Chapter 69: What, Got Pricked by a Needle?

Pfft…

Before Zhou Qing could react, the blood from his fingertip began spurting out with a hissing sound.

It even makes noise!

Thinking of the earlier introduction, Zhou Qing let out a scream.

“Help—!”

He immediately scrambled to run out, for he was losing half his blood and didn’t know if he could hold on.

If he passed out at home, no one would even know.

But as he stepped outside, he remembered something and hurriedly pressed his hand over the wound—yet the blood still sprayed out.

The wound was so small, it didn’t widen.

It seemed the bleeding rate was tied to the wound caused by the broken sword, though the outcome remained the same.

One was slow, the other a massive hemorrhage.

“Spiritual power can’t stop the bleeding—it’s real? This is insane!”

After confirming he couldn’t stop the bleeding, Zhou Qing grew even more panicked.

He rushed toward his third senior brother’s quarters.

“Third senior brother! Third senior brother, open up! I know you’re in there, hurry up and open!” Zhou Qing pounded loudly on the door.

Soon, a thud came from inside, followed by Yan Xiao stumbling out as he opened the door.

Yan Xiao, with dark circles under his eyes, stared at Zhou Qing, utterly exasperated.

“Fourth, what’s with this early-morning racket? After the attack yesterday, I was terrified until late at night, just finally fell asleep, and now you’re banging on my door? Yeah, I admit I knocked on yours a few times in the morning, but this is payback? You’re not that petty…”

Zhou Qing grabbed Yan Xiao’s arm, his lips pale: “Senior brother, save me.”

At those words, Yan Xiao snapped awake, yanking Zhou Qing behind him, drawing his great blade, and scanning the outside with full alertness.

“They’re back already? Following me all the way here? You really think I, the Blade Tyrant Yan Xiao, am that easy to underestimate? Come out! I see you! Sneaking around like a coward—what kind of hero are you? I’m right here! Come fight me one-on-one—!”

Yan Xiao bellowed loudly.

“Fourth, I’ve scared him off—quick, send a message to Master!”

“Senior brother, no one’s chasing me! Wait—someone was chasing me, but he ran off! Look!”

Zhou Qing interrupted anxiously and quickly extended his fingertip for him to see.

Hearing the attacker had fled, Yan Xiao finally relaxed, then blinked at the finger spurting blood before him.

“What, got pricked by a needle?” Yan Xiao asked.

Zhou Qing shook his head frantically: “No, I can’t stop the bleeding. You can’t help anyway—I’m just asking, if I pass out or something happens later, stay by me and watch over me.”

Hearing this, Yan Xiao burst into laughter.

He leaned forward to inspect it closer, but accidentally got blood splashed on his face—he recoiled and wiped it off.

“This is like a tiny knife stabbing your ass—never seen anything like it! Fourth, when did you get so delicate? Just stop the bleeding on such a tiny wound!”

Yan Xiao immediately pulled out bandages from his storage pouch and wrapped them around Zhou Qing’s finger—but the blood quickly seeped through.

“Huh?” Yan Xiao froze, tightened the wrapping speed—but it turned red again in an instant.

“I don’t believe this!” Yan Xiao wrapped even faster, racing against the bleeding.

As the finger swelled into a wasp’s nest of bandages, Yan Xiao panted heavily—Zhou Qing quickly stopped him.

His heartbeat had accelerated, cold sweat poured down his body, and severe anemia symptoms had set in.

“Third senior brother, stop wasting effort—just keep an eye on me later.”

Zhou Qing, pale-faced, finished speaking and walked straight into the room, collapsing onto the bed, dizzy and blurred.

Watching Yan Xiao, bewildered, follow him in, Zhou Qing weakly said: “Third senior brother, though your room’s a mess, blood everywhere’s worse—bring me a basin to catch it.”

Zhou Qing removed the bandages from his hand.

Yan Xiao stepped forward, clucking his tongue, staring at the still-bleeding finger, frowning, then pulled out two Hemostasis Pills.

“Swallow them—I still don’t believe it!”

Zhou Qing shook his head, lips white: “Senior brother, useless. Please hurry and get me something to replenish blood.”

“No excuses, just swallow them! This bleeding can’t go on!”

Yan Xiao pried open Zhou Qing’s mouth and forced both pills down.

“Relax, these Hemostasis Pills are top-grade—five breaths at most, no, three breaths, you’ll see results. Just watch. But you’ll pay later—I bought them, after all. I’ll give you a fifty percent discount!”

Yan Xiao rubbed his hands awkwardly.

One hour later!

Yan Xiao sat on a stool, staring at the still-bleeding finger, utterly stunned.

Especially the copper basin beneath—it was nearly full.

“What… such a tiny wound… how… this is impossible. Fourth, Fourth, can you hear me?”

Yan Xiao gently shook Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing’s face was paper-white, his breath faint—he was half-unconscious.

“No good—I need Master. If this continues, Fourth will bleed to death!”

Yan Xiao finally panicked and sent a message to Mo Xingjian.

“Fourth, don’t worry, Master’s coming soon—hold on!” Yan Xiao hurriedly reassured him.

He cursed the attacker’s ancestors repeatedly: What kind of thing pierced him? Why won’t it stop?

But as time passed, Mo Xingjian never came.

He pulled out his identity token again, checked the message he’d sent: [Master, Fourth’s finger got pricked—it won’t stop bleeding. Come quick!]

No error… Is Master busy? Or didn’t see it?

He gritted his teeth, swapped the basin, activated the courtyard’s formation barrier, and rushed straight to Mo Xingjian’s residence.

Soon after, Yan Xiao arrived, carrying Mo Xingjian, who was still struggling.

“Third, I told you I’m busy! Can’t you two ever let me have some peace?”

“I’ll tell you quietly—the Sect Master has already sent people to secretly guard you two. No reports received—meaning no one attacked you at all.”

“Put me down. You two are driving me crazy every day. It’s just a tiny puncture—how big a deal is it? Just stop the bleeding!”

…………

When Mo Xingjian saw Zhou Qing lying on the bed, he froze in place.

Zhou Qing’s face was as white as paper, no color at all, eyes tightly shut, pupils fluttering beneath his eyelids as if enduring immense pain.

His body lay utterly still, only the faint rise and fall of his chest proving he still lived.

One finger hung outside, still bleeding, with a copper basin placed neatly beneath it.

No—there was another basin beside it, nearly full. The room reeked of stinking feet and thick, cloying blood.

“What the hell, why aren’t you stopping the bleeding?!”

Mo Xingjian shouted, immediately trying to halt the bleeding.

Yan Xiao opened his mouth but couldn’t find words to explain.

Soon, master and disciple sat silently before the bed, staring at the still-bleeding finger, both wordless.

(End of Chapter)