Chapter 71: Wait, Is She Blind? Can

Shenyue Peak!

At this moment, Lu Yaoyao was repeatedly listening to the voice inside the letter-crane and scribbling on paper.

“Tap-tap-tap…”

She thought this might be Zhou Qing sending her a secret code—and also a test; if she cracked it, perhaps they could become friends.

“Are you really not hearing it, or just pretending? That’s clearly the sound of that stupid rooster pecking at food—he’s mocking you!”

Just then, Li Daoxuan and He Han came up from behind, unable to hold back any longer.

“I know,” Lu Yaoyao continued listening intently. “I’m just bored. What if it’s real?”

The two exchanged helpless smiles.

After all, how could they not know that the junior sister was trying to add Zhou Qing to her friend list?

Fortunately, that kid was still sensible enough—but who knew the Master would give her something as valuable as the letter-crane?

That was meant for emergencies, to save lives—its flight range was extraordinary.

Still, they had to tell the junior sister about today’s incident, even though they didn’t want to—it was a warning.

At that moment, Li Daoxuan signaled to He Han, who reluctantly sat aside and said, “Uh, Zhou Qing was attacked again—severely wounded.”

Lu Yaoyao’s hand froze mid-scribble as she whirled around.

Li Daoxuan’s face was grim. “The message from Xiaoling Peak says the enemy’s method is extremely strange—once pierced, even a needle-sized wound will bleed continuously, impossible to stop.”

“So the Master has warned all disciples who participated in the search mission: no matter the reason, if bleeding won’t stop, never stay alone or try to heal yourself—that’s extremely dangerous. You must find someone immediately for help, or you might collapse in some corner and everyone will think you’re in seclusion.”

He Han nodded vigorously. “Exactly. If treatment isn’t timely, your corpse could rot before anyone notices. Zhou Qing did well this time—he sought help from Yan Xiao Hu right away…”

“How is he?” Lu Yaoyao interrupted anxiously.

The two shook their heads. “We don’t know yet—the Master and the Elders are already searching for him… Hey, wait! Come with us!”

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Xiaoling Peak!

Zhou Qing sat outside the courtyard, greedily soaking in the sunlight, occasionally blocking it with his intact right hand—each time, he felt a little more grounded.

Confirmed—he wasn’t dreaming. His hand was still there!

Beside him, Yan Xiao Hu looked embarrassed, then filled with admiration. “No wonder the Master’s the Master—he not only stopped the bleeding, he saved your hand too. I still can’t believe how he did it. Was that just to scare me?”

At this moment, Zhou Qing felt a lingering chill of dread.

He fully believed the Master had truly intended to chop off his hand—at least the bleeding index finger would’ve been severed entirely.

If he wasn’t mistaken, just as the Master moved, half his blood had already drained out—so the bleeding was stopped just in time. If it had continued even a moment longer, his hand would’ve been gone.

Thinking of it, Zhou Qing felt a cold shiver run down his spine.

He’d always thought Third Brother was unreliable—but now he saw it was the master who set the bad example.

But—

Zhou Qing licked his lips. There was still a faint, lingering fragrance.

Moreover, his blood, mingling with spiritual power, flowed through his meridians, constantly stimulating his body’s hematopoietic function, accelerating blood regeneration—and not just healing, but subtle strengthening too.

“It’s Blood Source Pill!”

Quickly, Zhou Qing guessed the truth—and felt profound gratitude.

That was a high-grade elixir. He’d once seen its description in the Exchange Hall—each pill cost at least thirty mid-grade spirit stones.

What a mess this had become!

Watching Zhou Qing remain silent, his head drenched in cold sweat, Yan Xiao Hu gritted his teeth and turned inside.

Soon, he emerged holding a slender root, no thicker than a needle.

“Fourth Brother, don’t blame me for giving you bad advice—I didn’t know how dangerous it was. I was terrified. I know you’re angry. Here—consider this compensation!”

Yan Xiao Hu offered the root with a sheepish smile.

Zhou Qing stared at the root—long, slender, resilient, winding outward, its surface bearing natural, mysterious veins.

A potent aura of life surged toward him, laced with a faint medicinal fragrance—rich, deep, and enduring.

Just inhaling once made him feel refreshed and clear-headed; his dizziness eased noticeably.

“Third Brother, what is this?”

Hearing Zhou Qing call him “Third Brother” again, Yan Xiao Hu exhaled in relief—and reluctantly explained, “A tiny fragment of a ten-thousand-year Blood Ginseng. It holds incredible vitality. Eat it, and you’ll be fully restored within two hours.”

“Ten-thousand-year Blood Ginseng?” Zhou Qing’s face filled with shock.

Yan Xiao Hu hurried on, “Don’t look at me like that—I don’t have anything like this. A whole ten-thousand-year Blood Ginseng? Even if we sold the entire Taiqingmen, we couldn’t afford one. I just happened to find a couple of these roots. Remember—chew slowly!”

Looking at such a precious root, Zhou Qing was deeply moved.

“Thank you, Third Brother!”

He placed it in his mouth and began chewing slowly, as a torrent of life essence flooded through him.

As he swallowed it, he clearly felt his blood regeneration accelerate further.

“Zhou Brother! Zhou Brother!”

At that moment, Lu Yaoyao rushed in from outside, frantic.

She shoved open the half-closed courtyard gate and dashed inside.

The two men outside stared at each other.

Yan Xiao Hu blinked, then pointed inside.

“Wait, is she blind? Two living people are sitting right at the gate and she doesn’t see them?”

Zhou Qing couldn’t help smiling.

Soon, Lu Yaoyao ran back out and immediately turned to Yan Xiao Hu.

“Third Brother Yan, where’s Zhou Brother? Did he go back? How is he now?” Lu Yaoyao fired off three questions in rapid succession, anxious.

Yan Xiao Hu looked at Lu Yaoyao and sighed.

What a waste of such beauty—especially those big eyes.

“Lu Sister, I know you’re worried, but you don’t have to be this blind—I’m sitting on the right side of the gate basking in the sun, you see me. He’s sitting on the left, and you don’t see him?”

Yan Xiao Hu pointed beside him.

Lu Yaoyao turned her head—and there, pale-faced, sat Zhou Qing.

She froze.

But just moments ago, when she ran in, she’d seen only Yan Brother sitting there.

She didn’t have time to think further—she hurried over.

“Zhou Brother, are you alright?” Lu Yaoyao stared at his weak breath and near-colorless face, her heart aching.

【Heart Mirror +6】

The note above her head, originally 【So Amazing】, instantly changed to 【So Heartbreaking】!

Seeing her genuine expression and the note above her head, Zhou Qing felt a warm glow in his chest.

“I’m fine. I’ve taken medicine—I’ll be alright soon. Don’t worry.”

Lu Yaoyao didn’t believe him. She immediately placed her hand on his pulse.

Indeed—besides severe physical weakness, a vigorous essence was rapidly nourishing him.

“What happened? Why do their retaliations keep coming one after another?!” Lu Yaoyao’s face burned with fury.

(End of Chapter)