But in this situation, it comes in very handy.

Chunhu Siqiong first applied painkillers, then cut open the skin and flesh, found the bone, pieced it back together, and immediately used a skin-healing ointment to restore it.

Such a high-precision hand bone restoration surgery could only be performed by Chunhu Siqiong, a former military surgeon.

Because a bad bone setting could easily lead to lifelong disability, Chunhu Siqiong was extremely careful, and the surgery lasted a full half hour.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Long Bujie lay quietly without saying a word, but his eyes were already moist.

A warm current flowed from inside the heart, breaking through the layers of ice, and finally flowing to the limbs and bones.

It feels really good to be valued and cared for.

Only at this moment did Long Buji truly feel the reality.

Yes, he was very lucky to have met Jun Feijue.

She was not Xiao Jie, nor was she a member of the Gray Robe Sect who wanted to use him as a furnace; she was her master who genuinely loved her.

Master…

From now on, will he no longer have to shoulder everything on his own and can try to rely on the people in his sect?

"alright."

After the wounds on Long Buji's skin were perfectly repaired with the healing ointment, Chunhu Siqiong leaned back and lay directly on Xiaobo's back.

She said rather smugly, "Wooden Face, you should be glad you met this fairy. With your injuries, the other party is determined to completely cripple you."

"Yes, thank you so much, Fairy Sister."

Upon hearing this, Long Bujie, who was usually taciturn, actually spoke up and sincerely thanked him.

"Hey, not bad, not bad. You're a pretty sensible kid. You like the phrase 'Fairy Sister'."

Chunhu Siqiong, perched on Xiaobo's back, nodded with satisfaction before looking at Jun Feijue and asking, "Ling, what do you plan to do with that reckless fellow who dared to maliciously injure our little rascal?"

"Master, now that I'm better, there's no need to trouble yourself."

Long Bujie actually wanted to settle things peacefully. Although he had some resentment in his heart before, he was very happy after completely opening his heart to Jun Feijue and the others, and this matter was no longer important.

After all, his cultivation level was indeed not as strong as that of his fellow disciples who had entered the sect earlier. His opponents were celestial beings, so it was normal for him to lose and there was nothing to complain about.

"He did it on purpose."

However, Jun Feijue simply said something and walked towards the arena, "Yu is waiting for us."

"Heh, this is going to be good." Upon hearing this, Shi Wuxie revealed a cold smile.

"Emperor Moyu personally took action, tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful."

While brushing Xiao Bo's fur, Chunhu Siqiong said with a gloating look, "Doesn't she know that our Ling is the most protective of her own? She just had to court death."

"?"

Only Long Buji was bewildered, unable to understand what Jun Feijue and the others were saying.

"I admit it..."

"Bang..."

However, once he arrived at the destination, he immediately understood.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

On the dueling platform, Di Moyu was facing the brown-clad youth who had previously defeated Long Buji.

The young man in brown was now covered in blood and looked utterly disheveled, a far cry from his former arrogance.

It was clear that he wanted to admit defeat, but every time he was halfway through a sentence, he would be interrupted by Di Moyu's attack.

Just now, he was sent flying like a broken sack, landing heavily, but he controlled the distance perfectly and didn't fall off the fighting platform.