The constantly cracked skin is gradually showing signs of healing.
However, Zuan was not happy because he knew that this was only a small bottle of Brother Chun, and it could not fully restore him to his current state.
Sure enough, his skin suddenly cracked again the next second, only a little slower than before, but it was clear that it wouldn't be long before he completely collapsed.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Looks like I'm still going to die."
“Ah Zu…” Bi Linglong hugged him, tears streaming down her face, all her usual strength vanishing.
Zuan wanted to pat her hand to comfort her, but he could no longer do such a simple gesture. He could only offer a bitter, apologetic smile.
"Master, I'm afraid I'll implicate you."
Mi Li squatted down beside him, her cold fingers pressing firmly on his pulse, checking his condition as she replied, "If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago, so why would I blame you?"
Before Zu'an could say anything more, Mi Li stopped him, saying, "Let's not talk about anything else for now. Didn't Ying Zheng just leave you the second half of the 'Primordial Chaos Scripture'?"
Zuan grunted in response, unable to even nod. He felt a splitting headache, as if his head was about to explode, and blood was already flowing from his seven orifices without him realizing it.
Upon seeing this, Mi Li's gaze sharpened, and she quickly said, "Quickly begin cultivating the second half."
“Cultivation is useless.” Zu An smiled bitterly. When Ying Zheng possessed him just now, he did not lose consciousness. He could sense that Ying Zheng was using the Hongmeng Yuanshi Jing to maintain his body, but unfortunately, it still could not stop the collapse.
The backlash from Jian Lai was too strong, especially since he had made such a big boast.
Fortunately, it was here that a wisp of Ying Zheng's remnant soul remained. He hadn't transformed into Ying Zheng out of thin air, which reduced the backlash considerably. Otherwise, he probably would have been reduced to ashes the moment he opened his mouth.
Nevertheless, this backlash is something he is far from being able to resist at present.
Although he felt it was useless, giving up was not his style. He tried his best to circulate the Primordial Qi. Ying Zheng had just circulated the lower half of it in his body, and the circulation route was still preserved. Otherwise, he would probably not be able to cultivate in his current state.
Mi Li nodded secretly, but still said aloud, "Didn't you say that practicing is useless? Why do you still have to practice?"
Zuan smiled and said, "I don't live for myself alone. Every minute I live, you live for every minute I live, and I can see you for every minute I live."
Mi Li was somewhat dazed. This bastard dared to flirt with even his master.
Her face flushed slightly. She glanced at Bi Linglong subconsciously and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Bi Linglong was not noticing anything amiss while she was crying her eyes out.
Zuan barely managed to run through the second half of the Primordial Chaos Scripture once, then said in a trembling voice, "I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer, I'm sorry..."
He fainted before he could finish speaking.
Bi Linglong immediately became anxious: "Master, why is he not getting any better?"
Mi Li sighed, "It seems that cultivating the second half of the technique really cannot cure his body."
"Then he's doomed, isn't he?" Bi Linglong looked sadly at Zu An in her arms, her lips almost bleeding from biting them.
“There’s another way,” Mi Li suddenly said.
"What method?" Bi Linglong grabbed her hand tightly as if she were a drowning person grasping at a straw, feeling that the other person's hand was so cold.
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