Chapter 173 Lovely Disciple
"Hmph! Old Taoist, don't try to stop him. I saw with my own eyes that he was about to kill my disciple, and I will not let him off!" The Demon Lord said angrily.
"Hey, old devil, be patient... Let's find out who is right and who is wrong after we find out clearly. This man is none other than the King of the Northwest, and also my disciple." The Martial Saint advised gently.
"What? Your disciple? He is the King of the Northwest Chu Lang? Old Taoist, you still have the nerve to say that, your disciple beat my grand-disciple? Isn't this bullying a child? If I take action now, it will also be considered bullying him. So, I will call my disciples here and let them beat him!" When the Demon Lord heard that it was the King of the Northwest Chu Lang who fought with Qing Yi, he became even angrier.
He knew that although his disciple was a skilled martial artist among the younger generation, he was still far behind the disciples of the Martial Saint! He secretly felt lucky that his disciple had saved his life.
"Okay, old demon, if it is really my apprentice's fault, I, an old Taoist priest, will definitely give you an explanation. How about it?" The Martial Saint has been dealing with the Demon Lord for many years and knows very well how to appease this old demon who behaves strangely.
"Of course. If you dare to hit my lovely little disciple, I will definitely ask for an explanation!"
"Cute?" Everyone was surprised, looking at the former leader of the Demon Lord, as if wondering: Is he blind? Qing Yi, that brat, had turned the Northwest Palace upside down, beating up everyone he saw. How could he be cute?
"Yes, he's cute, uh, but that's not the main point. The most important thing is that he is my disciple! Who dares to bully him!" Seeing that everyone was silent, the Demon Lord explained seriously, revealing his love for his disciple.
No one expected that things would turn out like this. Except for the King of the Northwest, Li Qingting and Qing Yi, no one else knew what had happened. But the most urgent thing now was to treat their injuries first.
Mu Bai helped the King of the Northwest to the prince's bedroom, and Mu Yun helped Mu Xin. He wanted to let Mu Xin rest, but how could Mu Xin feel at ease? So he asked Mu Yun to help him and follow behind the Martial Saint and the Demon Lord to see what happened.
Seeing Li Qingting dawdling and trying to escape, he immediately ordered the guards to keep an eye on him. This charlatan couldn't leave. Perhaps he had given the prince some advice. Otherwise, why would Qingyi be so cruel to him? Thinking of this, Mu Xin was filled with regret and couldn't help but secretly blame himself: Why did he let the prince bring this charlatan back to the palace? He really caused trouble!
Elsewhere, Qingfeng carefully supported Qingyi back to the young prince's chambers. The Demon Lord, worried about him, also followed. After escorting Qingyi to his guest room, Qingfeng instructed the maid to take good care of him while he hurried out to look for his master.
The Demon Lord walked over to the bedside and felt Qing Yi's pulse. He then circulated the Qi within his body, slowly injecting it into Qing Yi's body to heal him. As the Qi continued to flow in, Qing Yi's originally pale face gradually regained color and gradually returned to normal. Not long after, he slowly woke up.
It turned out that Qing Yi had simply lost too much of his internal energy, and now, with the help of the Demon Lord's pure and powerful internal energy, he was naturally recovering very quickly. Looking at the wound on Qing Yi's arm, the Demon Lord took out his best healing medicine and personally cleaned the wound for Qing Yi, then carefully bandaged it.
Soon, the maid came in with a bowl of steaming medicine and said softly that this was sent by Doctor Lin.
By the time Qing Yi finished drinking the medicine, he had mostly recovered. He looked at the Demon Lord sitting beside the bed, his eyes filled with disbelief, and asked, "Master, is this really you? Am I dreaming?" At this moment, he felt as if he had just woken from a terrible nightmare.
The Demon Lord looked at Qing Yi with a doting smile on his face. He rubbed his rather messy long hair and said, "Silly child, of course it's the Master." At this time, the blood on Qing Yi's face had already been carefully wiped clean by the maid.
The Demon Lord had originally thought his adorable little disciple was enjoying a life of luxury in this mansion, but he hadn't expected to see him in such a state. If he had been a little later, this kid's life would have been in jeopardy. That Chu Lang was truly ruthless!
The Demon Lord recalled Qing Yi's recent embarrassment, and his mind couldn't help but think of his own disciple, Mo Qitian. How had that child, at the age of fifteen, single-handedly supported the Demon Cult and defeated those rebels? Was he also isolated and helpless like Qing Yi just now? The thought of this made his heart ache even more! Although he acted unruly, the guilt he felt for his own disciple, Xiao Qitian, was truly unspeakable. If his disciple died here, Xiao Qi would definitely be heartbroken!
"Master, Chu Lang is bullying our Demon Cult!" Qing Yi blurted out without a second thought. In his mind, Master was like a divine soldier that had descended from the sky. Although he was puzzled as to where Master had suddenly appeared from, the Demon Lord was his Master, and there was no doubt about that. Master would definitely help him.
"Don't worry, boy. I will definitely seek justice for you. Tell me, what happened?" asked the Demon Lord.
"It's like this..." Qing Yi took a deep breath and began to explain the cause of the incident.
While the grandfather and grandson were talking, Qingfeng hurried to Yunqi Courtyard.
"Inside." Qingqing looked worried and sad.
By this time, Ruyi's body had been properly disposed of by the guards, and the shocking bloodstains on the ground had been wiped clean, as if nothing had happened. Inside the room, only the young prince of the northwest lay quietly on the bed, as if he were in a deep sleep.
"What's wrong, master?" Qing Yi frowned and asked anxiously.
"Master..." Qingqing hesitated for a moment, but seeing Qingfeng's serious expression, she told him the whole story in detail.
"Doctor Lin came to see us. He was worried that the effect of the medicine would not have worn off after the master woke up...so he didn't wake us up..." He explained softly, with a hint of panic in his voice.
"Since the medicine was given by Li Qingting, he must have a way. I'll go find him now!" Qingfeng turned around and left without hesitation.
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