Chapter 26: Ashes to Ashes, Su Qingge's Heart is in Chaos
Jiang Yuanshan peeked out from behind the sofa and swallowed hard.
"Good heavens..."
"It's... cooked already?"
He walked over cautiously and nudged the "charcoal" with the tip of his shoe.
It was hard as a rock.
It couldn't be any deader.
"Junior Martial Uncle, that's aweso!"
Jiang Yuanshan gave a thumbs up, his face full of flattery.
"One-hit kill! And that was an evil cultivator, yet in your hands, it was like chopping vegetables."
"The revival of our Qingfeng Temple is in sight!"
Zhang Xuanyao stood where he was, his chest heaving violently.
His face was a bit pale.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
That strike just now had drained most of the spiritual energy in his body.
The Five Thunders thod was powerful, but the consumption was terrifying.
It was like driving a ferrari to deliver takeout; the fuel consumption was unbearable.
He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the weakness in his body.
His gaze was fixed intently on the charred corpse on the ground.
His brows were tightly locked.
"Don't go over there." Zhang Xuanyao spoke suddenly, his voice cold and stern.
Jiang Yuanshan was startled and quickly retracted his foot.
"What's wrong? It's burnt to charcoal, can it still reanimate?"
Zhang Xuanyao ignored him.
Golden light swirled in his eyes.
Under the Heavenly Eye, he saw a faint wisp of black Qi wriggling at the Dantian of the charred corpse.
That was the evil cultivator's Primordial Spirit.
This guy wanted to shed his skin like a cicada!
"Want to play dead?" A cruel smile curled at the corners of Zhang Xuanyao's mouth.
"My Daoist practice has always been about cutting weeds and eliminating the roots."
"Since it's already cooked, let's process it a bit more."
"Direct cremation."
He raised his right hand again.
His Dantian, already sowhat depleted, was forced to squeeze out more power.
His ridians throbbed with sharp pain.
But he didn't care.
To deal with such an inhumane evil cultivator, one must never leave any hidden dangers.
Even if it ant risking injury, he had to completely eradicate him.
"Once more!" Zhang Xuanyao shouted.
Lightning gathered at his fingertips again.
Although it was a circle smaller than before, it was more condensed, and the color was approaching deep purple.
The charred corpse on the ground seed to sense the danger.
It shuddered violently.
A black shadow crawled out from the corpse and rushed madly towards the door.
It was Master Ye's Primordial Spirit!
"You little bastard! You will die a horrible death! Even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"
The venomous curse echoed in the air.
"As a ghost?" Zhang Xuanyao snorted coldly.
"You won't even have the chance to be a ghost."
"Co, Thunder!"
Boom! The second heavenly thunder descended.
It struck the black shadow with precision.
There was no suspense.
The shadow didn't even have ti to scream.
Within the purple lightning, it disintegrated instantly, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated.
Imdiately after, the residual power of the lightning struck the charred corpse on the ground again.
Crack!
The charred corpse instantly shattered, turning into a pile of black dust on the floor.
A draft blew through, and the dust scattered with the wind.
It was truly—ashes to ashes.
The hall was deathly silent.
Only the broken curtains rustled in the wind.
Jiang Yuanshan's mouth was wide open, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
Too ruthless.
Too brutal.
Killing soone is just a nod to the ground, but his own Junior Martial Uncle had directly erased the person both physically and on the Soul level.
He didn't even give him a chance to complain to Yama.
"Whew..." Zhang Xuanyao exhaled a long breath of turbid air.
The golden light in his eyes faded rapidly.
His body swayed twice.
An unprecedented sense of exhaustion washed over him like a tide.
His brain felt like it had been stuffed with paste, buzzing loudly.
He had overdrafted the Five Thunders thod twice in a row.
Even an iron body couldn't hold up.
Last ti he used it once, he nearly fainted.
"Done." Zhang Xuanyao turned around and looked at Su Qingge.
He squeezed out a forced smile on his face.
"President Su... rember to leave a good review..."
"Also... this counts as overti... you have to pay extra..."
Before he could finish speaking, everything went black before his eyes.
He collapsed straight backward.
"Zhang Xuanyao!" Su Qingge exclaid.
She didn't care about the glass shards on the floor, kicked off her high heels, and rushed over barefoot.
The second before Zhang Xuanyao hit the floor, she stretched out her arms and caught him steadily.
Heavy.
That was Su Qingge's first impression.
This man, who usually looked lean, felt like a mountain when he collapsed into her arms.
His body carried a faint sll of burnt material and sweat.
It wasn't unpleasant.
Instead, it made one feel an inexplicable sense of peace.
"Zhang Xuanyao! Wake up!" Su Qingge patted his face.
It felt ice-cold to the touch.
That face, which usually always wore a mischievous smile, was now pale as paper.
His lips had no color at all.
Su Qingge's heart contracted violently.
An unprecedented sense of panic gripped her breath.
"Jiang Yuanshan! Co over here quickly!" Su Qingge shouted back, her voice trembling.
"What's wrong with him? Is he injured?"
Jiang Yuanshan scrambled over.
He grabbed Zhang Xuanyao's wrist and placed two fingers on his pulse.
A mont later.
Jiang Yuanshan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"It's fine, it's fine, don't panic, President Su."
"Junior Martial Uncle has run out of mana... oh no, he has overdrawn his spiritual energy and his ntal Energy is exhausted."
"He just needs to sleep, he won't die."
"However..."
Jiang Yuanshan looked at Zhang Xuanyao's pale face, then at the ss all over the floor.
"It's best to take him to the hospital for so glucose to replenish his body."
After hearing this, Su Qingge's tense nerves relaxed slightly.
But looking at the unconscious man in her arms, the chill in her eyes did not dissipate.
She looked up at the few bodyguards standing at the door in a daze.
They were the ones who had rushed in after hearing the commotion.
"What are you still standing there for!" Su Qingge reverted to her usual decisive and efficient female CEO persona.
"Get the car ready!"
"Go to the nearest Grade A hospital!"
"Notify the director and prepare the best ward!"
The bodyguards were intimidated by Su Qingge's aura and imdiately took action.
"Yes! President Su!"
Su Qingge tried to pick up Zhang Xuanyao.
But she was a woman after all, and her strength was limited.
She tried twice but couldn't lift him.
The bodyguard next to her was about to reach out to help.
"Don't touch him." Su Qingge coldly barked a stop.
For so reason, she didn't want anyone else to touch this man.
Not even the bodyguards.
"Push the wheelchair over." Su Qingge ordered.
There were elderly people in the house, so they kept a wheelchair on hand.
Soon, the bodyguard pushed the wheelchair over.
Su Qingge and Jiang Yuanshan worked together to help Zhang Xuanyao into the wheelchair.
She pushed him herself, walking quickly outside.
Her bare feet stepped on the cold marble floor, even stepping on a few small pieces of broken glass.
Blood seeped out.
But she seed completely unaware.
Hengcheng City First People's Hospital.
The ergency departnt was in chaos.
A dozen bodyguards in black blocked the corridor.
The hospital director, wearing a white coat, led the chief physicians of internal dicine, surgery, and neurology, jogging all the way to the VIP ward.
Those who didn't know would have thought so high-ranking leader had suddenly fallen ill.
Inside the ward.
Various instrunts were beeping.
Zhang Xuanyao lay on the large hospital bed, with an IV drip in his hand.
Although his face was still a bit pale, his breathing had beco much steadier.
"President Su." The director wiped his sweat, holding the dical report, standing cautiously in front of Su Qingge.
"The test results are out."
"The patient's various physical indicators... are all very normal."
"Even healthier than the average person."
"It's just..."
Su Qingge sat by the bed, holding a cotton swab, treating the wound on the sole of her foot.
Hearing this, she looked up, her eyes sharp.
"It's just what? Don't stutter."
The director swallowed hard.
"It's just a bit of kidney deficiency... ah no, it's extre fatigue."
"It's like... like running ten marathons in a row, or staying up for seven days and seven nights without sleep."
"The body's energy reserves have been hollowed out."
"As long as he rests quietly and eats more high-protein food, he will recover soon."
Su Qingge frowned.
Kidney deficiency?
She subconsciously glanced at Zhang Xuanyao.
He's already kidney deficient?
Last night he didn't even...
A trace of unnatural blush flashed across her face, which she quickly concealed.
"Got it, you may leave."
"Rember, block the news."
"I don't want to see news about 'Su Group Consultant Hospitalized Late at Night' on the trending searches tomorrow."
The director nodded repeatedly.
"Understood, understood."
He led the group of doctors out as if they had been granted amnesty.
The ward quieted down.
Only the white mist sprayed by the humidifier drifted gently.
Jiang Yuanshan sat on the sofa in the corner, munching on an apple.
"President Su, you should rest for a while too."
"With Junior Martial Uncle's Physique, he'll be jumping around tomorrow after a sleep."
"Your foot injury..."
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