The old woman stood to one side, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes red-rimmed, but she tried her best to hold back her tears.
Her face was etched with the marks of time as she pleaded, "Young Master, you are his brother and his only support. Although Xuan'er is gone, please, for the sake of our blood ties, save him."
Upon hearing this, the man's expression shifted slightly, but his coldness did not completely disappear.
He turned around, looking at the old woman with a complicated expression, and finally sighed: "Times have changed. The Jiang Dynasty is a thing of the past. Under the new order, we can hardly have the glory of the past. If I continue to indulge him, I will only let him sink into a deeper quagmire and never be able to get out of it."
Upon hearing this, the old woman's heart tightened. She slowly knelt down, the sound of her knees hitting the ground seeming particularly heavy in the silent air.
"Please, in consideration of the Prince's dying wish and the bond between the Jiang family, allow him to live, even if only under your protection, as an ordinary person. It would be better than lying here as a cripple."
The man, with his back to the old woman, trembled slightly and sighed, "Alright, I'll save him one last time. After he regains consciousness, take him somewhere to live in seclusion, away from all the strife, and never return to this capital!"
"Yes, yes, I remember." The old woman quickly kowtowed to express her gratitude.
Li Xi's punch completely shattered his dantian and severed all his meridians.
It's impossible to restore him to his original state; the only thing to do now is to save his life before considering anything else.
The man stuffed a pill into the cult leader's mouth.
This pill emitted a faint fragrance, indicating that it was not an ordinary pill, but a secret recipe of the Jiang royal family, possessing the power to bring the dead back to life.
The descendants of the Jiang family did not receive much.
This pill can temporarily stabilize the sect leader's injuries, preventing him from dying immediately, but it is merely a delaying tactic.
He began to use his internal energy, continuously channeling it into the cult leader's body.
As internal energy was channeled into him, the sect leader's complexion gradually became rosy, and his breathing gradually stabilized.
However, the man knew perfectly well that this was only a temporary measure.
His injuries were too severe; a single pill and his internal energy alone could not fully heal him.
At this moment, the most crucial thing is to repair the cult leader's severed meridians.
However, this is by no means an easy task.
Repairing a broken meridian is extremely difficult and requires a great deal of time and effort. Moreover, even if the repair is successful, it is difficult to guarantee that the sect leader will be able to restore his meridians to their original state.
After Li Xi rested for several days, Hong Ying finally returned.
Hongying looked slightly tired, and her eyes revealed a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
Li Xi hurriedly sat up from the couch, her eyes fixed on Hong Ying. "Grandmother? What's wrong? Have you encountered some difficult problem?"
Hongying gently shook her head, trying to force a smile, but the smile looked very forced.
She slowly walked to Li Xi's side, sat down, and whispered, "Xiao Xi, there may still be members of the ancient clan still alive..."
At this point, her voice suddenly became low and solemn, "The murder of our clansmen was inextricably linked to that person."
Li Xi was startled, remembering the leader of the Red Lotus Sect, who also possessed the power of the stars.
Could he also be a member of the ancient race? This thought made her feel a wave of panic.
No, impossible! He clearly stated that he was a descendant of the Jiang dynasty...
Li Xi tried hard to recall his encounter with the leader of the Red Lotus Cult, attempting to find some clues to prove that he was not a member of the ancient clan.
However, the more she thought about it, the more agitated she became, her thoughts becoming a jumbled mess.
Meanwhile, Hongying listened quietly to Li Xi's words.
Her gaze deepened, as if she were deep in thought.
But the cult leader kept saying that he was a descendant of the Jiang Dynasty, so how could he have any connection with the ancient people?
"Have you heard anything about that person?" Li Xi couldn't contain her anxiety and was eager to know.
Hongying gently shook her head, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry: "There is no definite news yet, but it is said that the person is currently in Kyoto. I have already increased manpower to search around."
Upon hearing this, Li Xi frowned.
My hands unconsciously clenched into fists, my nails digging deep into my palms, yet I felt no pain.
These people must be reduced to ashes!
The anger surging within her was like a suppressed volcano, fiery and violent, as if it could erupt at any moment.
Hongying noticed Li Xi's abnormality; her breathing became chaotic, and she seemed to have lost control of her emotions and power.
Realizing the situation was dire, Hongying quickly used her inner strength to try to stabilize Li Xi's emotions and breathing.
As internal energy was injected, Li Xi's body trembled slightly, but her eyes gradually regained their clarity, and her anger gradually subsided.
"Xiaoxi, what's wrong with you? Why is your breathing so unstable?" Hongying asked, puzzled.
Just then, Meng Zhelan walked in, carrying a bowl of freshly brewed calming soup. She was also taken aback when she saw this.
She quickly stepped forward, gently placed the soup on the table, and asked with concern, "Xiaoxi, are you alright? Did you lose control again?"
Li Xi took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.
He looked at the two of them, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes. "I'm sorry for making you worry. I... I just suddenly remembered that escaped cult leader, I don't know what he's plotting somewhere, and I just couldn't control myself."
Her words carried a hint of self-blame and helplessness.
Meng Zhelan sighed softly, then said to her, "Come on, take off your clothes."
She did as she was told, taking off her shirt to reveal her back, which was covered in scars of varying depths.
The pattern on its back resembles a crane raising its head and letting out a cry to the sky!
Upon seeing this, Hongying's eyes widened in shock: "This...this is actually a crane on its back! How could this be?"
Her tone was full of worry and unease.
Then, she noticed a penetrating wound on Li Xi's back and asked Meng Zhelan and Li Xi anxiously, "Why are you injured again?"
Li Xi then told him about the scene of her fight with the cult leader that day.
"I heard a melodious flute sound, and it was as if I was being controlled, my limbs wouldn't obey me. After being stabbed by Qi Xuan, I was furious and wanted to tear him apart."
Her voice carried a hint of fear and pain.
Hongying frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Are you saying that it was because you heard the flute music that you couldn't control yourself again?"
Li Xi nodded.
Is this some kind of special control method targeting Xiaoxi?
A sense of foreboding welled up in Hongying's heart.
She recalled everything that had happened before, and it seemed that Li Xi's several loss of control was inextricably linked to that eerie flute music.
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