training and can already circulate spiritual energy to repair his injuries. He is definitely in much better shape now than when he was first injured. If you sleep a little longer, his injuries will heal on their own."

Zhuozhuo only understood "Yan Bufan's injury was even more serious before she found out" from this long speech, and Hua Duoyou laughed at her. The tears that had just stopped falling were about to fall again, and she said angrily, "Bad guy!"

Hua Duoyou's scalp tingled, and he begged for mercy, "Junior Sister Zhuozhuo, don't cry. Senior Brother was wrong. Senior Brother is a bad guy. Your father's injuries look serious, but they are just flesh wounds. One pill can heal him immediately."

Zhuozhuo covered his ears and said childishly, "I don't want to listen to bad guys!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. I'll just show you." Hua Duoyou took out a white porcelain bottle and poured out a pill. He looked at Yan Bufan pitifully and whispered, "Junior Brother Yan, I won't harm you. This pill is the most suitable for you right now. Good Junior Brother, help me, eat it."

Yan Bufan noticed Zhuozhuo's curious look and ate the pill without saying a word. He ate it so quickly that Hua Duoyou worried that he was too naive and would be cheated when he went out in the future.

The elixir tasted sweet like acacia blossoms, melting in the mouth and sliding down the esophagus into the stomach. A warmth immediately spread throughout Yan Bufan's limbs and bones. The pain he had been forcing himself to endure disappeared, replaced by a wonderful feeling of purification.

Yan Bufan didn't let himself get lost in it. When he opened his eyes, he found that Zhuozhuo had stopped crying and was staring at him blankly. He smiled and said, "You..."

Yan Bufan realized that something was wrong. His skin was covered with a thin layer of black, sticky substance, which also emitted a foul odor.

He looked at Hua Duoyou expressionlessly, and Hua Duoyou immediately came over and said with a smile, "I'll clean you up, Junior Brother." After that, he performed a cleansing spell, and Yan Bufan's body was instantly clean.

"Wow, Daddy! Daddy has become clean and white."

Yan Bufan was no longer a battle-damaged figure, and Zhuozhuo immediately became happy, regaining her childish nature. She glanced at Yan Bufan, then at Hua Duoyou's hand, then stretched out her little hand to imitate Hua Duoyou's movements, having a lot of fun.

Yan Bufan fell silent as he looked at his skin which had become whiter and smoother.

Hua Duoyou quickly said, "Junior Brother Yan, don't worry. The effect of this pill will only last for three days. After three days, your skin will slowly return to its previous state."

"Brother Hua, what is this?" The world of cultivating immortals is truly magical. A pill can heal injuries instantly.

Hua Duoyou hesitantly said, "Junior Brother Yan, this is called the Spring Jade Muscle Pill. It can not only heal the internal and external injuries of a cultivator in the Qi Training Stage in a few breaths, but it can also expel impurities from the body, similar to the effect of cleansing the meridians and marrow."

The name sounded unorthodox, so Yan Bufan asked, "Brother Hua, how do you usually use this kind of medicine?"

Hua Duoyou coughed and said guiltily, "I don't use this, but those who do usually use it before dual cultivation."

At first glance, the term "dual cultivation" doesn't sound good or bad, but Hua Duoyou's reserved and embarrassed expression suggests it's not a good term either. Yan Bufan chuckled, "Brother Hua, if you have anything to say, just say it. I can handle it. No need to hesitate."

Hua Duoyou said it all in one breath.

This Spring Jade Muscle Pill was indeed a good thing, developed by a Mahayana-stage medical cultivator specifically for Qi Condensation cultivators, with corresponding products also available for Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages. However, the original purpose of this pill was to heal injuries sustained by the person, cleansing the person from the inside out, so that they could practice dual cultivation with others.

Because this Mahayana stage medical cultivator was fond of beauty, he often practiced dual cultivation not for the purpose of increasing his cultivation, but simply for the sake of dual cultivation. Therefore, he had many furnaces and cauldrons even from the Qi training stage. However, cultivators from the Qi training stage, foundation building stage, and golden elixir stage were very easy to be injured by Mahayana stage cultivators, and their meridians and marrow were not cleansed properly, leaving impurities in their bodies.

This Mahayana-stage medical cultivator was a man of compassion and kindness. The elixir he developed would not overdraw the cauldron's health or potential, and was completely harmless. However, few in the world of immortal cultivation used this elixir, and even those who did used it did so in secret.

Hua Duoyou has this, and it’s the leftover from the Qi training period.

Yan Bufan smiled after hearing this. While immortal cultivators may seem detached from the world, they are still trapped in the mundane world, bound by mundane constraints. He said, "If that's the case, this Spring Jade Muscle Pill is a magical elixir for lower-level cultivators. Since Senior Brother Hua is willing to give it to me, why would I object?"

"Junior Brother Yan is very insightful."

"Daddy, don't worry!" A childish voice suddenly interrupted, and the two realized that Zhuozhuo had listened to the whole thing with his big eyes blinking.

Hua Duoyou was a little embarrassed, but Yan Bufan didn't think it was a big deal. He said to Zhuozhuo, "It's not a headache. Senior Brother Hua was praising my intelligence."

"Daddy is the smartest!" Zhuozhuo threw herself into Yan Bufan's arms and was stunned by the condition of his skin. She hugged his neck and rubbed her face against his, "Daddy is so smooth and feels so good!"

Yan Bufan: "...Even if it's nice to touch, you can't keep touching."

Zhuozhuo chuckled and rubbed his head, making both of their faces red and hot. Yan Bufan felt like his face was about to burn, so he quickly stopped Zhuozhuo and said, "Are you still sleeping?"

Zhuozhuo had become more alert. She thought for a moment and said, "Daddy, sleep with Zhuozhuo."

Yan Bufan wanted to coax Zhuo Zhuo to sleep first, so he put her on the couch and went to make the bed. As soon as he left, Hua Duoyou sat down on the couch, took out a delicate little bell, and shook it to attract Zhuo Zhuo's attention, "Junior Sister Zhuo Zhuo, look at this?"

The bell is red, tied with a golden string, and the string is strung with seven gems. It is very beautiful. The sound when it is shaken is also pleasant, like gold hitting jade, crisp and pleasant, and it also contains a sense of vigor and vitality.

Zhuozhuo fell in love with him at first sight. Her little hands on her legs were eager to grab him, but she held back and stared at Hua Duoyou for a while before saying childishly, "Uncle wants to play with Zhuozhuo."

"Zhuozhuo is really smart," Hua Duoyou grinned. He glanced in Yan Bufan's direction and whispered, "Junior sister, I'm not your uncle. I'm Hua Duoyou, your senior brother. You have to call me senior brother. If you call me senior brother, I'll give you the bell. How about that?"

Zhuozhuo shook her head. Amidst Hua Duoyou's disappointed "Ah," she said in a baby voice, "Senior Brother."

"Oh, Zhuozhuo is so nice." Hua Duoyou was satisfied and said excitedly: "Zhuozhuo doesn't like bells. I have a lot of small toys here. Take a look and see what you like." He took off his storage bag, took out things, and piled them on the couch.

His scorching gaze stopped at the bell, and he said softly, "I like the bell."

"Then why not?"

Zhuozhuo said childishly, "Even without the bell, I can still call you Senior Brother."

Hua Duoyou paused and asked, "Why?" He had just pouted and called him a bad guy and told him not to listen to him.

Zhuozhuo said innocently, "Senior Brother made Daddy's injury disappear. Senior Brother helped Daddy clean up. Senior Brother is a good person. Zhuozhuo plays with Senior Brother and we are good friends!"

"Are you so careless in judging whether someone is good or bad?" Hua Duoyou forced a smile and said softly, "Besides, good people aren't necessarily suitable to be friends. After all, you don't know if they think you're a bad person or the one who can be sacrificed."