Chapter 943

"Can we track the Divine Child's location using this communicator?" Xu Jingming mused.

"Not right now—the distance is too great."

Eva shook her head. "We'll have 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-Shattering Tower has a teleportation channel to the next."

The communicator's signal range is over two hundred kilometers; as long as our luck isn't terrible, we'll eventually encounter them."

Of course, Blood-Recovery Holy Pill is just one of several solutions.

If the Divine Child doesn't have it, we'll have to settle for seeking other heavenly treasures.

Also, we still don't know what kind of strength this Divine Child possesses.

My current combat power—A-Rank, Ninth Stage, Mid-Level—isn't reliable enough.

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

"Let's wait and see her condition after Teacher wakes up, then decide our next move."

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

The previous battle consumed about half of his ability energy; he needed to restore it again.

"Mmm~"

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

At first, her beautiful eyes held a hint of drowsy confusion.

But the next moment, she suddenly remembered being ambushed by that Tianming Sect Ninth Stage, Mid-Level cultivator!

Crackling—

Blue Lei Guang surged as Su Qingli instinctively activated her ability while sitting up on the bed.

Lightning-type S-Rank Ability, Yuqing Shenlei, swirled around her body—but its power was pitifully weak.

"My ability..." Su Qingli's expression turned stunned.

She quickly sensed carefully—and discovered not only her ability, but even her own body felt weak and drained.

"Teacher, you're awake?"

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

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

"Jingming, what's my condition now?"

"You were struck by that Ninth Stage, Mid-Level Martial Saint's Hatred Blood Spike—severely wounded, on the brink of death.

I couldn't find a To Rank 9 Blood-Recovery Holy Pill among them; I only gave you the To Rank 8 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 Stage Ability User.

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

"Hatred Blood Spike?"

Su Qingli's expression changed slightly.

She had naturally heard of this vile SSS-Rank combat technique of the Tianming Sect.

That she had survived this long and awakened naturally clearly owed much to Xu Jingming's help.

Thinking of this, she spoke seriously:

"Thank you. Without you, I would've likely died this time. When we return, I'll..."

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

As for combat techniques, she had taught him everything she knew—even she now learned from him.

As for resources, the best she could offer was only SSS-Rank resources; she couldn't provide the higher SSR-Rank ones.

And SSS-Rank resources, Xu Jingming could obtain himself.

As for status, she had already decided to appoint Xu Jingming as the next Grandmaster of Lei Ting Martial Hall.

She couldn't use that as a reason to reward him either.

For a moment, this Ninth Stage, Law Saint of Lei Ting 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 Tianming Sect's target was me—you were merely caught in the crossfire.

If anyone owes compensation, it's me who owes you.

But that's for later. Right now, the most urgent thing is restoring your strength."

After a pause, Xu Jingming asked again: "How do you feel now?"

"My ability and physical strength are only at Second Stage. I feel an indescribable obstruction inside me, restricting my power.

Other than that, there are no other abnormalities."

Su Qingli frowned as she carefully sensed her condition.

Second Stage power was unquestionably cannon fodder in the Void-Shattering Tower.

"The To Rank 8 Blood-Recovery Pill can only restore you to this level. Only the To Rank 9 Blood-Recovery Holy Pill can fully restore you."

The holographic projection Eva spoke softly.

The Hatred Blood Spike is like a tumor.

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

When Su Qingli heard this, she fell into silence.

Blood Recovery Holy Pill, SSS-class healing resource.

It can not only heal injuries, but even restore indestructible matter! It can be called the second life of an adept!

Such a pill, even ninth-rank upper-tier experts would fight over—how could it possibly be obtained so easily?

And without restoring her strength, in the coming actions, she would only be a burden to Xu Jingming.

She might even be exploited by enemies using this weakness...

Thinking of this, Su Qingli seemed to make up her mind, looked at Xu Jingming, and spoke softly:

"The Blood Recovery Holy Pill isn't the only solution."

"My combat technique includes a method to extract the Thorns of Hatred, though it requires over a month."

"The opportunity in the Void-Piercing Tower is crucial—Jingming, you go ahead to the next level; I'll catch up later."

Su Qingli's voice was ethereal and melodious; even wounded, her aura fallen to second-rank, her tone carried a faint authority.

"A combat technique to extract the Thorns of Hatred? How come I never knew about it?"

Xu Jingming said with a strange expression, "Teacher, you're not just making up an excuse to avoid dragging me down, are you?"

The excuse was too clumsy—he saw through it at a glance.

Seeing her excuse exposed, Su Qingli's fair face instantly flushed with a shy pink.

Yet she still insisted: "I have so many combat techniques—how could you possibly know them all?"

"I say there's a solution, and there is—you go to the next level. I'll catch up."

As the head of Lei Ting Martial Hall and Xu Jingming's teacher, Su Qingli naturally refused to become a burden.

"That won't do."

Xu Jingming shook his head, "Even if you're merely wounded down to second-rank, even if you become an ordinary person or a corpse, I'll still carry you with me."

"Huh? Don't forget, I'm still your teacher—you have to listen to me!"

Su Qingli frowned, let out a soft huff, feigning anger.

"Teacher?"

Xu Jingming grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth:

"Su Teacher, don't forget you're only second-rank now. If I want, I can knock you out and carry you off anytime—even if you restored your full strength, it'd be the same."

Looking at Xu Jingming standing beside her bed—tall, his aura powerful—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 Xu Jingming an irritated glare, crossed her arms, then turned away, refusing to look at him again.

Domineering!

Absolutely domineering!

After becoming a ninth-rank Law Saint for so many years, this was the first time she'd been treated this way.

Especially since Xu Jingming was her student.

Yet despite her anger, Xu Jingming's actions undeniably gave her a profound sense of security...