"puff--"

The sound of water spraying came one after another.

The cup in Yan Huailiu's hand broke into powder with a snap out of control.

Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare, and they were shaking all over from trying to hold it in.

City Lord Yu quickly apologized: "Sect Master Yan, please, please don't argue with me. He's young and talking nonsense... Brat! What are you talking about!"

He raised his hand to hit Yu Ziheng.

Yan Huailiu subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but he didn't expect that he couldn't control the strength, and a burst of force directly blew City Lord Yu away.

As luck would have it, it fell on the table of the female cultivators in Yuehua Pavilion, causing a panic.

"I, I didn't mean it."

Yan Huailiu looked at his hands with an expression of [no idea of ​​his own strength].

"Xingyun, go see if City Lord Yu is okay!"

In this situation, Yan Huailiu immediately chose to rely on the disciple closest to him.

Gu Xingyun swallowed his saliva and ran down quickly.

Yan Huailiu wanted to follow, but his legs were too weak to move, so he could only give orders to the other two disciples who were pretending to be ostriches.

"Jingming, go help your senior brother check if City Lord Yu is seriously injured. Xinghua, help the child up."

The two apprentices quickly did as they were told.

Gu Xingyun first apologized to the group of female cultivators, and quickly asked the disciples next to him to restore the place to its original state. Then he helped City Lord Yu sit in the empty seat next to him and apologized softly.

"I'm so sorry, Master, I didn't mean it. This is my junior brother, he's proficient in medicine. If City Lord Yu is comfortable, I can let him treat you."

City Lord Yu covered his chest and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He had to force a smile: "Haha, it's okay, it's okay. Thank you two nephews. It's my blessing to help Sect Master Yan practice. Sect Master Yan's cultivation has improved. I can't even withstand a single blow. It seems that the Yuxu Sect can sit on the throne of the number one in the cultivation world for hundreds of years."

Everyone: ...

Yan Huailiu: ...

It is still unknown whether Yan Huailiu can sit on the throne of the number one cultivation for another hundred years, but it is estimated that no one will compete with City Lord Yu for the position of the number one bootlicker in the next few hundred years.

They knew they couldn't do it, even after being beaten to the point of vomiting blood, yet still being able to smile and brag.

Yan Huailiu is the type of person who feels more guilty the more polite others are to him.

If someone hurts him, it depends on the situation. But if he hurts someone, he will definitely feel so guilty that he will wake up in the middle of the night and slap himself.

But the person who was injured didn't do anything bad to him.

Overwhelmed with guilt, he didn't care about his weak legs and feet. He flew to City Lord Yu, took out his handkerchief and handed it to him with an extremely sincere attitude.

"I'm so sorry. I was worried you'd hit the child, so I got a little anxious. Please wipe the blood first."

A group of people's eyes were about to fall to the ground.

City Lord Yu took it with shaking hands, somewhat unable to believe it.

Yan Huailiu frowned and asked Chang Sui, who was still checking his pulse, "Is he okay?"

Chang Sui's face flushed red: "Master, Master, City Lord Yu has several broken tendons and ribs... Also, his cultivation level, maybe..."

In front of so many people, he didn't dare to say too much.

Because of his master's carelessness, City Lord Yu's cultivation level had to regress by several decades.

Yan Huailiu had no idea how to respond to this and asked in confusion, "Do you have any medicine?"

Chang Sui looked at Gu Xingyun timidly, not knowing what to say.

Receiving his junior apprentice's pleading gaze, Gu Xingyun gritted his teeth and replied, "Master, the pharmacy only has those basic tonics left. You must have used up the medicine for injuries some time ago."

What's the point of using up or not? The Yuxu Sect simply doesn't have any good medicine.

Yan Huailiu was such a stingy person that he would even take away the most basic medicines for treating injuries and would never leave any for his disciples.

The medicines he used on his body were often collected by himself in the mountains.

Yan Huailiu knew nothing about this.

All he could think about now was: It's over, it's all messed up, he tore up the script himself, if the system was online, he would definitely be sent to an unknown prison to be punished.

Not far away, the discussion mode started again.

"The medicine for the wounds has been used up. It seems that Sect Master Yan's private training is very brutal!"

"No wonder he got first place. It turns out he worked so hard behind the scenes. It seems we have to speed up our training too. We can't let a junior outdo us."

"What kind of medicine do you want? Is he doing this on purpose? He could have healed City Lord Yu just by raising his hand, but he had to use those methods."

"Stop talking now! If he hears you, you won't be able to have a good life for the next few days!"

"Tsk, what are you afraid of? Everyone knows that the Yuxu Sect's Crimson Pearl Mysterious Sutra is powerful. It uses spiritual energy to resurrect the dead. He insisted on asking his disciple in front of everyone if he had medicine for his injuries. Isn't this torture?"

…

Yan Huailiu had sharp ears and just happened to hear this part.

I searched my spiritual consciousness as quickly as possible and found this secret method in the corner.

It seems... not very difficult?

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly placed his fingertips on City Lord Yu's wrist and whispered, "I'm sorry."

City Lord Yu, who was originally smiling, had a frozen expression, his whole body tensed up, and sweat started dripping down instantly.

What's the meaning?

Is Yan Huailiu going to destroy him?

Sure enough, just sending his son away couldn't calm his anger?

His Shuijing City will disappear today...

Huh?

The spiritual energy flowing smoothly in his body interrupted City Lord Yu's wandering thoughts.

He could feel his injuries being healed bit by bit, and the aura that did not belong to him flowed naturally in his body without any stagnation.

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