Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Just as they were thinking about this, one of the physicians ca out in a hurry and looked at them with a solemn look. “It’s bad. True Monarch Yuan Qing’s situation is getting worse. I’m afraid he won’t be able to hold on much longer.”
Hearing this, all the Peak Masters were unable to sit still. They went inside one after another.
A brilliant light flashed in the clan’s transmission array. Feng Jiu and Murong Yixuan, as well as the three guards in black, appeared in the formation array.
“Senior Brother Murong! You are back! Quick, go and see True Monarch Yuan Qing. He’s dying! ” The disciple who was ordered to keep watch at the transmission array told him in a hurry. But, upon seeing Murong Yuxuan with a young man in red, the disciple was stunned.
Murong Yixuan imdiately grasped Feng Jiu’s hand and went straight to the main peak on the flying sword.
Feng Jiu pulled her hand away with a glance.
Murong Yixuan responded with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I just got too worried.”
“Mm.” She replied, watching the misty cloud-filled peak ahead. It had stronger spirit energy breath compared to the Eight Supre Empires. She could not help praising it in her heart.
It’s indeed a good place.
On the top of a mountain in the Opulent Celestial Sect, an old man in a grey robe was drinking wine. When he looked up, he saw a twinkling star in the sky. He smiled and murmured, “Here cos the Phoenix Star...”
When he arrived at the main peak, Murong Yixuan went straight to the cave-dwelling. “Master!” He burst into the cave.
The crowd inside heard the voice and looked back. When they saw him co in, they stepped back to let him co to the bed.
“Master!” Seeing that his master on the bed had the deathly pallor of dark purple all over his body, Murong Yixuan trembled and turned back to look for Feng Jiu.
“There’s no need to search, I’m here.” Feng Jiu, who suddenly appeared at the head of the bed, spoke without looking up. She observed the old man lying on the bed with so surprise.
However, when the crowd saw a young man suddenly popped in wearing a red robe, obviously wasn’t a mber of the sect, all of them couldn’t help but look at each other.
Who is this young man? Why did he show up all of a sudden?
Seeing the young man in red standing by the bed to examine True Monarch Yuan Qing, as they were about to ask questions, they heard the young man’s nonchalant voice.
“Please untie your master’s coat and ask soone to bring in a basin for bloodletting.” Feng Jiu took out the silver needle from the space, giving instruction while using fire to sterilize the needle.
“Black Wind, fetch the basin!” Murong Yixuan shouted. Without saying a word, he untied his master’s coat. When he saw a black and purple handprint on his master’s chest, his heart sank.
The black-clad guard outside quickly brought a basin and put it on the side, then silently withdrew.
When the sect master and all the peak masters saw that Feng Jiu took out the silver needle as if she was about to prick the True Monarch Yuan Qing, one of them shouted, “Wait a minute!” But to his surprise, after this shout, the young man in red didn’t even pause. With the silver needle, she pierced several large holes in True Monarch Yuan Qing’s body. The man stared at her with an infuriated look.
When he was about to step forward, Murong Yixuan stopped him.
“Sect Master, Peak Masters, I invited this person especially to help detoxify my master. Please do not disturb.”
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