"Where is this?" Ye Xiruo opened her eyes in confusion. The soft blanket beneath her made her wish she could stay asleep forever, but figuring out the situation was more important.

"You're awake." The elegant, languid voice seemed to touch the deepest, most delicate thoughts in one's heart.

Next, what came into Ye Xiruo's view was a wide red robe, and jet-black hair that cascaded down her back like a black waterfall. Even just her back view was mesmerizing.

Ye Xiruo had never seen such a person, no matter how hard he tried.

"Did you save me?" The thought of being stunned while eating, feeling like my bones were being crushed, was incredibly painful.

"Yes." As soon as she finished speaking, the red-clad figure turned around, and a bewitching, enchanting yet arrogant face suddenly appeared in Ye Xiruo's eyes.

Jing Li chuckled softly, her dark eyes clearly reflecting Ye Xiruo's pale face and dazed expression.

A hand landed directly on Ye Xiruo's head, rubbed it, and Ye Xiruo dramatically fainted. Her last thought was, "What a devil! That bewitching smile could definitely be a killing blow."

"Is he dead or not?"

Jing Li wasn't so polite to Xiu Qiyu. He pulled the man out of bed, casually checked his injuries, and frowned. Several ribs were broken, and there were at least a dozen wounds of varying sizes all over his body. Jing Li touched his nose, showing no remorse whatsoever; these wounds seemed to be all his doing. How could this guy be so weak! How could he protect his disciple? He'd need to train him properly in the future.

Xiu Qiyu slowly opened her eyes, her pale, cold face expressionless: "Where is Ye Zi?"

"She's fine."

Xiu Qiyu closed his eyes, as if Jing Li, who had almost killed him, had nothing to do with him.

"You need something."

"It's good that she's alright."

"Open your mouth." Jing Li tossed two pills at you: "I'll save your life for the sake of my disciple. Take good care of your injuries."

Xiu Qiyu used the last bit of his true energy to spread the medicinal power and prepare to heal his injuries. Although he didn't remember what happened last night, the severe injuries to his meridians and internal organs when he woke up today still made him gasp.

"Where is Zhiyi?" Xiu Qiyu asked again.

"I won't die." After all, someone offered such a high price; it would be a waste not to take the deal.

Dozens of miles away, the young master Hua Rong, who was brewing medicine for Qing Zhiyi, sneezed violently.

Although that freak seemed unreliable, he at least cured the Blood-Dissolving Grass poison, which could be considered a partial saving of Qing Zhiyi's life. You see, when he saw that red figure carrying Xiao Yezi fly away, and then Xiu Qiyu went berserk in pursuit, he almost went berserk or activated a secret technique. He's gone! What will happen to Qing Zhiyi? The Blood-Dissolving Grass will eventually melt away all of Qing Zhiyi's meridians and bones; it's extremely insidious and vicious.

Hua Mu was severely injured by the mysterious man in red robes, so he naturally wouldn't feel comfortable going up to finish her off. He believed that even with the help of a renowned doctor, Hua Mu would need to lie in bed for three to five years to recover.

As for whether the Hua family will still be the same Hua family that Hua Mu knew three to five years from now? Hua Rong sneered.

His storage ring was already mostly empty, though he had replenished some from Hua Mu.

Qingzhiyi has exhausted his inner energy, lost too much blood, and is now practically crippled by the poison of the Blood-Transforming Grass. However, he has already contacted his family, and they will send someone over soon.

"You're awake. Does your wound still hurt?" Hua Rong asked Qing Zhiyi obsequiously, holding the medicine.

Qingzhiyi lay half-reclined on the bed. Her wounds had been re-bandaged. Although her meridians were still empty of any true energy, her injuries had indeed improved a lot.

A smile played at the corners of his lips: "I won't die."

"Then hurry up and drink your medicine!"

Qingzhi turned her face away; I couldn't see her, I couldn't see her.

Hua Rong was amused; even the elegant and gentle Qing Zhiyi had this side to him.

"This medicine is very effective. You need to recover quickly before you can go find Xiao Yezi and your senior brother." After thinking for a while, Hua Rong finally decided to tell Qing Zhiyi the news.

"Something has happened to Senior Brother and Little Yezi."

"Little Yezi was taken away by that monster, and then Xiu Qiyu suddenly changed into a different person, dressed in pure white, chasing after him with murderous intent. She hasn't returned yet."

Qingzhiyi's expression kept changing. Senior Brother, that secret technique caused you great harm. You would be seriously injured after just one battle. I don't know how you are now. The communication talisman is useless now.

"Don't worry, I've already sent people to look for it, and we'll have news soon."

Qingzhiyi glanced coldly at Huarong, said nothing, took the medicine, and prepared to drink it.

"Wait a minute, it's very hot."

"They didn't fight last night, don't worry!"

Since no fight broke out, it seemed that Senior Brother's injuries might not be as serious as she had imagined. Qing Zhiyi finally felt a little relieved.

"Don't let me see that monster, I won't be able to resist beating him up."

Qing Zhiyi coldly said, "It seems you can't even beat one of their fingers."

Hua Rong lowered her head, and Zhiyi seemed to be telling the truth.

"Even if Xiu Qiyu went up there, he still wouldn't be able to beat them." What's so strange about me not being able to beat them? This young master is still young, so young!!!

Qing Zhiyi's eyes narrowed dangerously: "What did you say?"

"I said if Xiu Qiyu hadn't been injured, I would have definitely beaten him unconscious." Hua Rong herself felt that she was being dishonest when she said this.

But looking at Qingzhiyi's expression, she seemed to agree wholeheartedly.

Oh no, another person has been poisoned by the Seven-Herb Poison, and it seems like they're quite deeply poisoned.

"Several people died in Qinglian Heaven last night. I heard they were rogue cultivators."

Qing Zhiyi sneered: "Those major sects really know how to pat themselves on the back. They just couldn't resist their inner desires and found some pitiful substitutes for the strange fire."

"That's a strange fire." Hua Rong said dismissively. It's not that people are unwilling to take risks, but rather whether it's worth it. Clearly, this strange fire is worth the risk.

"Once your injuries have healed a bit, I'll take you back to Luoxia Valley, or you could visit our Huatian Sect to relax." Hua Rong instinctively didn't want Qing Zhiyi to get involved in this bloody affair that was destined to end in bloodshed.

"I won't leave until I find my senior brother." After drinking her medicine, Qing Zhiyi lay down and closed her eyes, looking like she didn't want to pay any attention to Hua Rong.

Hua Rong stood up; this time, he was determined to protect Qing Zhiyi.

Their goal was simply to find the person, not the strange fire, and they hoped to avoid suffering any undeserved disaster.

After last night's brutal battle, Hua Rong seemed to have matured in an instant. Her face still carried a childlike innocence, but it had gained an indescribable depth.