Chapter 218 Treatment
Qu Shaotan immediately flew into a rage. If it weren't for the two companions beside him holding him back, he would have rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward: "Nonsense! The Azure Dragon Sword has been passed down from generation to generation in my Qu family. Everyone in the Ten Directions Domain knows about it. How could it be fake!"
Lu Yan tutted his words. It was not hard to tell that he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for Qu Shaotan. "I didn't say that the Azure Dragon Sword shouldn't be in your house. I just said that the sword you worship is fake. Why are you so anxious?"
Qu Shaotan felt even more ridiculous, his face flushed with shame and anger: "Why do you say that?"
The Azure Dragon Sword is the last bit of glory left in the Qu family. It is usually enshrined in the back hall and guarded by experts. It cannot be viewed at leisure. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the treasure of the whole family. How could it be fake!
Lu Yan shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you don't believe me, forget it. A real Azure Dragon Sword will make a sound when it meets water and stir up waves when it meets the sea or river. You will know if you try it when you go back."
As they were talking, there was a commotion outside, and a man in black-scale armor walked in with his men. He looked like a general, with a high ponytail, about 25 years old, and every move he made showed that he was well-trained, but his scarlet eyes and pale skin covered with black corpse patterns revealed his weirdness.
"Who is Lu Yan?"
Even the voice was dull and cold, like a walking corpse.
In an instant, countless eyes in the cafeteria were focused on Lu Yan.
Lu Yan paused: "..."
No way, retribution in this life comes so quickly?
Seeing that the Corpse Puppet's sight had already swept over him, Lu Yan could only stand up in front of everyone and saluted him with his fists clasped: "General Corpse Puppet, I am Lu Yan."
Under Ying Wujiu's seat are five great demon generals, namely Corpse Puppet, Water Charm, Drought Demon, Wind Demon and Thunder Girl, collectively known as "Corpse Water Drought Wind Thunder". Feng Demon had been seen yesterday, and the man in front of him dressed as a general, who was neither human nor ghost, was Corpse Puppet.
It is said that he was a general defending a city in the mortal world before he died in a war. However, his soul still lingered and he was filled with murderous aura. The previous Demon Lord Fu Guang encountered him by chance and used magic to turn him into a corpse puppet.
In other words, the man in front of him was no different from a walking corpse. He had no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and he had no emotions. All year round, he led his magic soldiers to patrol Fuyue City, seemingly tireless.
"The Lord is calling you, follow me immediately."
After saying this, the corpse puppet turned around and left. As expected, he was cold and unkind. Lu Yan felt relieved when he heard it and immediately followed.
What could Ying Wujiu want from me? Most likely it was to heal his leg injury. As long as I was useful, I thought the other party would not kill me easily again.
The corpse puppet brought Lu Yan to the palace gate and reported through the door:
"My Lord, the person has been brought here."
An emotionless voice came from inside. It sounded even more inhuman than the zombie puppet, like the snow that never melts in the Tianshan Mountains, or like a pool of stagnant water that never stirs up any waves:
"Let him in."
Lu Yan only felt himself being pushed by the corpse puppet and staggered into the hall. Then the door behind him slammed shut, completely eliminating the possibility of escape.
Well, let's make the best of it. Anyway, he can be resurrected infinitely, so the worst that can happen is that he will die again.
Lu Yan thought about this and felt particularly open-minded. He walked forward calmly to greet him. The light in the hall was dim, with black wood carvings and red gauze curtains. These two extreme colors were so oppressive that it was hard to breathe:
"I have seen the Lord."
Ying Wujiu sent people to check Lu Yan's background last night. He was the son of a fisherman's family by the Xunling River. Because he was born with good looks and a natural Xuanyang physique, he was recruited by his subordinates. He was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
Fishermen have nothing to do with the medical profession...
Ying Wujiu's eyes were dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He flicked his fingertips, and the candles in the room lit up one after another. Under the light and shadow, his left face looked like a banished immortal, while his disfigured right face was terrifying. He uttered two words lightly: "Come here."
Lu Yan stepped forward and hung the gauze curtain with the golden hook before kneeling beside the footstool.
Ying Wujiu: "Aren't you going to heal me? Why aren't you doing it?"
Huh? This demon king really dares to let me heal his injuries?
Hearing this, Lu Yan looked at the other party with a hint of surprise, then retracted his gaze, and said, "I am sorry for the offense, but please bear with me, my lord."
Ying Wujiu did not understand what Lu Yan meant at first, until he put his hand on his right ankle and suddenly bent it with force. A raging pain instantly spread throughout his body. He suddenly opened his eyes, two fierce rays of light burst out, and he struck out with one palm:
"presumptuous!"
Lu Yan was prepared and dodged quickly, and hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, my lord. The fire poison has invaded the bone marrow. We need to break the bone to draw the poison out from the wound. I am helpless."
Ying Wujiu was entangled in the Red Lotus Fire. To put it bluntly, not even the Golden Immortal could save him. The energy of Lu Yanshen's negative space station could purify some of it. However, his energy was excessively depleted and he could not withstand such heavy consumption. This was the only way.
Ying Wujiu stared at him coldly, his expression forbearing, and he broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain: "Why should I trust you?!"
Lu Yan was not panicked: "Trust the people you employ, and don't employ them if you don't trust them. If you don't believe me, you can kill me now."
Ying Wujiu was able to stand in this position today, which meant that he had some ability and courage. He remained silent upon hearing this, and the atmosphere was deadlocked for a while. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly let out a light laugh.
"good."
"If you doubt someone, don't employ him. If you employ someone, don't doubt him. If you can really cure my injury, I will reward you handsomely. But if you can't..."
Lu Yan replied, "I will leave it to you, my Lord."
Fu Yue City is full of monsters and demons, and there has never been such a blue-clothed man who is not afraid of insults. Although Ying Wujiu has always been innocent, he has to look at Lu Yan differently at this moment. He thinks that if this man is really not a spy sent by the hundreds of immortal families, and he has good medical skills, he can be recruited into his army.
Thinking of this, Ying Wujiu dispersed the spiritual power gathered in his palm without leaving a trace, and said in a low voice that could hardly conceal the danger: "Go ahead and do what you want. You can use all the rare medicinal materials in Tianbao Pavilion. Just control your tongue and don't say anything you shouldn't."
What he meant was that Lu Yan could also use the natural treasure, the Foundation Building Pill, to cultivate his body, but he could not reveal anything about his illness.
Lu Yan nodded: "I will follow your instructions."
During the subsequent treatment, Ying Wujiu did not make any extreme moves. He stared at Lu Yan's hand expressionlessly, watching him use the sharp blade to cut his flesh, revealing the white broken bones, and use the unknown spiritual power to guide the fire poison to leak out.
Lu Yan was somewhat resentful of the man in front of him for causing his death five times, so he showed no mercy when he attacked. He focused on being quick, accurate and ruthless, and did not even mention the use of anesthetics. But he did not expect Ying Wujiu to be able to endure it. He did not say a word from beginning to end, as if the leg was not his.
Lu Yan couldn't help but look at the other person deeply.
【Warning! Insufficient energy! 】
【Warning! Insufficient energy! 】
A prompt sound suddenly rang out, finally bringing Lu Yan back to his senses. He glanced at the electronic panel and saw that only 1% of the energy was left. He retracted his hand covering Ying Wujiu's wound and said:
"My Lord, I am not strong enough. I can only treat you to this extent today."
With his level of cultivation, Ying Wujiu could naturally tell that Lu Yan had no cultivation at all. He glanced at his right hand and asked inquiringly, "You have never cultivated immortality, so where does this spiritual power come from?"
Lu Yan paused for a moment, then returned to normal: "To be honest, my lord, I was born with this spiritual power, but I can't fight or kill people. The most I can do is heal people's wounds."
This is a world of cultivating immortals, everyone has his own opportunities, and the excuses are not too far-fetched.
Ying Wujiu asked casually. After all, in his eyes, Lu Yan could not stir up any trouble, so he did not pursue the matter further. He closed his eyes slightly tiredly. His tall nose cast a butterfly-like shadow on his cheeks. His thin lips were tightly pursed. His pale skin was full of death and coldness, more like a corpse than a zombie:
"Back off."
The low voice echoed in the hall, making it even quieter.
"I will take my leave."
Lu Yan was about to leave when he heard this, but he stopped when he remembered something. He glanced at the wound on Ying Wujiu's right leg where he had cut the skin and flesh with a blade, revealing the bones. Although he knew that this wound was nothing to a cultivator, he still stretched out his right hand and placed it over the wound. He saw a light blue light flash, and it immediately healed as before.
Ying Wujiu noticed something strange and opened his eyes subconsciously, only to see that Lu Yan had turned around and left, and the light green figure disappeared outside the palace gate.
The Demon Realm was boring all year round, and there were no secrets. A little thing could spread throughout the entire Fuyue City in an instant. Ever since Lu Yan was taken away by the Corpse Puppet General, he was directly transferred to Ying Wujiu's side to serve him personally. Everyone knew that he was favored by the Lord, and they tried to curry favor with him. However, the group headed by Qu Shaotan still looked down on Lu Yan, and naturally they would mock him on a daily basis.
"Alas, now I know what it means to turn a sparrow into a phoenix. What is so special about Lu Yan that caught the Lord's eye?"
Many people were cleaning the hall that day, but Lu Yan was missing. This inevitably made people feel upset. Qu Shaotan was already disgusted by these two words, and he glared at the person who spoke: "Will he die if you don't mention it?!"
What's special about Lu Yan?
Of course I have, I am so talkative!
Ever since that day when he laughed at his own sword being fake, Qu Shaotan hadn't slept well for several nights in a row. He just wanted the day of rest to come soon so that he could go home and chop off this guy's head with his Qinglong sword!
Tang Su listened to their sour remarks and finally couldn't help throwing the broom to the ground: "Talking about people behind their backs is nothing, if you have the guts, say it to Lu Yan's face!"
Yufeng was Qu Shaotan's lackey. Hearing this, he sneered, "You are here to protect him in vain. You never see Lu Yan taking you to heaven. It's not like the Lord didn't have people to serve him closely before, but it's rare for them to survive for more than three months. How long will Lu Yan last? Let's wait and see!"
Lu Yansi, who was in the pharmacy, had no idea that he had become the center of public opinion. He was flipping through the medical books and jade slips in Tianbao Pavilion, feeling worried. After this period of treatment, he finally confirmed that Ying Wujiu had a soul, but how to get it back was a problem.
Don't be fooled by the fact that this man has crippled legs and looks sickly as he lies on the bed. His strength should not be underestimated. It is impossible to tell how powerful he is. If you attack him, you will die many times.
Lu Yan could only think of ways to gain Ying Wujiu's trust first, and then proceed slowly. He finished reading a medical book and jade slips, and when he saw that it was getting dark, he was about to go back to his room to sleep, but when he was leaving, he suddenly found a black figure hiding on the beam, and his steps stopped.
"Silence!"
The man realized that he had been exposed, and immediately jumped behind Lu Yan, and put a knife as thin as a cicada's wing against his throat, and said in a ferocious voice:
"If you dare to shout, I will kill you on the spot!"
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