Chapter 21

The secret realm of Mushan collapsed, and only ten percent of the hundreds of young disciples survived. The rest were turned into corpses and not even ashes could be found.

The dusk city was shaken.

All the major families hung white banners in mourning, the elderly sent off the young, and there were cries of grief everywhere. The young disciples were seriously injured, and countless people fainted from crying beside the coffins that were only covered with clothes. It was a tragic scene.

Four people survived in the Chu family, and three of the deaths were direct descendants. They were considered the family with the least losses among the direct descendants of the aristocratic family. The front yard was paved with white. The families who lost their children cried loudly. When they saw Chu Yusheng, Chu Wumei or Chu Xiaoshi, they would roar and rush over, asking them why they didn't save their children!

"Chu Jinglan, yes, it's all Chu Jinglan's fault. Even you guys can survive, why didn't he save my child!"

Chu Jinglan was not disturbed by them at this moment, simply because there was no more room in his room.

The head of the family, the elders, and the medical practitioner were coming and going in Chu Jinglan's bedroom, making a lot of noise, but the unconscious Chu Jinglan knew nothing about it.

"My Dantian is completely shattered, and I only have a breath of spiritual energy left to save my life."

"The meridians are severed. Even if they are reconnected, it will be difficult to move forward."

"Young Master Chu... is dead!"

"Find another doctor! Ask for help from the Middle Realm Illusion Sword Sect. He can't be so useless!"

So many people, anxiously, angrily, crowded into the room, but no one noticed that at the end of Chu Jinglan's bed, there was a beautiful figure sitting.

When the daylight came in, he had no shadow. Between his brows there was a fiery red lotus, and his eyes were enchanting, but at this moment he just stared quietly at the unconscious person.

He curled up at the end of the bed, hugging his knees, like a ghost or a porcelain doll.

Today is the third day that Chu Jinglan has been in a coma, and Xiao Mo has been taking care of him here for three days.

Chu Jinglan was shocked to find that the only source of light in his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered. After Xiao Mo woke up in the sea of ​​consciousness, the first thing he did was to rush to the edge of Moon Lake and under the dead tree, desperately trying to save the shattered moonlight.

The fire-like faint light kept going out and I couldn't catch it at all. I finally caught it in my fingertips, but I could only watch helplessly as it turned into sand and slipped away from my fingertips.

Xiao Mo's heart trembled, but he tried hard to keep his hands steady, not daring to let his fingers become unstable. He used all his strength to rescue, but could only barely gather up a few remaining fragments and sent them into the air.

The remnants condensed into a weak white streak in the sky. It looked more like a silver line that was about to be annihilated than the moon.

This remnant hook is also the last fragment of Chu Jinglan's Dantian, leaving him with a little spiritual energy.

Having fallen from the peak of the Golden Core state, except for this bit of spiritual energy, he is now injured inside and out and is not as strong as an ordinary person.

However, Xiao Mo rose straight up and broke through Yuan Ying.

When the main body's cultivation level increases, the inner demon will also rise with it. However, if the main body is destroyed, the inner demon will not suffer.

Unless one encounters death, the relationship between the inner demon and the original body is that they can share happiness but not suffering.

How ironic.

Xiao Mo buried half of his face in his knees, leaving only a pair of eyes covered with twilight.

He was wearing a water-blue suit, and was sitting at the end of Chu Jinglan's bed, handsome and obedient.

With the spiritual power that Chu Jinglan released at the spiritual crystal, plus Xiao Mo's own recent training, he was directly sent to the Yuanying stage without even having to spend points to redeem it.

Now Xiao Mo can maintain a normal human form outside. He can finally stretch his limbs in the sunlight and breeze, and after covering his body with spiritual power, he can also touch things in the outside world.

But there was no trace of joy on Xiao Mo's face.

When a person achieves a goal, he should be happy. Xiao Mo was trapped in the narrow body of the fog and the little man for a long time. He finally opened the cage a little, but the happy mood he had imagined was not there at all.

The system's cheerful congratulations were like template blessings sent at a fixed time, and did not stir Xiao Mo in the slightest.

All Xiao Mo could see was the blood gushing out from Chu Jinglan's spirit crystal and his now pale face.

Chu Jinglan is sleeping soundly now, and the outside world cannot disturb him, but when he wakes up, he will have to face everything.

Xiao Mo hugged his knees and clenched his fingers tightly.

It is like in his previous life, if someone had torn up the admission letter in front of him, told him that the school would not accept him, told him that his more than ten years of study were in vain, and that he was an abandoned orphan who had nothing. The academic career that he relied on the most collapsed in one day, and his future was shattered.

Just thinking about it makes me want to die.

Not to mention that for Chu Jinglan, the tragedy was far more serious than this. Xiao Mo was alone, and Chu Jinglan also had his mother's life on his shoulders.

The medical staff from the Middle Realm Illusion Sword Sect also arrived soon, but in the end they could only shake their heads, helpless.

As a result, the bustling courtyard gradually became deserted. The big shots stopped coming and only a few servants remained.

Outside the house, the breeze is gentle and the scenery is beautiful, but inside the house, the curtains are heavy, cruelly rejecting the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, leaving only the bitter smell of medicine.

Fortunately, when people didn't know whether Chu Jinglan could recover at the beginning, the Chu family treated his external injuries and reconnected his broken meridians, so that he didn't have to lie there disabled.

But the masters' attitude of giving up was too obvious, and the servants under them dared not to be attentive. Chu Jinglan's medicine was reduced from several doses a day to one or two, just to keep him alive. If the tonic and injury medicine could not keep up, his physical recovery would definitely be hindered.

Xiao Mo used his points to redeem elixirs in the system mall, and when no one else was in the room, he secretly fed them to Chu Jinglan to help him heal his injuries.

In the world of cultivation, elixirs are classified from grade one to grade nine. Xiao Mo has accumulated a thousand points so far. If he spent all of them, he would only be able to exchange them for a third-grade healing elixir. However, the system said that Chu Jinglan could not withstand the medicinal properties of a third-grade elixir, so Xiao Mo switched to a second-grade one.

A second-grade elixir that replenishes Qi and marrow. One bottle requires one hundred points, which is only enough for three sips, so you have to drink one bottle a day.

Xiao Mo thought he was accumulating points fairly quickly, but he didn't expect to spend them even faster. Points went out like water, but he didn't hesitate or feel bad at all.

Most of the medicines in the lower world are first-grade or ordinary medicines. Second-grade medicines are already top-grade elixirs and are very rare. Chu Jinglan could use them for the first three days after he was brought back, but after that he was only given cheap herbs.

Delu also has an inner demon who secretly feeds him medicine.

Even the servants, seeing Chu Jinglan's pale face gradually turn around, murmured in surprise: "He is actually well-fed? The proud son of heaven has better physical fitness than ordinary people, but..."

But it's a pity that his outstanding talent will become a thing of the past forever. The servants clicked their tongues and shook their heads, and dared to show sympathy to Chu Jinglan.

It is pitiful, mocking, and also a kind of superiority of kicking someone when he is down.

Xiao Mo pinched his finger bones and wanted to blast the servant out directly, but he was now restricted by laws and could not hurt others easily.

Normally, inner demons have no ability to touch anything other than their own bodies, with Xiao Mo being the only exception. After covering his own surface with spiritual power, he can touch other things. Perhaps it is one of the golden fingers of time travel, but this is so special that restrictions must be imposed.

He can swing the sword and touch the elixir, but if he wants to use the sword to hurt people or poison them, the thunder from the sky will fall and chop him to pieces.

He wanted to do these things, but unless he occupied Chu Jinglan's body, the laws of the world would never forgive him.

This was when he was promoted to Yuanying, and Xiao Mo naturally understood the rules that restricted him.

After his cultivation level improved, Xiao Mo also activated the package function, but now the package is not big, there are only ten grids on the panel, and each grid can only hold one type of item, with a maximum of twenty.

The common units of each item are used as the standard. For example, twenty taels of gold can be placed, but not twenty tons. Only twenty taels of silver can be placed. All are treated equally.

On the seventh day, Chu Jinglan, who had eaten up 400 points from Xiao Mo, was shocked and opened his eyes.

It was daylight and there were no servants in the room. The servants only came to feed medicine once in the evening. As soon as Chu Jinglan's finger twitched, Xiao Mo immediately jumped down from the foot of the bed, stood at the head of Chu Jinglan's bed, and stared at him nervously.

He is no longer a villain, but a tall and handsome young man. Standing beside the bed, his perspective is naturally superior.

Xiao Mo paused, then slowly bent down and lay down beside Chu Jinglan's couch, staring intently and gently at his pale and weak face.

Even though he has lost his spirit, Chu Jinglan's face is still handsome and cold. There is still a last trace of youthful vigor on his cheeks. When he grows up fully, it is not difficult to imagine how handsome and charming he will be.

If he were willing to smile, wherever the young man passed by, there would be fruits filling the car and silk flowers all over the sky.

But Chu Jinglan was in a cage, even his smile was cold. Xiao Mo only caught a glimpse of his chuckle inadvertently on a random afternoon.

It seems like an illusion.

Chu Jinglan struggled for several times in his dream, and finally opened his eyes slowly.

He stared at the beams of the house, his blurry vision gradually becoming clearer. He remembered everything that happened before he fainted. Now that he had been awake for a long time and there was still no sound of the servants shouting in his ears, he was able to understand his situation.

——If he had not really become a useless person, the Chu family would not have just abandoned him like this.

His Dantian was empty, with only a wisp of breath to sustain his last gasp. Ever since he started practicing, his spiritual power had been abundant, and he had never felt such an empty body. For a moment, he even felt unfamiliar with himself.

Every part of my limbs was screaming with pain, but my hands and feet could still twitch, indicating that my meridians had resumed. The pain was due to stagnation. Every broken inch and every wound told of the mutilation of this body.

Chu Jinglan stared at the beams. He was not furious because he was abandoned, nor did he cry in despair. He seemed to be thinking a lot, but also seemed to be thinking nothing.

After a long time, Chu Jinglan slowly turned his head and looked out along the pillow.

He knew that there was a line of sight waiting for him quietly for a long time.

There is a bright red lotus between the Inner Demon's eyebrows. The face that originally resembled him 70% is now even more beautiful. Because of his excessive enchantment, even if others can see the Inner Demon, they will never mistake him for Chu Jinglan.

An evil demon was lying quietly at the head of his bed.

The closed window frames could not keep out the light, and the daylight filtered through the window paper and dimly coated the inner demon, unexpectedly casting an indescribable lingering feeling on the painting.

Chu Jinglan looked at him quietly without saying anything.

Xiao Mo looked at him silently for a while, and when he knew that he was fully awake, he stood up and went to the table and skillfully poured him a glass of water.

Chu Jinglan followed his movements with his eyes in amazement: the inner demon could move in the outside world in human form and could touch other things freely. It seemed that there was no difference between it and a living person.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no breath or heartbeat.

Xiao Mo held the water in one hand and held up Chu Jinglan's head with the other. Chu Jinglan's consciousness was stiffened by resistance at the neck. Xiao Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he pretended not to notice. He brought the water to Chu Jinglan's lips without urging her.

Chu Jinglan didn't struggle, but he didn't move either.

After a moment, he opened his mouth and drank the water in the cup bit by bit.

After feeding him a cup of water, Xiao Mo took out a jade bottle, poured a little medicine liquid into the cup, mixed it with water and fed it to him. As soon as it went into his mouth, the aroma of the elixir flowed smoothly into his throat, and the pain all over his body seemed to be relieved for an instant. Chu Jinglan's dark eyes moved.

After Xiao Mo put him down, Chu Jinglan spoke in a hoarse voice: "The Chu family can't give me such good medicine again."

He had slept for a long time, so his voice was particularly hoarse and low when he spoke, and he spoke very slowly. Xiao Mo waited for him to finish speaking slowly before saying, "I hid it secretly when they came three days ago."

This was their first conversation in many days, and both sides seemed to be very calm. Xiao Mo did not mention his own cultivation, and Chu Jinglan did not talk about being abandoned. It was calmer than any other time they had been together, as if they were not the inner demons and true bodies of old enemies, but some kind of gentleman friends who enjoyed drinking tea and wine together.

But only the two of them knew that such a false and repressive appearance could not withstand the slightest movement.

If even one more feather were to come down, it would be instantly shattered to pieces, revealing the ferocious roar underneath.

This spark came to our door very quickly.

Outside the courtyard came the footsteps of the servants and their flattering smiles: "Why is the young master here? The young master is not awake yet."

A red light flashed in Xiao Mo's dark eyes, and there was no expression on his jade-like face. He tilted his head and looked gently towards the door: Young Master?

Chu was shocked in the house, but the servants were calling others "Young Master".

Chu Yusheng's smug voice rang out: "I should come and take a look. If he happens to wake up, it would be appropriate for me, the new young master, to be the first to tell him about the change of young master and the Su family's cancellation of the engagement."