Chapter 943

“Can we track the Godchild’s location using this communicator?” Xu Jingming mused.

“Not right now—the distance is too great.”

Eva shook her head. “We’ll need to wait until they enter the communicator’s range before we can pinpoint them.”

“Understood.”

Xu Jingming’s gaze flickered. “Each level of the Void-Piercing Tower has a teleportation channel leading to the next.”

“The communicator’s signal range is over two hundred kilometers. As long as our luck isn’t terrible, we’ll eventually run into them.”

Of course, the Blood-Recovery Holy Pill was just one possible solution.

If the Godchild doesn’t have one, we’ll have to settle for other celestial treasures.

Also, we still don’t know what kind of strength this Godchild possesses.

My current combat power—A-rank, Ninth Tier Mid—isn’t reliable enough.

I still need to keep hunting beasts and harvesting ability points.

“Let’s wait and see how Teacher’s condition is after she wakes up, then decide our next move.”

Xu Jingming closed his eyes and silently activated his Ability Training Method.

The previous battle had consumed about half his ability energy—he needed to restore it.

“Mmm~”

Over an hour later, accompanied by a soft murmur, Su Qingli slowly awoke from sleep.

At first, her beautiful eyes held a dazed, sleep-tinged haze.

But the next instant, she suddenly remembered being ambushed by that Ninth Tier Mid Heavenly Fate Cult sect member!

Crackling—

Blue lightning surged as Su Qingli instinctively activated her ability, sitting upright on the bed.

Jade Clear Divine Thunder, her S-rank Lightning ability, swirled around her body—but its power was pitifully weak.

“My ability...” Su Qingli’s expression turned stunned.

She quickly sensed deeper—and discovered not only her ability, but her very body, was filled with profound weakness.

“Teacher, you’re awake?”

Xu Jingming, sensing the movement, ended his cultivation and stepped to Su Qingli’s bedside.

Seeing Xu Jingming, Su Qingli realized the battle was over and exhaled in relief, then asked with confusion:

“Jingming, what’s my condition now?”

“You were struck by that Ninth Tier Mid Martial Saint’s Hatred Blood Spike—severely wounded, on the brink of death.

I couldn’t find a Grade Nine Blood-Recovery Holy Pill among them, so I gave you a Grade Eight Blood-Recovery Pill.”

Xu Jingming explained.

At the same time, his spiritual force surged out to sense Su Qingli’s condition.

Her aura was now faint—even weaker than a Second-Tier Ability User.

But it had stabilized, at least, and was no longer declining.

“Hatred Blood Spike?”

Su Qingli’s expression changed slightly.

She had, of course, heard of this vile SSS-rank technique of the Heavenly Fate Cult.

That she had survived—and awakened naturally—clearly owed much to Xu Jingming’s help.

Thinking of this, she spoke seriously:

“Thank you. Without you, I’d likely have died this time. When we return...”

Su Qingli had intended to offer a reward, but the words stuck in her throat.

As for techniques, she’d taught him everything she could—she even learned from him now.

As for resources, the best she could give were SSS-rank materials—and she couldn’t offer SSR-rank.

But Xu Jingming could obtain SSS-rank materials himself.

As for status, she had already decided to appoint him as the next Grandmaster of Thunder Martial Hall.

She couldn’t use that as leverage either.

For a moment, this Ninth Tier Law Saint of Thunder Martial Hall didn’t know what to give Xu Jingming...

“I don’t need any reward.”

Xu Jingming shook his head. “This time, I dragged you into danger.

The Heavenly Fate Cult’s target was me—you were merely caught in the crossfire.

If anyone owes compensation, it’s me to you.

But that’s for later. Right now, the priority is restoring your strength.”

He paused, then asked: “How do you feel now?”

“My ability and physical strength are only at Second-Tier level. I feel an indescribable obstruction inside me, restricting my power.

Other than that, there are no other abnormalities.”

Su Qingli frowned after carefully sensing herself.

Second-Tier power was utterly negligible in the Void-Piercing Tower—mere cannon fodder.

“The Grade Eight Blood-Recovery Pill can only restore you to this level. Only the Grade Nine Blood-Recovery Holy Pill can fully restore you.”

The holographic projection Eva spoke softly.

The Hatred Blood Spike was like a tumor.

As long as it remained inside Su Qingli, it would continuously drain her blood and spiritual energy, preventing her from recovering to peak condition.

Hearing this, Su Qingli fell silent.

The Blood-Recovery Holy Pill—a healing SSS-rank resource.

It could not only heal wounds, but even restore indestructible matter—it was essentially an Ability User’s second life!

Such a pill was fiercely contested even by Ninth Tier Upper experts—how could it possibly be obtained so easily?

Without restoring her strength, she’d become a burden to Xu Jingming in the coming actions.

Worse, enemies might exploit this weakness as a vulnerability...

Thinking of this, Su Qingli seemed to make a decision. She looked at Xu Jingming and spoke softly:

“The Blood-Recovery Holy Pill isn’t the only solution.

My cultivation techniques include a method to extract the Hatred Blood Spike—it just takes over a month.

The Void-Piercing Tower’s opportunities are vital. You go ahead to the next level—I’ll catch up later.”

Su Qingli’s voice was ethereal and melodious—even wounded, her aura reduced to Second-Tier, her tone carried a quiet authority.

“A technique to extract the Hatred Blood Spike? How come I’ve never heard of it?”

Xu Jingming gave her a strange look. “Teacher, you’re not just making up an excuse to avoid dragging me down, are you?”

The excuse was too transparent—he saw through it instantly.

Caught out, Su Qingli’s fair face flushed with a shy pink.

Still, she insisted: “I have so many techniques—I can’t possibly have taught you all of them.

I say there’s a solution, and there is. Just go ahead to the next level. I’ll catch up.”

As Grandmaster of Thunder Martial Hall and Xu Jingming’s teacher, Su Qingli refused to become a burden.

“No way.”

Xu Jingming shook his head. “Even if you’re only severely injured to the Second-Tier, even if you become an ordinary person or a corpse, I’m still carrying you.”

“Huh? Don’t forget—I’m still your teacher! You have to listen to me!”

Su Qingli frowned, pouted, feigning anger.

“Teacher?”

Xu Jingming grinned, revealing a row of bright white teeth:

“Teacher Su, don’t forget—you’re only Second-Tier now. If I want, I can knock you out and carry you off anytime—even if you were at full strength.”

Looking at Xu Jingming—tall, imposing, aura strong—standing beside her bed, Su Qingli was momentarily speechless.

Xu Jingming was right. Even if she refused, he had many ways to forcibly take her with him.

“Fine. Since you don’t believe me, then do it your way.”

Su Qingli shot him an irritated glance, crossed her arms, and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Domineering!

Utterly domineering!

In all her years as a Ninth Tier Law Saint, she had never been treated this way before.

Especially since Xu Jingming was her student.

Yet despite her anger, this act of his filled her with an immense sense of security...