Everyone turned to look at him, Xuan Lingzi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at them.
Following them came Qi Luo, the chief steward of the Demonic Palace, Qin Guihe, the left guardian, and Qin Siyi, the right guardian. Qin Guihe said anxiously, "Palace Master, you have new injuries before your old ones have healed. You should heal them quickly!"
Mo Qianqiu didn't answer. He looked straight at Xuan Lingzi. Their eyes met in mid-air, seemingly a simple exchange of glances, yet sparks seemed to fly. Ultimately, Venerable Yuqingzi couldn't bear to watch any more and forcefully took Mo Qianqiu away.
As a master of alchemy, she couldn't just sit back and watch someone so seriously injured.
Although Xuan Lingzi's injuries were serious, he could heal himself; Luo Jianqing's injuries were not serious, so Xuan Lingzi could heal him.
However, Mo Qianqiu's injury made Yu Qingzi very embarrassed.
A few days ago, she healed Mo Qianqiu's injuries. Using an eighth-level divine elixir as a guide, she stole the thunder from the sky and repaired his heart, meridians and bones damaged by Jin Li. But now, Mo Qianqiu was injured in the heart again, and this time it was far more dangerous than the last time. His heart had been taken out directly!
For ordinary mortals, having their hearts removed means death, without exception; for ordinary cultivators, having their hearts removed means they have no chance of survival. Only top-tier masters like Mo Qianqiu can remove their own hearts and then put them back, but the wounds to the heart are not so easy to heal.
"That Demon Venerable Jin Li is a demon, and he's even a divine beast. He can remove a heart, but how can you?" There's a saying among mortals that a doctor's heart is like a parent's. This also applies to Venerable Yu Qingzi. While healing Mo Qianqiu's wounds, she said earnestly, "Only that one divine beast in this world has managed to live for thousands of years without a heart. Our human bodies aren't as strong as those of the demons. Although you've reached a high level of cultivation, your lifespan is..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and Venerable Yuqingzi suddenly realized that he had said too much.
When she saw Mo Qianqiu's body covered in wounds, she had already forgotten who was standing across from her. The bloody scar on his chest, in particular, terrified her. Such an injury would be fatal for any cultivator, and it could even be said that death was certain within a short period of tribulation.
However, none of this is a reason for her to poke at other people's scars.
After a long sigh, Venerable Yuqingzi said, "I shouldn't have mentioned that matter, Demon Lord. It's my fault. Don't mind it."
Mo Qianqiu's gaze wandered to the ground, seemingly oblivious to Yu Qingzi's words. Seeing this, Yu Qingzi was both speechless and relieved. He was speechless that such a cultivator still existed in the world, daring to ignore the instructions of a pill cultivator. He was also relieved that his words hadn't caught Mo Qianqiu's attention. Otherwise... a lifespan of less than fifty years would have been far too cruel.
The mental damage this time was enough to leave the Demon Lord with only fifty years to live.
Fifty years later, one will fall into the cycle of reincarnation, spending 3,610,000 lifetimes as an animal, suffering 3,610,000 lifetimes.
At the thought, Venerable Yuqingzi couldn't help but shudder. Even though she wasn't the one to receive such divine punishment, she felt a chill in her heart, unable to imagine such a day. What a hopeless reincarnation that would be, once a child of destiny, admired by the world, only to become a beast at the mercy of everyone.
Yu Qingzi shook his head and sighed in his heart: If we can have a truce for fifty years, it will allow Mo Qianqiu to enjoy his last moments.
In the side hall, the young man lying on the bed had his eyelashes trembling slightly. Not long after, Luo Jianqing opened his eyes and woke up.
When he first woke up, he felt as if his entire body was about to break apart. His tendons and veins felt as if they were being crushed into pieces, and his dantian felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of tiny needles. He wanted to turn over, but he felt he had no control over his body. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't even move his arms.
The feeling of being unable to control the body was too torturous. Luo Jianqing was about to use his spiritual power forcefully to see what was happening to him. However, just as he activated a little spiritual power, he was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace.
His body suddenly stiffened, and the cool fragrance of lotus filled his nose.
Luo Jianqing slowly opened his eyes, and heard a soft sigh in his ear: "Jianqing." The warm breath blew on his ear, like a delicate kiss, making the tip of his ear red, and thousands of emotions suddenly came to his heart.
Luo Jianqing tried to turn around, but was unable to move. As if sensing his predicament, Xuan Lingzi placed his palm on his lower back and gently channeled a trace of spiritual energy. Instantly, the Nine Lotus Heaven-Destroying Record began to circulate rapidly, fiercely seizing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. This also caused Luo Jianqing to realize that his body was unable to move because of a severe loss of spiritual energy.
However, Luo Jianqing didn't have the mind to care about such questions at the moment. He immediately turned around and saw the man at a glance.
This glance suddenly became infinitely long.
The moment their eyes met, Luo Jianqing seemed to hear his own heart tremble. Surprise, excitement, hardship, and sorrow filled his throat, and his eyes grew slightly moist. Luo Jianqing closed his eyes briefly, restraining his girlish behavior.
However, his eyes and heart were sore, and he didn't even care about the pain in his body. He just felt wronged.
After Xuan Lingzi was trapped in the Desolate Mountain, Luo Jianqing had experienced so much. Mo Qiu's death, the crisis faced by Fozi and Yunxiang, the demon army's attack on the Thirty-Six States, and the devastated battlefield covered in blood...
Faced with all this, Luo Jianqing did not say that he could not bear it, he just accepted everything silently.
When the spiritual power of several powerful men was about to burst his tendons, he did not say a word of no; when the powerful men asked him to take the risk and cross the Tianqing Pohai Formation, he did not say a word of no.
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