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Chapter 1069 - Chapter 1069 Chapter 363 Got Plucked

Chapter 1069: Chapter 363: Got Plucked Chapter 1069: Chapter 363: Got Plucked Brother Tian was injured, he clutched the wound on his left rib as he returned to the small courtyard, taking three times longer than usual to open the door of the house, and upon entering his room, both the smell of blood and sound were completely blocked off.

This was not due to the soundproofing of the walls, but rather, that room had some sort of special barrier which could block out sound, smell, and perception.

Originally, Tang Luo had been wondering what could be in such a small room to produce such a strong smell, necessitating the use of an array to conceal it.

Now he knew; it must have been the other party treating his wound, worrying that the smell would be detected.

After all, some spiritual beasts are extremely sensitive to the scent of blood; once injured, there was no escaping their pursuit.

Some sorceries and witchcraft could even use original blood in their spells to track down their target.

It seems that Brother Tian’s work tonight did not go smoothly; perhaps he had encountered some formidable opponent, otherwise, with his martial arts expertise, he shouldn’t have been injured.

And Tang Luo was even more clear in his heart that at least half of the responsibility for Brother Tian’s injury lay on himself.

The Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul was an ancient divine artifact, as Yun Zu’s favored weapon, these gloves were integrated in offense and defense, with infinitely ingenious uses.

But now, one of these divine artifact gloves was being used to seal the Demon Heart, and the other to shield the Divine Symbol’s sensing.

And Brother Tian, after all, was only at the level of unity of spirit and intent; it was nearly impossible for him to move around Chaochang as if he were entering an uninhabited territory, just like before.

When did he become a hindrance, holding others back?

The self-esteem of the extremely proud Tang Luo suddenly felt contempt for himself, feeling that by lying in the firewood room all day, he was like a useless person, although his current physical condition was indeed that of a disabled person, but he still could not allow himself to be a waste so comfortably.

Submerging his consciousness into the Star Core, Tang Luo no longer stinted on Spiritual Power, he gathered the nebulous Spiritual Energy hovering around the Star Core into threads finer than hair strands, and began repairing the meridians in his body.

This was a massive project; to some extent, even if he repaired with all his might, the best he could do was speed up the recovery process a little, because even without his manipulation, the Star Core was autonomously operating to repair the body.

But after sensing that Brother Tian was injured, Tang Luo’s sense of urgency instantly surged to its peak; he could not allow himself to continue like this.

Having already received such great kindness from another, if Brother Tian were to be exposed and forced to flee, carrying him along, as a burden, that would be extremely troublesome!

Tang Luo, focused on repairing his meridians while his consciousness was submerged in the Star Core, naturally cut off all external senses, therefore, he had no idea that shortly after he began mending his meridians.

Brother Tian, having changed into a new set of clothes, left the room, carefully listening to the movement in the firewood room before quietly opening the door, placing a newly shucked ear of corn inside and filling up the basin with Clear Water to the brim.

Looking at the sleeping face of Tang Luo, Brother Tian muttered something silently and then left; shortly afterwards, he came back in with a gourd and poured all the Spirit Liquid from it into the Clear Water, not leaving a single drop.

The next morning, Tang Luo noticed something unusual in the house, seeing the newly added corn and Clear Water mixed with Spirit Liquid, he frowned slightly.

Whether it was a sixth sense or simply that early birds catch the worms, Brother Tian had also risen early. Despite the sweltering heat of the summer solstice, he was dressed in a long robe, wrapping himself up tightly.

The reason he came to the woodshed so early in the morning was to criticize Tang Luo.

Finding a rare point to attack filled Brother Tian with excitement. He strutted over to the bedside and, shaking his head, began to criticize, “You call yourself a martial artist, but you slept like a dead pig last night. I did so much work, and you didn’t even wake up! If a thief had come, they could have cleaned out the house and you wouldn’t have known!”

After spending the entire night repairing his meridians, Tang Luo was incredibly exhausted. Yet his passion for truth overcame his fatigue, allowing him to persistently explain to Brother Tian, “If a thief really did enter the room, with my current physical condition, it’s better that I didn’t wake up! If I’m not awake, at most he’d just be after my possessions. But if I suddenly opened my eyes and shouted, he might panic and who knows what he might do!”

Brother Tian, who had hoped to thoroughly criticize Tang Luo, found the tables turned as Tang Luo managed to present a logical argument, which actually made sense. This left Brother Tian gasping for air, his face puffed up like a frog.

And Longxi’s Pride, with his low awareness, hadn’t realized he had once again upset someone. Glancing at Brother Tian’s attire, he asked, “Eh, you even mixed Spirit Liquid into my water, why didn’t you use the Spirit Liquid to tend to your injuries first?”

Brother Tian, who’d thought Tang Luo had slept like a dead pig the night before, was stunned to have his injury pointed out, and instinctively grabbed at his ribs. He said incredulously, “How did you know I got hurt! Have you been following me?”

“Use your head…” Tang Luo sighed, “How could I possibly follow you in this state!”

“Ah… right.” Realizing his own panic, Brother Tian embarrassingly lowered his hand and looked up, trying to act as if nothing had happened, “Spirit Liquid is for seriously wounded people like you, who are half-dead. For a robust martial artist like me, a minor injury is nothing!”

“That’s not a minor injury!” Tang Luo said after a glance at Brother Tian’s ribs. He spoke flatly, “Without the Immortal Cloud Whisk Soul, you can’t fully block a Profound-level Spirit Art. Even with Yun Clan Body Techniques, you can’t completely avoid it. The operation in Chaochang is too dangerous for you in your current condition!”

Tang Luo wanted to persuade Brother Tian to abandon the current operations in Chaochang. There would be other opportunities, but Brother Tian misinterpreted his words.

“All those days feeding you corn and Clear Water weren’t in vain; you fool are finally showing concern for your big brother, not bad, not bad!”

Brother Tian, satisfied after approaching the bed, patted Tang Luo on the forehead, “Don’t worry, when I was making my mark in Chaochang, you were still in diapers. I know what I’m doing. You just focus on healing. Leave the rest to me; you’re not needed!”

After saying this, Brother Tian hummed a tune and sauntered out, leaving Tang Luo on the bed, engulfed in a huge wave of self-isolation.

“He touched my forehead!? What does that mean? Does he think of me as a pet!? How dare he?! Is nobody going to do anything about this!? Don’t they know I’ve reached Martial Arts Divinity!?”

Already energetically drained from metamorphosis and taxed by a full night of repairing his meridians, being treated like a pet and caressed was the final straw for Tang Luo. His vision went dark, and he fainted once more.

When he awoke again, it was already evening, but it wasn’t shame or pride that woke Tang Luo; it was the constant wafting aroma of cooking that reached his nose.

“Hmph, a mere trifle, this cooking skill. Whatever is eaten turns to energy in the stomach. Even if tofu were made to taste like dragon flesh, it couldn’t compare to corn!”