None of these young men, who were originally in great danger, lost their lives. Luo Jiujiang had not led this team, but he had brought them all back.
After the incident, Luo Jiujiang had a fever for three days because of the inflammation of the wound. After his fever subsided, the Luo clan leader personally pulled him out of bed and beat him up, extending his expected seven-day rest period to half a month.
When Han Qianling applied medicine to him, he once asked him what he was thinking. Luo Jiujiang rubbed his eyebrows and gave a helpless bitter smile.
"They were almost surrounded by the fish, and I felt I could still hold on. What else could I do but charge in? They were about to die, and there was no point in thinking."
There is really nothing good he wants, but if you can handle it, just go for it.
And this person always holds his own in front of outsiders. Han Qianling grabbed the other person's shoulders and felt Luo Jiujiang naturally put most of his weight on him.
In front of him, he didn't need to "block" or "hold up". Han Qianling thought calmly. It was rare for him to have such a peaceful mood. The peace was even a little warm and happy: Because I am not an outsider.
He needed to hold himself up in front of those people because they were outsiders, because they needed him to be strong, smart, and resilient. Han Qianling thought: But I don't need that, I just need him to be Luo Jiujiang.
He helped Luo Jiujiang to the bed, and before he could help him take off his boots, the other party had already fallen into a deep sleep due to extreme fatigue and familiar environment.
Han Qianling's gaze passed over Luo Jiujiang's dark eyelashes, and he subconsciously turned the string of Buddhist beads in his hand that exuded a faint woody fragrance, revealing a smile that reached his eyes.
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The smile had vanished by the time Han Qianling entered his bedroom. He sat cross-legged on his bed, assessing his own state and deciding that this was the perfect time to do it.
The Buddhist beads that he almost never took off his wrist were gone. He had just put them far enough away that if he really couldn't control himself, he hoped that the beads would be kept.
In fact, if things had reached the worst point, it would have been completely meaningless whether that thing was kept or not, but he just inexplicably, persistently, and even he himself could not understand why he hoped that it would continue to exist.
Having made up his mind, he began to concentrate on his Yuan and the spiritual energy in his meridians flowed skillfully and spontaneously, circling around his body for two rounds before flowing into his Dantian.
At this moment, the nearly saturated spiritual energy in his dantian, carrying the newly injected part, surged throughout Han Qianling's body, filling the eight extraordinary meridians, and some invisible barrier silently broke -
The seventh level of Qi Refining is broken.
If spiritual energy made a sound when breaking through an obstacle, Han Qianling would have heard a long, audible explosion—because that sound was actually three consecutive sound waves stacked together. He didn't ascend from the seventh level of Qi Refining to the eighth, but went straight from the seventh level to the foundation-building stage.
A fourteen-year-old foundation-building cultivator is considered a genius no matter which world he is in.
Then there was no joy on Han Qianling's face. On the contrary, his face was pale and miserable. Beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead and rolled down his nose. He opened his eyes, and they were full of struggling madness.
As expected, he felt an endless, empty, almost maddening hunger and hatred.
Luo Jiujiang had once commented on the color of Han Qianling's eyes, which weren't pure black, but rather had a hint of blue deep within. However, at this moment, Han Qianling's eyes were bloodshot, and the depths of his eyes seemed to be filled with a gloomy bloodshot color.
He looked at the pots of plants placed in front of his bed. Wherever his gaze passed, the plants withered and died, as if all their spiritual energy had been drained away by some invisible existence. Even the spiritual soil in the pots turned into a handful of dry yellow sand.
This sudden change happened in just a flash, but there was no emotion in Han Qianling's eyes. His face was colder than ever before. There was no positive emotion on his face anymore, only hunger, an endless and long hunger.
If Han Qianling still had a little bit of rationality at this time, he would tell others that this was not hunger, but hatred.
The strongest hatred feels like hunger.
He wanted to devour everything, wipe out everything, whether it was a flower, a pot of soil, a lake, or a piece of clan land... and he could indeed devour everything.
"Yes, I am young and ignorant. I shouldn't have offended your disciple." Du Zhang bowed and apologized. "I will go back and teach him a lesson so that he will know the importance of things."
"No need." Luo Cang raised his thin eyelids, revealing a stern look, "What did you not hear what I just said? Tell your son to get out of here."
Du Zhang's face was pale and anxious, his lips trembling unconsciously, a stark contrast to his earlier arrogant demeanor. He forced a smile and said, "Sir, you don't know, Chuan'er, Chuan'er is seriously injured..."
"Oh, you actually have the nerve to bring that up." Luo Cang stared at Du Zhang coldly and said, "It's shameful enough for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to go to someone else's house and act wild, but to actually be beaten back by a Qi Refining cultivator is sheer nonsense. If that were my son, I'd have him dig a hole with his bare hands and bury himself there—you truly are a forgiving and loving father."
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Luo Cang glanced at Du Zhang with disdain and said word by word, "My beloved disciple was also injured. He has lost all his five senses, which makes me very unhappy. Where is the culprit? Tell him to come out and talk."
If Luo Jiujiang were here, he would have most likely knelt before his master on the spot—it was true that he had been injured by Du Chuan, but the "loss of all five senses" had been inflicted by Luo Cang himself. He only knew that his master was incredibly powerful and had a knack for sarcasm, but he had no idea he was also so skilled in the art of words, even capable of transposing a scene!
Chuan'er never told me that he injured the Luo family kid like that! When Luo Cang's voice fell, a layer of white sweat quickly rolled down Du Zhang's back, but deep down, he felt that the reason why a Qi Refining Stage cultivator could seriously injure a Foundation Establishment cultivator wearing precious armor was justified.
But seeing that this gentleman hasn't yet launched a massacre against the Du family, the Luo family kid's injuries shouldn't be too serious. Maybe he was able to defeat Chuan'er because he used the secret method taught by this gentleman. Now the loss of his five senses is the price of backlash... Du Zhang was calculating quickly in his mind.
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What's Under the Princess' Skirt [Western Fantasy] by Bencao Shi Nan
Little angels, go quietly, leave a message quietly, collect quietly, don't mention my name 2333, I want to give her a surprise~
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Thanks for the return of the rocket launcher x1
Thanks to Kata for the grenade x1 and mine x3
Thanks to the mine x1 in this nocturne
Thanks to Lanfeng for the mine x1
Thanks to Qingyu for the mine x1
Thanks to Gu Mingyan for the mine x1
Thanks to Wu Beibailu for the mine x1
Thanks for the enamel mug mine x1
Thanks to Kuanfen for the mine x1
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