Chun Mei's back was facing Nie Li. She could feel the weak breathing beside her ear. She knew that Nie Li needed treatment as soon as possible. "Hold on, Nie Li. Don't fall asleep." Chun Mei didn't choke with sobs. She told herself not to cry and to hold on.
Nie Li felt that he was leaning on a shoulder that wasn't considered broad. Although it was different from his father's, the feeling was the same. It was warm. He slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he saw an elegant curtain and a plain colored blanket. He knew where he was. He wanted to stand up, but his whole body was tightly wrapped in bandages. Even the slightest movement would cause him to feel a tearing pain. Nie Li couldn't help sucking in a breath of cold air.
"You're awake! I'll go get someone. " A delicate and pretty girl said. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing plain clothes. She should be a servant. Her eyes were dodging, not daring to look directly at Nie Li. She walked outside. "Sister Wang, Sister Wang, he's awake."
A moment later, a familiar figure appeared in front of her eyes. However, this time, Sister Wang did not take the initiative to speak. Instead, she looked at Nie Li with a complicated gaze. Disgust, hatred, gratitude, and so on. Her emotions were so complex that it was hard to fathom. The two of them didn't speak. They just remained silent.
"Lie down. Your injuries are very serious." Sister Wang sighed after a long time. There were many things that she wanted to say, but she didn't know how to say them. After she finished speaking, she got up. The servant came back with a bowl of medicine. Sister Wang gave the little girl some instructions and left.
She carried the medicine and walked to Nie Li. She placed the bowl to the side and helped Nie Li up. She then picked up the bowl and scooped up a spoonful of medicine. Her face was red and her right hand was trembling. There were several times when she placed the spoon on Nie Li's face.
Nie Li didn't know what to say as he looked at the little girl's shy appearance. "I'll do it!" A voice came from the door. Nie Li and the servant looked over and saw that it was Chun Mei.
She was wearing a simple and elegant white dress with a light muslin covering it. Her snow-white skin was faintly discernible. Although her face was a little pale, it made her cold temperament even more outstanding. Perhaps she was a little similar to her.
When the servant saw that Chun Mei had arrived, she quickly placed the bowl to the side. She respectfully expressed her thanks and ran off.
"Look at you, you've scared my maidservant." The corner of Chun Mei's mouth curled into a smile. It was rare for her to joke with Nie Li. As she spoke, she sat beside Nie Li and picked up the medicinal soup.
She gently opened her red lips and slowly exhaled. Then, she brought the medicine to Nie Li's mouth. Actually, the medicine wasn't very hot. Nie Li opened his mouth and swallowed everything. An extremely bitter feeling came from his throat and his brows couldn't help knitting together.
Seeing Nie Li's expression, Chun Mei couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing. However, he quickly retracted his smile and continued to feed her the medicine. Nie Li couldn't stand this. He snatched the bowl from Chun Mei's hands, closed his eyes, and finished it in a single gulp. His appearance was as if he was going to sacrifice himself for justice.
Chun Mei also stood up, took a piece of cake and prepared to feed Nie Li. "Oh, how long have I been unconscious this time?" Although Nie Li didn't want to be fed by a woman, he couldn't lift his arm. He could only stretch his head out and take a bite. He was worried that Fang Tong would be worried if she didn't receive any news from him.
"Two days and one night. However, you're really lucky. At that time, the doctor diagnosed you and said that you couldn't be saved. However, you still survived. "Chun Mei gently looked at Nie Li, as if she was looking at a treasure. This made Nie Li a little shy.
"Two days. No, I have to write a letter to Brother Fang. Otherwise, he will be worried. " Nie Li was a little anxious. If they didn't receive any news from him, coupled with Tian Lei's plan, who knows what would happen.
"Don't worry, I've already sent a message to the Fang Residence." Chun Mei's eyes were a little dim. Why didn't he ask her how she was?
"That's good. How are you? That day when you saved me, you were probably injured, right? " Nie Li asked with concern. The change in Chun Mei's expression was too obvious. It was hard for him to not notice it.
"I'm fine. The doctor has already diagnosed me. I'm fine." Chun Mei immediately smiled like a flower. Perhaps this was the power of love. A single sentence could release and ease her worries for the past few days.
"Chun Mei, thank you." Nie Li's face was solemn as he solemnly thanked her. He knew that if it wasn't for Chun Mei sacrificing herself to save him, he would have been thrown into the wild.
"Don't. I should be the one thanking you. If it wasn't for me, there wouldn't have been a conflict with Tian Heng. There wouldn't have been any of these things." Chun Mei grabbed Nie Li's hand and said in fear. This was what she was unwilling to face.
Obviously, the two of them misunderstood each other. Nie Li looked at Chun Mei's fragile eyes and didn't say anything. He only smiled.
"Recuperate well. I won't disturb you." Seeing Nie Li's smile, Chun Mei got up and tidied up the room. She helped Nie Li lie down and tucked him in.
Looking at the scabbed wound on Chun Mei's wrist, Nie Li knew what the bloody letter was about. Noticing Nie Li's gaze, Chun Mei hurriedly retracted her hands and ran away. On the way, she locked the door for Nie Li.
Lying on the bed without moving was extremely painful for him. He endured the pain and sat up cross-legged. Circulating his cultivation technique, Nie Li was surprised to find that his strength had taken a step forward. Indeed, for the demonic arts, only constant battles could make rapid progress.
Feeling the pain in his body getting lighter and lighter, he also let out a sigh of relief. If this continues, he will be able to recover in a few days. At the same time, Nie Li was also thinking about something. After this battle, he discovered the shortcomings of his martial arts.
He was especially good at leg and blade techniques. However, he didn't have a good teacher to guide him all this time. He relied on himself to explore. Moreover, because of hatred and killing, he wasted too much time. Although his realm improved by leaps and bounds, he was still far from enough in other aspects.
Perhaps the battles along the way were more daunting than dangerous. However, it was also because of his unique cultivation technique and exceptional blade technique. However, this Cloud Sea City was only a small city in the vast world. It was already so difficult for him here. How would he reach the peak in the future?
Especially in the battle with Cheng Fei. If he hadn't entered that mysterious realm at the end, he was afraid that he would have died long ago. It was like having a strong internal force, but not knowing any moves or mental cultivation techniques. There was nowhere to use it.
He used the Incomplete Inverse Demonic Arts more to improve his internal force. However, he didn't comprehend the other techniques contained in it. Although the blade technique was self-created Snow Blade Technique, the Snow Blade Technique had no moves. It was only fast.
Even if he created two or three moves, they were all copied from the nine moves that his father taught him. They were empty, but their power was far inferior. At the end of the day, his martial arts foundation was still too shallow.
Although he had many martial arts moves, they were all the same. Because of this, they became a burden. What he needed to do now was to extract the essence and get rid of the dross. He needed to combine the original blade technique that he created with the blade technique that his father taught him.
Thinking of this, Nie Li directly jumped off the bed, picked up Autumn Rain, and began to use the Snow Blade Technique. Fast, extremely fast. What he needed to do was to combine his own artistic conception with the nine moves.
After the first failure, he tried a second time. One time, two times, three times. Nie Li didn't know how long he practiced until he skillfully added the speed and coldness of the Snow Blade Technique to the nine moves.
Although it seemed that he had lost two moves of the Snow Blade Technique, he had undoubtedly become more powerful. This was especially true for the nine moves of the saber. He had already familiarized himself with the first three moves. As for the remaining moves, he only knew how to perform them.
Seeing that the blade technique had been solved, only the Incomplete Inverse Demonic Arts was left. He had been using it as a mental cultivation technique to improve his internal force. However, after reading the secret book in his sea of consciousness, he sighed at the power of this technique.
Mental cultivation technique and leg technique combined. Using leg technique to condense internal force, using internal force to improve leg technique. It could be said that if this secret book was placed in the martial arts world, it would attract countless people's covetous eyes.
After reading it once, Nie Li fell into deep thought. He realized that he knew too little about martial arts. So much so that he ignored such a divine technique. The internal force of the Incomplete Inverse Demonic Arts was sinister and vicious. It was stronger than martial artists of the same level.
As for the leg technique, it could condense and purify internal force. It could make a martial artist's internal force incomparably pure and display several times the power. Ever since he had learned the mental cultivation technique, he had only used his internal force to stimulate his disabled right leg.
Now it seemed that this was only the most superficial attack method. According to the book, after learning internal force and having a little foundation, one could instill internal force into the incomplete part of the body during battle.
The violent and powerful internal force would stimulate the incomplete part of the body during the operation, causing an astonishing power to erupt. It was as if it could strengthen a part of the body, making it stronger.
When he first learned the mental cultivation technique, his internal force was weak. He couldn't do this for a long time. However, he was now in the Viscera Training Realm. With the addition of the magic core, this method was as easy as turning over his hand.
Nie Li tried to guide the internal force into his right leg. He felt that his right leg was boiling hot, like a ball of flame, full of power. Looking down, his right leg was emitting a trace of black aura. It looked very strange, like a ghost.
He couldn't help but touch it with his hand, but his right leg was cold, like cold iron. Nie Li couldn't help but laugh. With the Incomplete Inverse Demonic Arts, he could definitely do it.
"Third style, Demons Dance" Nie Li's right leg kicked out like lightning. The surrounding air condensed on his leg. The space became somewhat distorted and unreal. Even the temperature was somewhat cold.
Nie Li hurriedly stopped his movement. He didn't want to cause too much of a commotion. That kind of powerful destructive force made his heart palpitate. This kind of power was what he was pursuing.
Thinking of this, his body slightly trembled. He clenched his fists. His tightly closed mouth hooked up into an evil smile. His face was distorted as if he was trying to restrain something.
If he were to face the previous ten people, he could guarantee that they wouldn't be able to return.
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