Chapter 42 The Cat is Awake
"Such a sinister sword energy! And the severe backlash of forcibly raising the realm...hiss..."
Chen Yu sucked in a breath of cold air and did not dare to delay. He immediately took out his treasured life-saving elixir, pried open Bai Qingchen's teeth and fed it to him to protect his heart meridians.
At the same time, his hands flew, and dozens of golden needles as thin as cow hairs accurately pierced into the blood vessels all over Bai Qingchen's body, temporarily blocking the spread of the poison and sorting out the violent flow of spiritual energy.
He then took out a bottle of pale golden spiritual fluid and carefully applied it around the terrible wound on his abdomen.
After doing all this, Bai Qingchen's breath, although still weak, finally stabilized a little. Chen Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face still solemn.
"It's stabilized for now, but this is just a temporary solution." Chen Yu looked at Lan Jin and the anxious Lan Yu.
"We need to ask my master, the Master of Medicine King Valley, to help."
"Then go find your master!" Lan Yu said anxiously.
Chen Yu hesitated for a moment, then looked at Bai Qingchen's face that looked very similar to that of the Immortal Lord Fu Yu, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, you guys guard him, I'll go find Master."
After saying that, he turned around and rushed out of Baicaoju, running towards Danxin Hall where Valley Master Bai Qiming was.
Inside the Danxin Hall, the scent of sandalwood wafts through the air.
Bai Qiming, the current head of Yaowang Valley, was sitting at his desk, flipping through an ancient book on alchemy recipes.
He looked to be in his forties, with an elegant face and calm eyes, but there was a lingering melancholy between his brows.
"Master, Master, something big has happened!" Chen Yu rushed in breathlessly, not even caring about etiquette.
Bai Qiming's thoughts were interrupted, and he frowned slightly, putting down the scroll: "Why are you so panicked, Chen Yu? You are already a senior disciple in the valley, why are you still so impulsive?"
"No... Master, it's... it's..." Chen Yu panted and pointed in the direction of Baicaoju.
"Lan Jin... Chief Lan of Qingqiu, brought a severely injured man. That... that man... looks... looks exactly like the portrait of Immortal Lord Fu Yu!"
"What?" Bai Qiming stood up suddenly, and the book on the desk fell to the ground.
The calmness on his face was instantly broken, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light as a knife, staring at Chen Yu intently, "Explain clearly! What do you mean by exactly the same?"
"It's... it's just like it, very similar! It's simply... it's simply carved from the same mold!" Chen Yu described eagerly.
"My words are not false. That person is seriously injured. I have temporarily stabilized his condition, but I still need your help, Master. Please go and take a look!"
"Chen Yu!" Bai Qiming's tone was unprecedentedly harsh. "Do you know what you're talking about? Immortal Lord Fu Yu has long passed away. How could there be someone in this world who looks exactly like him?"
"You must be careful in making friends. Don't let others take advantage of you and bring disaster to Medicine King Valley!"
His first reaction was that something was fishy. His uncle had passed away many years ago and had no offspring. How could there be someone who looked like him? Could it be that he, his eldest disciple, had been deceived?
Chen Yu stamped his feet anxiously. "Master, I guarantee with my life that this is not a disguise. The injury is truly life-threatening! Please go and take a look. If it's fake, I will bear any punishment!"
Seeing his most trusted disciple so anxious and earnest, Bai Qiming's doubts were not completely dispelled. He was silent for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice: "Lead the way."
Chen Yu felt as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly led Bai Qiming towards Baicaoju.
Along the way, Bai Qiming's face was solemn and his mind was full of thoughts.
Four hundred years have passed since the great war between immortals and demons. The seriously injured and dying uncle was brought back to Medicine King Valley by Sword Master. The best elixirs and the most sophisticated medical skills in the valley could not save his life after all.
Chen Yu pushed open the door of Baicaoju Pharmacy. Bai Qiming took a deep breath and stepped in with a scrutinizing and cold look.
His eyes instantly fell on the unconscious young man lying on the couch.
At just one glance, Bai Qiming felt an electric current rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The blood in his body seemed to solidify in an instant. There was a loud bang in his head, and everything went blank.
That face... that pale face with its eyes closed, matched perfectly with the little uncle in his memory, lying on his deathbed, without a single mistake.
Time seemed to flow back at this moment, returning to the room filled with sad atmosphere four hundred years ago.
Plop!
Without any warning, Bai Qiming, the master of Medicine King Valley and a great cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage, felt his legs go limp and he fell straight to his knees on the ground in front of the couch. The sound of his knees hitting the ground was particularly clear in the silent pharmacy.
He was completely frozen, his eyes fixed on the person on the couch, his pupils trembling violently, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a single word.
The huge shock and the grief that had been buried deep in his heart for four hundred years were like a flood that broke through the dam and drowned him in an instant.
It's not fake, it's not a disguise. The throbbing and familiarity that comes from deep in the blood cannot be faked.
"Master! What are you doing? You can't do this!"
Chen Yu was startled by his master's sudden gift and hurried forward to help.
No matter how relaxed the atmosphere in Yaowang Valley is, there is no reason for the Valley Master to kneel down and pay respect to a seriously injured and unconscious patient!
Lan Jin and Lan Yu were also shocked by Bai Qiming's reaction, and didn't know what the Valley Master meant.
Bai Qiming ignored Chen Yu's exclamation. He continued to kneel there, his eyes examining Bai Qingchen's face inch by inch.
It really is him, the reincarnation of my uncle. Four hundred years have passed, and he is back!
I just don’t know if he has any memories of his past life, whether he still remembers Yaowang Valley and his relatives.
Bai Qiming had mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't remember... maybe it was a good thing. Forgetting the pain and despair of his death in his previous life was actually a kind of relief. As long as he was still alive, it was good enough.
"Who hurt him?"
Bai Qiming's voice was very hoarse, filled with uncontrollable anger and heartache.
He slowly stood up and glanced at Lan Jin. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, without any trace of his previous loss of composure.
Lan Jin stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Lord Bai, calm down. The person who hurt him is dead, both his body and soul have been destroyed."
He omitted some details.
"It would be a blessing for him if he died like this." If that person fell into his hands, he would be made to live a life worse than death.
"Master, stop talking and save people..." Chen Yu reminded in a low voice.
Bai Qiming glanced at his eldest disciple and forced himself to suppress his turbulent emotions.
"With me here, nothing will happen to him, don't worry."
In the following days, Baicaoju became the most heavily guarded place in Yaowang Valley.
No one knows who the person is that can make the Valley Master personally treat him. There are many different opinions in Yaowang Valley, and some say that it is the Valley Master's illegitimate child.
Seeing that Bai Qingchen was getting better and that he had nothing to do, Lan Jin planned to take Lan Yu back to Qingqiu, but Lan Yu refused to leave no matter what.
Lan Jin had no choice but to give the warm jade and the Frost Sword to Chen Yu, asking him to keep them for them. He also told him to look after his brother, as Qingqiu needed help, so he went back first.
Lan Yu turned into a little fox and curled up beside Bai Qingchen's bed, guarding him every day.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
The soft sunlight in the early morning shines through the windowsill and onto the soft couch in Baicao's room. The air is filled with a rich but not pungent medicinal fragrance.
Bai Qingchen was still lying quietly on the soft couch. Although his face was still sickly pale, his breathing had become steady and long.
The wound on the abdomen had healed long ago without leaving any scars, and the evil in the body had been completely eradicated. Although the damage to the foundation and meridians still required a long period of recuperation, the most dangerous moment had finally been overcome.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened a crack.
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