Chapter 1627: This is just a flesh wound!

Speaking of this matter, Luo Jiuyou seemed to have her chatterbox opened all at once, and she kept gnashing her teeth and speaking nonstop at the side.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing said helplessly.

"Why don't you also kill its spirit pet?"

Ye Zhangqing truly feared he would anger him to the point of doing something bad; it felt like he was about to devour someone.

Upon hearing this, Luo Jiuyou gritted her teeth and said.

"I've already killed it before; I raise one of these damned things and kill another, but can its spirit pets compare to mine?"

"If I don't kill it, the anger in my heart cannot be quelled; I, Luo Jiuyou, swear to kill it in this lifetime."

The more Luo Jiuyou spoke, the angrier she became; seeing this, Ye Zhangqing sensibly chose to stay silent.

At this moment, Bai Hua Xianzi and the other girls also came over, forcibly pulling Ye Zhangqing to leave.

"Husband, let's find a place to treat your wounds."

"Huh???"

Looking at his wounds that had mostly healed on his body, Ye Zhangqing froze for a moment, wondering what wounds needed treatment.

"These are just superficial external injuries; I'm fine."

"No, we still need to treat them; otherwise, if they leave some hidden ailment, what then?"

"Huh???"

"With my cultivation, what hidden ailment could such a minor external injury possibly leave?"

But the girls gave Ye Zhangqing no chance to refuse, forcibly dragging him to find a clean spot.

They didn't care about the Gray Phosphor Realm cultivators who had just surrendered not far away.

At this moment, the girls saw nothing but Ye Zhangqing.

Taking out a recliner from the Space Ring, which had been specially brought for Ye Zhangqing, they firmly made him sit down; Bai Hua Xianzi first took out a Saint-level wound-healing pill and brought it to his lips, saying.

"Come, husband, eat it."

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing felt helpless; he had wanted to refuse, but under the girls' steadfast gazes, he ultimately swallowed the pill silently.

However, this wasn't over yet; as the pill entered his stomach, Qiu Baiyi voluntarily spoke up.

"Let me help husband regulate his breath."

"Hmm, then I'll trouble you, elder sister."

"What trouble? This is what I should do."

"I say there's no need for this, right?"

Listening to the girls' words, Ye Zhangqing weakly interjected, "I really only suffered a slight external injury; why do we need to regulate my breath?"

But as soon as his words fell, the girls' gazes all turned to him, saying without room for doubt.

"No, husband, you just went through a major battle; if we don't regulate it, your internal meridians are likely to develop problems."

"Huh???"

"Damn it, I have Emperor-level cultivation; are my meridians really that fragile? Damaged after just one battle?"

But the girls didn't care what Ye Zhangqing thought; after speaking, Qiu Baiyi directly moved in to help.

Using her own spiritual power to help Ye Zhangqing begin to regulate his meridians.

I thought that was about it, but the next second, the assassins of Yongye all stepped forward, earnestly inquiring about Ye Zhangqing's condition.

"Young man Zhangqing, come, this is Emperor-level bone-regenerating ointment; it can bring the dead back to life and regrow white bones."

"Look at your wound; I'll apply it for you."

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master even more directly took out a jar of Emperor-level bone-regenerating ointment; this stuff is absolutely a healing spiritual medicine.

Although it's not a pill, its price is by no means low, especially for treating external injuries.

Put it this way, Emperor-level bone-regenerating ointment can directly erase the myriad spiritual power and laws present at your wound, extremely quickly accelerating wound recovery.

Merely looking at his hand, where the wound was almost healed, leaving only a red line of blood, Ye Zhangqing fell silent.

"Can this even be called a wound?" He glanced oddly at the Vermilion Bird Hall Master.

"Senior, this isn't needed; my wound has already healed."

Ye Zhangqing spoke the truth; indeed it had already healed, but upon hearing this, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master shook his head and said.

"How could it have healed? Look at how deep this wound is; you must apply some medicine."

"Huh???"

"Damn, this is called a deep wound? Where is there any wound at all?"

But the Vermilion Bird Hall Master paid no attention to these remarks, already self-consciously applying medicine to Ye Zhangqing.

And the others, seeing this, were equally eager, each showing extreme concern for Ye Zhangqing.

The feeling was as if Ye Zhangqing had lost a single hair, requiring the use of Emperor-level healing holy medicine to treat it.

Even a bit of skin peeling on his hand was considered a serious injury threatening his life.

Watching the crowd line up to treat Ye Zhangqing's wounds, the many honest cultivators of the Gray Phosphor Realm not far away were all dumbfounded.

They had lived so many years and had never seen such a thing.

"Is breaking a bit of skin also called a serious injury? And still there's a worry about one's life?"

"Besides, those wounds have already healed; why are you still applying medicine?"

"Most importantly, the pills and such that everyone gave Ye Zhangqing are all of high grade; the lowest among them are Saint-level."

"Given Ye Zhangqing's injury, if left alone, it would heal on its own in at most half a day."

"But now we have Saint-level pills and Emperor-level ointments; damn it, it's as if we're trying to save a corpse."

"With so many wound-healing pills, even a corpse could probably be revived."

The Gray Phosphor Realm cultivators completely failed to understand; what on earth are they doing?

Isn't this over the top? Even if Ye Zhangqing himself refuses, it doesn't help.

Everyone ignores him completely; they just say his injuries are serious, he needs proper treatment, can't be careless— that sort of talk.

Who knows, they even thought Ye Zhangqing had been beaten half-dead by Ji Minghuang.

Not only that, around Ye Zhangqing, Qiu Baiyi, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and other Emperor Sovereign experts queued up to adjust his body.

Emperor Sovereign experts personally stepped in to adjust his body, and they did it bit by bit, extremely meticulous and careful adjustment.

Even when it was the Vermilion Bird Hall Master's turn, this guy actually said a line.

"Zhangqing, your pore here seems not very smooth; let me help you soothe it."

Huh???

Upon hearing this, the Grey Phosphor Realm cultivators nearby all felt their scalps go numb.

They've heard of adjusting meridians, of clearing meridians, but clearing pores? That's going too far, damn it.

What's the big deal about a clogged pore? Just flush it with your own Línglì.

Is it necessary to have an Emperor Sovereign expert personally step in?

Besides, hearing that makes it seem like there's no problem, yet you insist on creating problems.

The Grey Phosphor Realm cultivators have never experienced anything like this; they can only stare dumbfounded as Ye Zhangqing, surrounded by everyone, enjoys emperor-like service.

With so many Emperor Sovereign experts attending to him so meticulously, just who is this guy?

The Grey Phosphor Realm cultivators are full of doubts; this treatment is simply unmatched.

Even the Nether Clan Old Ancestor's soul avatar beside him couldn't help but speak up to Luo Jiuyou nearby.

"Who is this kid? A heavenly pride of Yongye? He doesn't look like that."

All the mighty ones of Yongye have gone crazy.

Hearing that, Luo Jiuyou shook his head and said.

"Old Ancestor, Zhangqing is not from Yongye; he is an Elder of the Dao Yi Shengdi."

"Elder?"