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Chapter 490 - Three Hundred and Twenty-One: Healing Wounds_2

Chapter 490: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-One: Healing Wounds_2

Strolling casually behind Li Qingyan, Xu Yuan watched her delicate silhouette trembling slightly in pain and suddenly asked:

"Even if you don’t use the Elixir Medicine I offered, shouldn’t you have your own Imperial Family’s healing medicine?"

As the only successor of the current Emperor who commanded armies in the field, Xu Yuan didn’t believe for a second that Li Qingyan didn’t have some valuable items in her Sumeru Ring.

"I do."

Li Qingyan’s steps were steady, her voice low: "Now’s not the time to use them."

"You’re quite a saver, aren’t you?"

Xu Yuan wore a peculiar expression, surprised that the Wrapped Chest Princess was actually a stockpiler. With a heart full of gravity, he advised, "You can spend a bit where it’s needed. Don’t be frugal."

"Are you an idiot? That’s not what I meant."

"Is that not the case?"

"Of course not, my internal injuries are too severe at the moment. I must first regulate and recover through my own means before using medicine. Directly using medicine would only worsen my condition."

"There’s such a thing?" Xu Yuan was quite astonished. "But you are a Primordial expert of the Martial Path."

Li Qingyan glanced back at him as if she were looking at a fool:

"Primordial experts are still human, and humans die when injured. Don’t you know this common sense?"

"I... I, as a Soul Condensation expert, naturally wouldn’t know the common sense of Primordials. But truly, humans are such fragile creatures."

Xu Yuan was unabashed and after a moment’s contemplation, he earnestly asked, "Hmm... So, will you need me to apply medicine for you later?"

"No need."

Li Qingyan stopped in front of an elegant pavilion in the courtyard, exhaling a breath:

"Just hurry and take the rebirth potion to revert back to your human form."

"What, can’t wait already?"

"...."

Li Qingyan forcefully suppressed the urge to weld her fist to the shameless man’s face and silently pushed the door open, walking in.

The room was pitch-dark, void of any light.

Watching her sit cross-legged on the stone couch, Xu Yuan didn’t follow her inside.

He wouldn’t be of any help to her anyway.

Life Origin couldn’t heal humans unless Li Qingyan no longer wished to be human.

Though he didn’t go in, Xu Yuan stood at the doorway and casually tossed the Elixir Medicine to her:

"Take it and recover your strength as soon as possible. We aren’t completely safe right now."

Li Qingyan frowned slightly upon hearing this but soon realized what he meant.

Assassination.

Her injuries were indeed very grave, and the fact that she couldn’t even walk properly despite her Primordial cultivation was telling.

In the event of an assassination, she would hardly have the capacity to resist.

She held the jade bottle silently for a moment, her voice soft:

"Alright... I will repay you, in another equivalent way."

"How about direct physical compensation? One hundred thousand taels for a single occasion?"

"Xu Changtian, you’re courting death..."

Thud!

The door closed, cutting off her voice.

After shutting the door for her, Xu Yuan didn’t leave either.

Standing under the eaves, he looked up at the sky only to find that it had begun to snow again.

As if commemorating something, the willow-fluff-like snowflakes silently descended from the sky, dotting the dry ground and quickly accumulating a layer of pure white.

Xu Yuan glanced at the headless figure still standing in the void, then let out a long breath of white mist, telepathically saying:

"Qingyan, you better hurry up. I’ll guard you in the meantime with this body of a ghost."

As the words fell,

he rubbed his hands together gently, took out a black veil, fitted it onto his head, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against her door in the darkness of night.

The weather in these Extreme Black Lands is really cold...

Well, probably.

......

In the Extreme Black Lands, where there’s no distinction between day and night, the passage of time feels somewhat unreal.

The only thing palpable was the pristine silver sand on the ground piling up ever higher.

During that time, people came through the snow seeking an audience with Li Qingyan.

There were Colonels from the army, powerful figures accompanying the troops, and Grain Transport Officials, but without exception, all were turned away by Xu Yuan.

On the pretext that the Princess was in seclusion, healing her wounds.

Some were discontented because military matters required immediate attention and decisions.

But though they were displeased, no one dared to show it explicitly.

Powerful individuals are always admired.

A Mortal Transcendence expert who can grievously injure a Saint would scarcely be provoked by anyone in the world.

Not to mention, this mysterious blood-clothed man under the black veil who saved them and was very likely quite close to the Princess.

Xu Yuan blocked anyone from entering, and no matter what they thought internally, those military men were all very forthright on the surface, thanking him and leaving immediately after asking him to pass on their messages.

Time silently passed by,

The man outside stood by the door, akin to a sculpture.

The woman inside sat on the bed, biting her lip softly.

The snow falling from the eaves left spots of white on the blood-clothed shoulders and the black veil. The courtyard facing the room was already covered with half a zhang of silver sand, and the closed door behind him showed no sign of opening.

Three days later, the man outside moved for the first time.

As the falling snow was brushed off his body, he lifted a finger and swept it lightly across his forearm, tearing his tattered, blood-colored robe.

A shallow wound appeared, but it was devoid of the familiar crimson blood, replaced instead by those familiar fine flesh tendrils.

Just one glance at these dense and fine tendrils could make someone’s scalp tingle.

He had survived the Barbarian King’s punch, but his ghostification had intensified once more.

Amidst the silence, Xu Yuan watched the wound heal in an instant, when Luo Xiran’s voice suddenly rang out in his mind:

"Your body’s ghostification has now entered the second stage."

"...."

At her words, Xu Yuan looked towards the door.

Seeing his reaction, Luo Xiran’s gentle voice carried a hint of helplessness:

"Why do you insist on guarding this girl? Isn’t there another Primordial expert in this city?"

At that, Xu Yuan remembered the middle-aged woman who had come to pay respects on his first day but was chased away by him. He chuckled lightly: