"Wuji is alright, that's wonderful."

"Thanks to this pill."

Yang Buhui was also grateful to Lin Bufan, and couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and kiss Lin Bufan on the cheek.

Lin Bufan's interest was piqued, so he put his arm around Yang Buhui's waist and returned the gesture by kissing her swan-like neck.

Even the palms began to stir restlessly, ready to wander...

"Young Master, everyone is watching." Yang Buhui blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

In reality, few people were watching her and Lin Bufan; everyone's attention was still focused on Zhang Wuji's Ming Cult.

What kind of miraculous elixir could revive Zhang Wuji, who was critically injured and on the verge of death?

Master Kongzhi thought to himself that even the elixirs of Shaolin Temple could not achieve this.

Zhang Wuji had woken up, but his inability to move for a long time worried Yin Tianzheng and his group.

"Young Master Lin, Young Hero Lin, please come over here for a moment."

As a last resort, they turned to Lin Bufan for help, asking him to go and check on Zhang Wuji's condition.

Lin Bufan came to Zhang Wuji's side, squatted down, and took Zhang Wuji's pulse.

Zhang Wuji stared wide-eyed at Lin Bufan, terrified, worried that Lin Bufan might harm him.

His worries were justified; Lin Bufan was indeed working against him, silently using the Northern Darkness Divine Art to absorb his inner strength without making a sound.

Zhang Wuji wanted to get up, wanted to hit someone, wanted to bite Lin Bufan's ear, wanted to scream for help...

However, he was in a state where he could do nothing and could only let Lin Bufan absorb his internal energy.

Like everyone else, Yang Buhui assumed that Lin Bufan was genuinely treating Zhang Wuji's injuries and reassured him, "Bear with it, young master will heal you."

Zhang Wuji glared at Yang Buhui again: He didn't heal me, he's controlling me. He's the one who made me like this. You're all brainless and you still expect him to control me.

Just as he realized this, he suddenly discovered that his Ren and Du meridians were blocked, his vocal cords were damaged, and all the meridians in his body were severed.

Aside from the big head and the small head, the rest of the body cannot move.

It was obvious that Lin Bufan was secretly making underhanded moves.

Zhang Wuji was heartbroken: It's over, I'm ruined. I'm just like my Uncle-Master Yu Daiyan, destined to spend the rest of my life lying in bed being cared for.

After pretending to take his pulse, Lin Bufan sighed to the Ming Cult members, "His injuries are too severe. All the meridians in his limbs are severed. Pills can only prolong his life, not cure his disability. Please accept my condolences."

Huh? This, this...

The members of the Ming Cult were greatly disappointed.

In a martial arts competition, life and death are preordained; fists and feet have no eyes, and whoever hurts whom has only themselves to blame and cannot complain about others.

The Ming Cult members couldn't really blame Lin Bufan; it was just a pity about their leader, who was still so young.

Yin Tianzheng was unwilling to give up: "Can the Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment cure it?"

"Perhaps it is possible; you are welcome to go and search."

Lin Bufan left the Ming Cult with a glimmer of hope, but in reality, Zhang Wuji had no chance of standing up again.

Upon hearing that there was hope, Yin Tianzheng immediately went to ask Zhao Min for the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment.

Lin Bufan stopped him, saying, "I don't even have the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment, so how could Zhao Min have it? She hasn't been back to the Ruyang Prince's Mansion for a long time."

The implication was that they should go to the Prince of Ruyang's residence to demand it.

"Sigh." Yin Tianzheng sighed, helpless.

Yang Buhui took Lin Bufan's arm and tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek. "Young Master, you are so kind."

Yang Xiao watched from the side, sighing repeatedly, saying that daughters grow up and cannot be kept at home.