Prince Long Qing was the most promising figure in the younger generation of Haotian Taoism. He was the Priest of the Judicial Department and the brilliant and beautiful son of god who attracted women and fools to Haotian Taoism. However, his body and spirit were destroyed by an arrow in the Tianqi Mountains.
Ning Que's arrow had caused the West-Hill Divine Palace to lose a future Great Divine Priest of Judgment or even an even more important figure and future. How could the Divine Hall not be furious? How could the Great Divine Priest of Judgment let go of Ning Que?
Even if the West-Hill Divine Palace would not kill him directly for the sake of the Headmaster of the Academy and the Headmaster of the Academy, they would definitely make him pay a heavy price. Ning Que shuddered every time he thought of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, who was such a terrifying bigwig, thinking of getting rid of him day and night. That was why he said those words to Ye Hongyu.
His original intention was to test how angry the Divine Hall would be. He did not expect that Ye Hongyu would directly promise that the Great Divine Priest of Judgment would not make trouble for him. This answer made him a little confused. If there had always been some hidden competition between the Tao Addict and Prince Long Qing, it would make sense that she did not care about Long Qing being deposed. But why did she promise that the Great Divine Priest of Judgment would not be angry because of this?
"Why?" He stared at Ye Hongyu in confusion.
Ye Hongyu did not answer his question. She looked down at the horrible bloody hole in her shoulder and looked annoyed. She asked, "How long do you need to heal me?"
Ning Que rummaged through his luggage for a suitable tool. He lowered his head and said, "It won't take long if it's to stop the bleeding and remove the rot. The key is that the old monk bit too hard. Also, that guy probably hasn't brushed his teeth in decades. He's very dirty. Who knows what kind of poison is in his saliva. Maybe I'll have to cut some meat off later. "
No one knew when Mo Shanshan had walked to their side. She looked at Ye Hongyu's wounds and frowned in sympathy. She felt disgusted by Ning Que's words.
Ye Hongyu did not react. She said calmly, "He has no teeth. I was bitten by him, so I can be sure."
Ning Que lowered his head and said, "Dirty and smelly saliva is also troublesome."
Mo Shanshan could not help but interrupt weakly, "Don't you two think it's disgusting to talk like that?"
Ning Que and Ye Hongyu raised their heads at the same time and looked at her as if they were looking at a pure and innocent rabbit. Then, they shook their heads at the same time. They both felt that girls like Mo Shanshan who had never experienced truly disgusting things were so blessed that it was infuriating.
Ye Hongyu continued to discuss with Ning Que, "Taoism is based on the power of light. You don't have to worry about the poison hiding in your muscles and bones and causing trouble in the future."
Ning Que took out the needle and thread, looked at her and said seriously, "Suturing the wound is the fastest. The problem is that the old monk has bitten off too much of your flesh. If you use this kind of sealing treatment, there may be two pits on your shoulders and arms in the future."
Ye Hongyu frowned slightly and said impatiently, "So what if I did?"
Ning Que shook his head and said while threading, "It doesn't look good to leave a hole. I thought you would care about this."
Ye Hongyu said scornfully, "Only those mortals care about this."
Ning Que looked down at the bloody hole on her shoulder and thought about where to start. He said casually, "You have such a good figure and like to wear cool red dresses. It always looks weird that there are two pits on your naked body. Even if you don't care about it, you have to think about the Divine Hall. You, the Tao Addict, are the spokesperson of the Divine Hall. It's good to be beautiful."
"From now on, I will wear a Taoist robe."
Ye Hongyu said. Then, after a moment of silence, she suddenly lifted a piece of flesh on the edge of the bloody hole on her shoulder and pressed it back. She asked in a low voice, "Will the pit … be smaller if I sew it like this?"
Who in the world would not love a beautiful girl? Even if she was the Tao Addict.
Ning Que did not notice the hidden meaning in her tone and naturally did not take this opportunity to mock her. His eyes were all attracted by her fingers and movements. His fingers that were holding the needle trembled slightly.
There were not many people in this world who could be so calm after being bitten by a ghost-like old monk. She could even turn the hanging flesh back as if it was not her own body.
Ning Que knew that she must have been in pain, but he did not see a trace of pain on her face. So he was shocked and even regretful. He had not met someone as ruthless as himself for a long time. Should he not care about anything else and kill her first when he met such a person?
"Sew it." Ye Hongyu said expressionlessly, "Don't go soft."
Ning Que could not help but sigh. He thought to himself that if he did not go soft, she would have been stabbed to death.
The thin needle pierced through the white and tender skin, passing through the scattered flesh, and then came back again, carrying the thread through the girl's delicate shoulder and sewing. Ye Hongyu watched quietly and did not cry out in pain, but her beautiful face became paler and paler.
Mo Shanshan squatted on the other side of Ye Hongyu and tightly pursed her thin lips. She frowned as she watched Ning Que raise and drop the needle in his hand. She subconsciously held Ye Hongyu's hand tightly and wanted to pass her strength to her so that she could hold on.
In the dark room of the Devil's Hall, the three most outstanding young people in the cultivation world had paid a terrible price to overthrow the most outstanding powerhouse of the previous generation. They squatted in the corner like three injured mice, healing each other, protecting each other and giving each other strength. It was as if they had long forgotten that they had fought each other in the fields.
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It was finally over. The two terrifying holes on Ye Hongyu's body were no longer bleeding. The filthy flesh had also been removed. Her face was abnormally pale, but her eyes were unusually bright. She had no intention of fainting to escape the pain.
Ning Que kept the needle and thread and happened to meet her bright eyes when he raised his head. He could not help but feel moved. He was very curious about how she had managed to forcefully rise up and successfully turn the situation around when she had been completely subdued by the old monk. At that time, he had been in that mysterious state and only knew the result but not the process.
Ye Hongyu knew what he wanted to ask when she saw his gaze. In fact, she was also very confused. What had Ning Que realized in that state? The sword marks on the stone wall were left by Mr. Ke. Could it be that this guy had been lucky enough to inherit Mr. Ke's Haoran Sword?
Both of them were confused and curious, but neither of them asked. That was because they were not sure if they could get the real answer from each other. They were even more unwilling to tell each other their own answers.
Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu leaned against the stone wall to rest. It would still take a long time for them to completely recover from their injuries and physical weakness. Ning Que's injuries were the lightest and he did not have much mental problems. He walked towards the field.
The mountain of corpses had long been turned into ruins by the impact of the aura. He walked in with difficulty and looked at the pile of ashes that the old monk had turned into. He shook his head in silence.
He did not know how to evaluate Lotus' 32 Petals, a peerless powerhouse who possessed both Taoism and Devil's powers. Thinking back to the time when this person could stand shoulder to shoulder with Youngest Uncle, he was one of the few people who stood in the world. Who knew how much light was waiting for him in front of him. However, this person's choice was so crazy and even unreasonable.
Standing beside the pile of ashes, Ning Que raised his eyes and looked around. He looked at the mottled sword marks on the stone wall and thought about how he had inherited Youngest Uncle's mantle. A sense of grandeur rose in his chest and abdomen. He wanted to expel the inexplicable feelings that he had after joining the Devil and the death of Lotus had brought to him.
At this moment, the inexplicable sadness that he had felt when he had just woken up surged into his body again. He subconsciously looked at a stone wall and for some reason, he felt a pang of sorrow. He did not know that the wall faced the south.
After a while, he shook his head to get rid of this inexplicable emotion. When he turned back to look at the pile of ashes on the ground, he had some other feelings, especially when he recalled the feelings and the incomprehensible fragmented information that the old monk had sent to him in the spiritual world before his death. He increasingly felt that the ashes on the ground were filled with a sense of pity.
"It has nothing to do with the grudges of the predecessors. No matter what, we were acquaintances, even though it was not a pleasant acquaintance. After all, you are a senior who once commanded the wind and rain in the world. You have to have a place to stay after your death. "
Ning Que searched among the broken bones around him and found an inconspicuous iron box. It was probably a relic of a powerhouse from the Devil's Doctrine. He opened the box and found that it was empty inside.
"This is quite suitable. Even though it is a little small, it can only contain a part of you."
He squatted beside the pile of ashes that Master Lotus had turned into and spread his hands. Then, he casually picked up a large piece of white leg bone and swept the ashes into the iron box. His actions were very casual, as if he was sweeping away rubbish.
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He had come to the depths of the Wilderness under the orders of his sect and waited for the right time for the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine to open. He wanted to enter to search for the Tomes of Arcane. However, who would have thought that he would not die after crossing swords and arrows, nor would he be able to stop the Stone Array Tactics? Instead, he had met an old monster in the Devil's Doctrine that everyone thought had died decades ago. He had heard countless shocking stories of the past and struggled in agony between life and death countless times. In the end, he had survived miserably.
As the most outstanding figure of the younger generation in the cultivation world, his mind was naturally unusually firm. However, after experiencing so many things, the three of them naturally had less desire to fight for the Tomes of Arcane.
Ning Que had inherited the mantle of Youngest Uncle. He was very satisfied to be able to bring the aura that had been away from home for a long time back to the Academy.
Ye Hongyu had been seriously injured both physically and mentally. She needed to find a place to rest and recuperate. She, who had come to the Wilderness under the orders of her master to seek defeat, had finally been completely defeated. Moreover, she had found the only chance to win through her own willpower and determination. She was also very satisfied to be able to obtain such rare and precious experience and feelings.
Mo Shanshan had cracked the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine and understood the array intent of the Great Blockage Formation. She had gained a lot. More importantly, she had finally bravely said those words to Ning Que before the shadow of death. Even though both she and Ning Que had forgotten about that moment, in fact, she was the one who was the most satisfied among the three.
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