When Luo Jiujiang got up again, he resolutely vowed not to pay attention to Han Qianling's singing again.
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Du Chuan hurried all the way back to the Du family.
A servant was guarding the door. When he saw Du Chuan, he trotted over and said respectfully, "Master, Doctor Bai is in the clan leader's room treating the second master's injuries. He sent me to ask you..."
Before the servant could finish his words, Du Chuan, feeling impatient, pushed him aside. He took two quick steps in the opposite direction, turned around, and grabbed the servant by the collar: "Who is in the master bedroom? Is Mr. Li from the east wing here too?"
Du Chuan was never polite to his servants. When he was little, he would tie anyone who displeased him to a tree with a sword and chop them to death. The servant was so frightened by Du Chuan's move that his mind was in a mess. He nodded randomly with his teeth chattering, and he didn't even know what he was doing.
Three breaths later, Du Chuan rushed into the master bedroom, his face etched with anxiety. Panting heavily, he leaned over to the bedside and saw Du Di's eyes tightly closed, unconscious or asleep. His face was completely bloodless, and his entire body was tightly bandaged, like a long, white dumpling.
Du Chuan seemed to have finally calmed down and leaned against the bedpost, then angrily hit the bed with a hammer!
The finest ironwood creaked under his fist, and even the bed frame was slightly twisted by his blow, which almost made people tremble with fear.
As expected, Master Li was in the master bedroom. Upon seeing this, he quickly reached out to help Du Chuan. "The doctor has examined me and I'm fine. Junior brother, please don't be too regretful. This will only cause Master to worry."
"I don't dare to worry Master and Senior Brother." Du Chuan's voice was almost choked with sobs. He stood up with the help of Master Li and said respectfully, "Senior Brother, I am sleeping. I wonder if I can borrow a place to talk?"
It was only natural to be afraid of disturbing the patient, so Young Master Li naturally agreed and followed Du Chuan's invitation out of the room. Behind them, the Du clan leader, who had been standing silently at the bedside, sighed softly.
Du Chuan brought Master Li back to his room and sat down. He first asked someone to make the best spiritual tea and set out spiritual fruits and snacks. Then he ordered everyone to leave and closed the door with his own hands.
This gesture indicated he was about to have a deep conversation with me. Young Master Li thought with a smile as he took a leisurely sip of tea. The tea had a subtle and refreshing fragrance, and it was rich and aromatic. It seemed this junior fellow had invested a lot of money in it.
It turned out that this Mr. Li's full name was Li Renxing, and his true identity was Du Chuan's senior apprentice. He had come to this small world of seven islands with Du Chuan, but he only claimed to be a guest invited by the Du family, and did not reveal his identity as a disciple of the Jinkui Sect.
Compared to others who only knew that a young master named Li had come to visit the Du family, Du Chuan knew something even deeper: this senior brother Li had a close blood relationship with their master, and was the blood nephew of the Jindan Zhenren. The favor he enjoyed from the master was ten or even a hundred times greater than that of them, the disciples.
Du Chuan understood that his master must have assigned a task to Senior Brother Li and not to him. He felt a sense of dissatisfaction with his master's lack of judgment, but he had finally had a chance to flatter his senior brother, so he certainly wouldn't let it go. He treated this senior brother with the utmost respect throughout the journey, practically treating him like a deity.
He wasn't the impatient type. On his trip to the Seven Islands, he'd originally only wanted to maintain a good relationship with Senior Brother Li and hadn't expected anything from him. However, the chilling sense of crisis today overwhelmed all his meticulous plans, and Du Chuan couldn't wait to seek reassurance from this man.
He recalled Han Qianling's condescending gaze from the stage. Never before in his life had Du Chuan experienced such a terrifying moment. He was clearly only a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, having once been utterly humiliated by the repulsive power of his armor. Yet, when those hundred pale grey fish scales launched with lightning speed, Du Chuan couldn't help but take a step back!
His cultivation was higher than everyone else on the stage, and he could even roughly discern the number of fish scales. However, the swiftness of the fish, the inescapable trajectory of the fish, was enough to make Du Chuan break out in a cold sweat.
Especially at that moment, he didn't know whether he was bewitched by a ghost. Looking at the fish scales breaking through the air, he inexplicably became certain of an idea in his mind: these fish scales will hit me!
When his younger brother Du Di fell to the ground seriously injured, Du Chuan had no other thoughts, but just a moment of fear, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.
I can't keep him here. Du Chuan thought, I need to find a foolproof way to kill Han Qianling. I can't tolerate either him or Luo Jiujiang.
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