Xue Feng and Qing Guang watched the end of the battle, and as they flew back, they saw Divine Monarch Xuan Yue and Tie Dan bidding farewell, blood oozing as they fled, leaving everyone profoundly shocked.
After all, these two had road the Jianghu for hundreds of years and could easily sense the incredible transformation of Divine Monarch Xuan Yue’s Dao Body, starting with three thousand years of Dao Power’s spiritual pressure, even from afar, they trembled at the earth-shattering power fluctuations, the chaotic strikes of Dao Fist, the deafening sonic booms of Qi Wave.
Originally, they thought with Master Xuantian’s formidable strength, having exhausted sword power, this battle wouldn’t be easy, but who would have thought upon flying back to witness.
What? The dignified Xuan Sect Mountain Master, Divinity Transformation Lord, beaten to bleeding from seven orifices, completely unrecognizable, beaten beyond recognition, even his mother wouldn’t recognize him! How ridiculous! But in all fairness, our Sect Leader is a bit harsh, not respecting the elderly...
"Gwa! Congratulations Sect Leader on your grand victory! Divine Skill unmatched! Dao Power peerless! The sword sings on Cloud Platform! Ninth Peak trembles! Who in the world could oppose us! Our Sword Sect is invincible, squawk!"
Xue Feng swooped down, sliding to a kneel at Tie Dan’s feet, singing praises.
Qing Guang was caught off guard, never expecting the bird to move so swiftly, unable to even think of the words and hurriedly echoed,
"Indeed, indeed, I feel the sa way too!"
Tie Dan seed not to hear their praises, appearing absorbed in thought, calculating with fingers, suddenly looking at Qing Guang,
"Are you still in a child’s body?"
Out of nowhere hit with such a direct statent, Qing Guang was utterly shocked, clutching his chest and weakly replied,
"Phew... I, I have been self-taught and exploring independently, fearful of deviation, missing a great Immortal Fate, thus reluctant to lose the true essence of Primordial Yang easily, although I’ve attained Nascent Soul, I indeed cultivate alone, with limited resources, lacking companions, resources, and grounds, therefore..."
Then Tie Dan nodded,
"That’s just right, I calculated there’s a Union Bird in the Western Suburb Jujube Forest outside Qianyang City, only those who haven’t lost their Primordial Yang and haven’t ford marital bonds can see it. It’s just right, one of you a child, the other from the Feather Clan, perhaps you can help ."
Xue Feng’s eyes lit up,
"I wondered what the spiritual bird was, turns out it’s a Concord Wingbird, Sect Leader need not worry, I’ve seen people raise that duck at Crane Temple, leave it to us, you can rest assured."
Qing Guang naturally dared not refuse, but curious, couldn’t help but ask,
"Respectful decree... uh, I heard Sect Leader practiced for three years, transforming Dao into Nascent Soul, unparalleled, how co... not in a child’s body?"
Tie Dan replied,
"Oh, the magic gate I cultivate is unique, it requires rging Primordial Yang with the sword embryo, and counting, I’ve dual cultivated many tis, with so fleeting relationships, probably not destined with the Concord Wingbird."
This Daoist sword energy was truly overwhelming, directly injuring Qing Guang, making him vomit blood nearly unable to get up again.
However, Xue Feng, being a thousand-year-old demon, was an understanding master, perceiving instantly they might impede the Sect Leader from savoring more fleeting relationships to form more marriages, promptly sprang up to salute,
"Please rest assured Sect Leader! Disciple will set off imdiately to Qianyang City, to capture the Concord Wingbird for you to join the sect! Squawk——!"
Thus Xue Feng imdiately grabbed Qing Guang, a gust of wind swept, soared into the sky, disappearing quickly into the horizon towards Qianzhou.
And as Tie Dan watched, he flicked his sleeve, releasing Ci Yun.
The crane guessed correctly indeed, he intentionally sent them away, not for dual cultivation, but to help soone heal.
"This is the Inner Sect healing Holy dicine from Sky Covering Mountain, Nine Flavors Returning to Truth Rejuvenating Ointnt, using sanchi to stop bleeding, safflower to open veins, myrrh to heal wounds, Ligusticum wallichii for Qi Circulation, borneol for pain relief, coptis for detoxification, phellodendron for sores, Angelica dahurica to expel pus, frankincense for muscle regeneration.
While it might not resurrect the dead or flesh the bones, as long as there’s one breath left, fractures and flesh lacerations recover perfectly, how do you feel?"
So, as Ci Yun opened his eyes, he found himself by a stream in the woods, unsealed, unbound, with the Daoist robe removed, lying flat, his body coated with so kind of sticky white transparent ointnt, his feet cradled in Tie Dan’s lap, being oiled and treated, blending Daoist energy into the dicinal effect, flowing from the soles to Yongquan, Taichong, Kunlun, streaming along Taixi, Sanyinjiao, Chengshan, Yanglingquan, reaching Zusanli, the pinching, pulling, rubbing, massaging was repeatedly applied.
In an instant, soreness, itching, numbness, tingling, sha, joy, all kinds of sensations surged like waves, overwhelming Ci Yun’s senses, making his scalp tingle, deep to the marrow, caught between celestial bliss and despair, too stimulating to endure, unable to contain a yelp, twisted into a fetal position, rolling like a fish on the bank.
"What’s wrong with you? Is there a problem with the dicine? Where does it hurt or itch?"
Tie Dan was equally baffled, recalling that Master Xuan Yue had specifically cautioned, worried too much of the dicine used over sixty years might return unusable, specially prepared for the Eldest Princess, presumably non-toxic. He was also cautious as if sailing a ten-thousand-year boat, first finding a test subject to try, how could the reaction be so intense?
Imdiately he held Ci Yun in his embrace, pinpointing the pulse to investigate.
Ci Yun had no strength left to resist, after years of vegetarian living with Green Lamp and Buddha, suddenly feeling this fierce man’s intrusion into his chest, wrapped in his arms, he opened his eyes to see the muscular chest, distinct collarbones, long and warm hands reaching for his waist, abdon and heart, transmitting the fiery domineering Qi Breath through the lungs, a warm current filled his body.
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