Chapter 45 Angry
It's just that the Immortal Lord... died far too young and too hastily. He himself has already experienced more of the story than he did.
Qingjue sighed as he thought of this: "Well, I can't blame you. Maybe the author wrote it wrong. How could such a top-tier fighter be killed off so hastily?"
"...That's too kind of you. I don't think I'm very strong. On the contrary, I'm probably the weakest member of the Qing family."
Qingjue said, "Don't be modest. I've used your body to dominate the world for so long, how could I not know how strong you are?"
"I'm not being modest, my fighting ability is really just average."
"That must be because you don't know how to use it, or you don't fight often? Don't worry, I've mastered it. Now, in a head-on fight, basically no one can beat me."
After Qingjue finished speaking, he thought to himself, "Even after living in the modern world for several years, people from ancient times are still like this... I'll just say a few words of praise and they'll still be humble."
High quality.
You should know that the name "Immortal Lord of the Mist" comes from his ruthless killing methods, where he could kill without blinking an eye, even when plucking flowers and leaves.
However, he also admitted that he had a stereotype, because in his memory, the original Wu Qing Immortal Lord seemed to be a cold and arrogant person.
Looking at it this way, it's possible that the original author intentionally wrote it that way, but in reality, he wasn't that kind of person. At least in the conversation just now, he was very polite and humble.
Since he's already traveled through time, and even back and forth, he'll believe anything that can't be explained.
"By the way," Qingjue calculated the time and asked, "What time is it now?"
Bu Qingwu picked up her phone and glanced at it: "8:30 PM."
"...It's been almost a whole day, I have to go back... Is there any way...?"
"I don't know the specifics. It's hard to say for sure. As far as I know, even in my world, there isn't a formation that can switch between different worlds."
Qingjue was initially inexplicably irritable and sad, and then wondered why she had lost her memory. She still didn't know if she needed some kind of trigger or ritual to go back.
Recalling the opportunity before his time travel, he only knew that he had a fever; he couldn't remember anything else, not even the smallest details.
Damn it, who stole that missing piece of his memory? Can it ever be recovered?
Bu Qingwu also did her best to help him, bringing over many ancient books, useful and useless, and staying up all night with him to study them.
He waited anxiously for several hours, but things weren't as complicated as he had imagined.
Because he couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell asleep, his consciousness went through a very long process, and he couldn't open his eyes no matter what he tried, just like what people commonly call "sleep paralysis".
Qingjue suspected that he had lost too much blood, and his modern body couldn't withstand such a thing...
When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see that the beams were decorated in a completely different way; this place was clearly not in a modern style.
Moreover, the pain he felt was not from the wound he had stabbed himself in in the modern world. In fact, for Qingjue, who had experienced all of this, it was only a superficial injury and not unbearable.
Now, my whole body aches as if it has been disassembled and reassembled, my throat is incredibly dry, and I have a real feeling of worms crawling all over my body.
This feels much worse than the last time I overdrafted my spiritual energy.
When the people watching over him saw that he had woken up, they quickly and gently helped him up and fed him water little by little with a spoon.
Qingjue's vision was still blurry when he first woke up. It took him a while after drinking some water to see the person next to his bed clearly.
It's Aju.
He's back.
He's back...!?
Qingjue cleared his throat and was finally able to speak, suppressing his excitement: "...What about the others? How long did I sleep?"
Next time something like this happens, I definitely won't talk so much. Nobody reminded him of the aftereffects—his throat hurts so much.
"Reporting to Master," Aju quickly said, "You have been asleep for three days. Sister Muyuan and Senior Sister Qingfeng have already taken care of the injured. Sister Muyuan's identity needs to be kept secret for a while, so she couldn't stay any longer and left first. The people are all fine now. Junior Brother Yan and Senior Brother Wen have gone to keep an eye on those three bad guys. You can deal with them when you wake up."
"Senior Sister Linglai's hand was fractured because she was fighting with those three bad guys earlier, so she needs to rest for a while longer."
"Oh, and also, Young Master Yun woke up half an hour earlier than you, and his injuries are under control."
"Hmm..." After getting a general understanding of the situation, Qingjue breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Immortal Lord Wu Qing died young, he was a man of the world. My sudden appearance and disappearance shouldn't frighten him, right?
He actually came back like that. I wonder if the time travel was some kind of bug caused by his body being overloaded?
Aside from the pain all over his body, he doesn't feel any remaining toxins in his body now. Mu Yuan should have checked them all.
Qingjue then asked, "And during the day?"
"When Senior Brother Jie saw that Young Master Yun had woken up, he guessed that you would be soon too, so he went down the mountain to buy you food, saying that you would definitely be hungry after you woke up."
“…My good disciple,” Qingjue said with great relief. He closed his eyes again, feeling exhausted after experiencing such a dramatic turn of events. “Then I will sleep a little longer.”
"Alright, Master, you just rest! We've got you covered."
In order to save time, we used teleportation talismans one by one, which greatly consumed our spiritual energy. As a result, everyone was injured to some extent and they all had to recuperate for a day or two.
Qinghuan and the others found records of this kind of Gu worm in the library. It was indeed troublesome. They didn't expect that Qingjue and the others had already solved it when they came over. However, when they returned, they almost scared Qinghuan, who had brought reinforcements, into a coma.
The scene was truly terrifying.
During the day, Jie Zhoujian and the Yun family head each carried their master, who was covered in black blood, and their son, who was also covered in blood, on their backs.
And so they rushed into the Yun family's gate.
Those are Immortal Lord Wu Qing and Young Master Yun.
Two highly skilled fighters were almost killed... After their injuries stabilized, the Qingyun and Qingyun families discussed for three days how to deal with the three people, but they couldn't come up with a solution.
In the end, we decided to wait until the two of them woke up before listening to their opinions; they were the ones who truly deserved the credit.
Qingjue took another nap, and when he woke up, he was even more alert. Dusk was approaching outside, and the Yun family had a wide view and beautiful scenery. He even wanted to get out of bed and walk around.
Aju tried his best to stop him, but Qingjue felt that lying down made her body hurt more, so she insisted that he help her go out for some fresh air.
Aju couldn't argue with him, so he had to call Qingfeng to examine him. Qingfeng personally said that some exercise would help with recovery before helping him out.
It must be said that Immortal Lord Wuqing has high cultivation and good physique.
If it were someone else, they would have died several times over in those few blows, but he was able to get out of bed with help after only three days.
Aju, supporting Qingjue with trepidation, saw Jiezhou coming up from the mountain in the distance and grasped at it like a lifeline.
"Senior Brother!" Aju shouted, "Look, Master insists on going out for a walk!"
Jie was carrying an oil paper package in his hand, which smelled delicious. It must have been a local specialty snack that he had bought on purpose at the Liuchun market.
I don't know why, but seeing the "Clearing the Daytime Technique" always gives me an indescribable feeling of unease.
"Why did you get out of bed?" Jie Zhoujian readily took Qingjue from Aju's hands, somewhat resentful: "Why didn't you lie down and rest properly?"
"Qingfeng said to come down and stretch our legs."
Aju thought to herself, "It's as if you'd just give up if Senior Sister Qingfeng said you couldn't move around."
Aju smelled the aroma and said, "It smells so good, senior brother."
Jie smiled at him and said, "Yes, I bought some for you too. Go and share them with Linglai and the others. You've all worked hard."
"Great! I knew Senior Brother was the best!" Aju took the oil paper package and said, "Then I'm off. Senior Brother, call me if Master needs anything!"
Qingjue chuckled softly, "You were so scared you almost cried when you were poisoned before, but now you're all lively and energetic?"
Jie Zhoujian suppressed his smile and said coldly, "Not as energetic as you."
"..." Okay.
Qingjue hissed.
Is she angry?
"Since you want to take a walk, let me help you. But the temperature is low in Yunjia Cangshan, so let someone get you a coat first."
Jie turned around and called over a servant, who soon brought over a fine hood that was both lightweight and warm.
The Yun family only took stock of their losses afterward, and the main loss came from... the broken Qingjue.
A thousand-year-old white jade chair, made of a hundred-year-old sandalwood.
However, no one was so tactless; they all greeted the immortal lord with kind words.
Saving lives is the best way to minimize losses.
Yun Xiang had just filled a basin with hot water and was passing by the corridor when she greeted Qing Jue: "Immortal Lord! You're awake!"
"Hmm," Qingjue looked at the herbs still soaking in his basin and asked, "Where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry? Be careful not to fall."
"Haha, thank you, Immortal Lord. I'm in a hurry to deliver the herbal water to the young master. Miss Qingfeng said that soaking it in water and wiping the body with it will help him recover quickly."
"Oh, I see. Then go ahead," Qingjue said, raising his chin. "Oh, and tell Chunhua that she can come find me when she can get out of bed."
"Ah, okay, okay."
Actually, over the years they've quite liked how Immortal Lord Wuqing addresses their young master, but...
I still feel tense every time I listen to it.
Yun didn't dare to look any longer, afraid she would burst out laughing, so she quickly picked up the basin of water and left.
Although they hadn't walked for long, Xie Zhoujian remained unusually quiet beside them.
Although this child doesn't talk much, he's still more talkative than Wen Tianyu.
"...Are you really angry?" Qingjue tilted her head to look at him: "Then how about we go back and lie down now...?"
“You know perfectly well that this isn’t what you’re angry about during the day,” Xie Zhoujian said seriously. “When did you come up with that kind of solution in your mind?”
Qingjue didn't lie and answered truthfully: "When I noticed something was wrong with Chunhua."
"You almost died."
"He's not dead, is he?"
"..."
"I was just kidding," Qingjue said, seeing his expression change again. He decided to stop teasing him and said, "I can handle it. Even if I were to die, it wouldn't be now. I haven't even seen you all truly grow up yet."
"It's bad luck, spit it out quickly."
"...Pah, pah, pah."
Jie helped Qingjue to a pavilion to sit down. The sun was out today, and the snow-capped mountains were warm.
Liuchun is located by the sea, and the climate is quite hot. The reason why the special Gu worms are raised here is also related to this.
Only the Cangshan Mountain in the Yun family is isolated from the world. Qingjue has lived as a southerner all his life and it doesn't snow much in Quanzhou and Zhangzhou. This is the first time he has seen so much snow on the mountain.
It's white and pretty.
Seeing how happy he looked during the day, Jie said that he could only play after his injury had healed.
"Alright, listen to my good disciple." Qingjue raised his hand to pat his head, but the muscle ached a little from the pull, so he put it on the table instead.
"Master, stop fooling around."
"Um?"
Jie frowned slightly and said, "When I saw you in the dilapidated house, I kept comforting myself that you wouldn't sacrifice yourself for others. But looking at the result, you weren't actually sure at the time, were you?"
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