Chapter 78: Sixth Prince Yu Xuanfeng
Li Yunqing raised her eyes and did not sense that kind of fiery, undisguised gaze.
Instead, it was a kind of appreciation.
“Thank you for the complint!”
Li Yunqing responded calmly, her tone as gentle as ever.
Her serene and ethereal temperant gave others a sense of composure, as if nothing could cause the woman before them to change expression.
This scene caused the astonishnt in the man’s eyes to deepen.
The woman before him did not look very old, yet her appearance and figure were exceedingly stunning. Most rare, however, was that serene and ethereal temperant.
Like a delicate flower growing amidst the mundane world, yet untouched by its dust.
Blooming alone, admiring itself in solitude.
Neither delighted by things nor saddened by herself—she even gave the impression of having no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, yet still gentle like water.
Simply standing there brought an inexplicable calm to one’s heart, like a bright moon rising over the sea, yet without the slightest trace of cold loneliness.
“My thanks.”
The man spoke softly, a gentle smile on his face.
“It’s nothing.” Li Yunqing replied.
There was none of the undisguised gaze of other n, nor that fixation upon beautiful won where one could not move their eyes or feet.
Yet around him lingered an indescribable nobility.
Even Li Yunqing’s Eye of Greater Yin could sense a faint trace of purple qi within his True Qi.
There was even a faint sense of dragon roars and tiger howls.
“What kind of cultivation thod is this?”
“Could he be the Sixth Prince? A royal cultivation thod?”
Thoughts flickered through Li Yunqing’s mind, but she said nothing. Holding a flying sword, she cut open the clothing around his wounds.
But when she saw those wounds, a trace of shock arose in her heart.
The injuries were extrely severe—his chest, abdon, legs, and arms were covered in wounds.
It was as if he had fought desperately in a life-and-death situation; the wounds were so deep that bone was visible.
Especially the deepest wound on his chest—it was almost touching the heart.
Had it been even slightly off, the man before her would likely have died.
Li Yunqing brushed her fingers across, instantly covering the area around the wounds with silver needles. Then, threading needle and string, she began cleaning and stitching the wounds.
From the corner of her eye, she still saw that other parts of his body bore nurous old scars.
But they seed to have been treated with precious scar-removal dicine, making them not too conspicuous.
“Does he fight desperately with others every day?”
Li Yunqing felt sowhat surprised, her nose catching a faint, peculiar dicinal fragrance.
“Thousand-Year Jade Ganoderma Pill—the signature treasure dicine of Wanbao Tower, a supre healing dicine. One pill costs at least fifty thousand taels of silver.”
“No wonder he’s so calm.”
Sensing the dicinal power within his body, Li Yunqing understood. Her ten fingers moved swiftly—within the ti it took to drink a cup of tea, she had finished treating the wounds.
Martial artists naturally possessed regenerative blood qi, along with force or True Qi, allowing wounds to heal quickly.
With the addition of the Thousand-Year Jade Ganoderma Pill within his body, as long as the wounds were properly treated, he would recover very soon.
“Be mindful to rest!”
After finishing, Li Yunqing, as usual, took out a pill and placed it into the man’s hand.
When refining this pill, she had infused it with a strand of plant vitality, which could accelerate wound healing.
It was also the least she could do for these soldiers risking their lives against demons.
Since the man had already taken the Thousand-Year Jade Ganoderma Pill, she did not give him more.
Her dicine should be reserved for those who needed it more.
The man was slightly stunned. A faint smile flashed across his face as he was carried away by the others.
He flipped his hand and looked at the pill.
It was not particularly precious—far inferior to the Thousand-Year Jade Ganoderma Pill he had taken.
Yet he could sense that it contained a rich strand of vitality, greatly enhancing its quality.
In a place like Qingzhou, it could be considered a top-grade healing dicine, likely quite valuable.
“Only I have it?”
“Interesting.”
Yu Xuanfeng looked at the pill in his hand. Thinking of that flawless face, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
As a prince, he had seen far too many beautiful won trying to curry favor and attach themselves to him.
Those who were useful, he would take into his household. Those who were not, did not dare approach.
Today’s situation, however, seed the most straightforward of all.
But the mont he raised his head, he saw several wounded soldiers holding identical pills, swallowing them, and heading toward the city wall.
“???”
His expression instantly darkened, and his entire body stiffened.
Then, expressionless, he turned his head to look at the other wounded.
He found that everyone had one in their hands—and those more seriously injured even had two or three.
This discovery instantly extinguished his earlier sense of amusent.
“So this dicine is quite ordinary?”
“My injuries are more severe than theirs—why do I have fewer?”
A thought flashed through Yu Xuanfeng’s mind as he held the pill, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed.
Returning to the camp—
The mont he stepped through the gate, a row of figures imdiately bent at the waist and saluted. “Greetings, Sixth Prince.”
The Sixth Prince Yu Xuanfeng’s expression returned to calm. Holding the pill in his palm, he said, “Rise.”
“How are the troops arranged? Can we annihilate all the invading demons?”
Hearing his question, everyone responded in unison, “With three Demon Kings present, the demons do not dare retreat.”
“As long as we delay for so ti, we will surely be able to annihilate all invading demons.”
“Oh?”
Yu Xuanfeng nodded slightly and said, “What did the Sword Saint of Cangshan say?”
“The Sword Saint transmitted his voice—give him three days, and the three Demon Kings will die!”
Hearing the responses, the Sixth Prince spoke again, “In that case, we will proceed according to the Sword Saint’s words.”
“In three days, I want all invading demons exterminated. This matter must be handled properly.”
“Just in ti—City Lord Qin, the Jiang Family, the Zhou… hm? Where are the Zhou Family’s people?”
At this point, the Sixth Prince swept his gaze around but did not see anyone from the Zhou Family.
“Cough cough…” City Lord Qin and the head of the Jiang Family exchanged glances and said, “The Zhou Family Head’s son died yesterday… in a woman’s bed. The Zhou Family Head is currently handling the matter.”
Who could have imagined—while demons attacked the city and the entire city fought bitterly for days—
The Zhou Family’s son had never appeared, nor even returned ho, spending every night in brothels, ultimately dying in a woman’s bed.
This was simply a great scandal.
Once it spread, the entire Zhou Family would likely be despised, which explained why the Zhou Family Head was so eager to deal with it.
“Tch… while others die battling demons, the Zhou Family’s son dies battling won.”
The Sixth Prince clicked his tongue lightly, a trace of cold light flashing in his eyes.
With demons invading, there were still people who did not take it seriously. Without the Sword Saint, the millions of people in Qingzhou might have all perished.
If such a thing truly happened, his imperial father would surely be enraged.
At that ti, no one would have an easy ti.
“We’ll discuss it later. Go make the arrangents. In three days, annihilate all invading demons!”
“This matter must not fail!”
After speaking, the Sixth Prince waved his hand, dismissing them.
This was rit already within reach—he would not allow any mistakes.
Though such rit might not add even the slightest advantage toward the position of Crown Prince in his father’s eyes, it could be exchanged for resources to strengthen himself.
That was precisely why he had seized this opportunity.
Everyone withdrew in an orderly manner. In just a mont, only the Sixth Prince and his six personal guards remained in the room.
“Unless I face mortal danger tomorrow, you are not to intervene again!”
Looking at the figures beside him, the Sixth Prince spoke coldly, “That position can only be contested by those who enter the Profound Realm.”
“Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and Third Brother have already reached Qi Realm Perfection. Even Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother are close.”
“If I do not risk my life, I will not have even the slightest chance.”
“You should understand.”
Hearing the Sixth Prince’s words, the six exchanged glances and lowered their heads. “Your Highness…”
“No need to persuade !”
The Sixth Prince directly interrupted them. “Back then, Father also staked everything, tempering himself between life and death to beco the ruler he is today.”
“Without extraordinary talent, one can only risk their life.”
The Sixth Prince looked again at the pill in his hand and said, “If I am severely injured, send to that female physician.”
“Her dical skill is excellent. Her needle technique resembles the inheritance of the wandering Divine Physician Ghost Granny.”
“Ghost Gate Needles—refining dicine into needles. A single needle can determine life or death.”
“As long as I still have a breath left, she should be able to keep alive.”
“I also have life-saving dicines on , so you need not worry.”
At this point, his tone softened. “If I truly have bad luck and die, and Father blas you…”
“You may flee, change your nas, and live in hiding.”
“The world is vast—there will always be a place to hide.”
After speaking, the Sixth Prince looked toward the direction of the capital and fell silent.
Among the many princes, only those who entered the Profound Realm had the qualification—and it was rely a qualification.
Without entering the Profound Realm, no matter how unparalleled one’s wisdom, it would be impossible to ascend to that position, nor to suppress the entire court.
The Profound Realm was the lowest—lowest—requirent to beco Crown Prince.
As a mber of the royal family, if one could not fight desperately to reach that position—
What difference was there from death?
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