Chapter 620: Advanced Ward

Although the battle report indicated some setbacks in the expedition to Red Sand Oasis, Wei Yuan was not particularly worried.

Xu Yi was an exceptionally intelligent woman who had nearly witnessed every war since Qingming's founding, her combat experience unmatched by few.

Her own cultivation had nearly reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, and she was now refining her spiritual essence, capable of effortlessly managing eight missions and advancing toward sixteen.

Behind them, Cui Yu led reinforcements; his own Law Form possessed formidable real-world combat strength—twelve Heavenly Soldiers charging together could force even an opponent one realm higher to flee in panic.

Moreover, he was now the leading figure among the younger generation of the Ji-Zhao-Cui clan. After Cui Cui Tianlin's last setback, his Dao heart had yet to recover, while Cui Yu had already achieved his Law Form, so the Cui clan held him in high esteem, bestowing upon him three top-tier magic treasures: two for survival, one for offense.

Cui Yu also commanded a full ten thousand elite troops, including two thousand Long Yi iron cavalry, and carried ample military rations—if he still couldn't win under these conditions, he might as well quit.

In truth, Cui Yu's leadership was exceptionally strong, even slightly surpassing Li Zhi's. That was why Wei Yuan trusted him to handle matters independently.

Cui Yu had already led his forces forward to link up; it should pose no problem.

The Red Sand battlefield lay far away, and Wei Yuan's Dao Base Law Form warriors could not stray too far from their bodies, so he let them act on their own.

Bao Yun also suggested waiting first, to observe the battle's progression after Cui Yu and Xu Yi joined forces; by then, Wei Yuan should set out for the battlefield himself.

Seeing Bao Yun arrive, Sun Yu checked the time and said, "Take the second dose in six hours, the third in twelve. Stay in bed for these twelve hours—don't get up until you've rested fully. I've other patients to attend to; you two chat."

Saying this, Sun Yu left the ward, several beautiful female disciples following him.

Watching Wei Yuan lying motionless on the bed, Bao Yun approached, placing her hand on him.

Wei Yuan startled, quickly saying, "Master Yu has several spiritual senses hidden in the room—don't do anything reckless!"

"No need to worry." Bao Yun's third eye glowed faintly, a translucent veil descending around them, enveloping both in secrecy—her concealment technique, undetectable even by Sun Yu.

Wei Yuan helplessly said, "My poison hasn't cleared yet; my body is numb. That… I can't do anything."

Bao Yun smiled faintly, her hand slowly moving over him, asking, "What do you want to do?"

"I…"

Bao Yun leaned forward, her voice soft and honeyed: "What exactly do you want? Say it—I can't guess if you don't tell me."

Wei Yuan chuckled bitterly: "Stop teasing. Even if I said it, I couldn't do it."

"That's not certain…"

Wei Yuan's heart began pounding wildly, even Sun Yu's poison momentarily losing its effect.

Bao Yun's hand moved to increasingly tense positions, whispering softly: "Since you always insist on risking your life, perhaps some burdensome things are better removed. Let me clear all your troubles first—then you can focus entirely on purity. What do you say?"

Wei Yuan finally understood what she intended, immediately saying, "Next time something like this happens, I'll consult you first!"

Bao Yun's face finally broke into a smile: "You don't need to consult me—just tell me. I already said before: I don't want to be the last to know about your affairs."

Wei Yuan instantly said, "I swear—"

Bao Yun pressed her hand over his mouth: "No need for oaths. Just don't forget what you've said."

"Don't worry, I won't forget." "Alright, I'll stop tormenting you then." Bao Yun smiled lightly and slowly withdrew her hand.

Wei Yuan exhaled in relief, yet felt a faint sense of loss.

Meanwhile, in a quiet chamber of the clinic, Sun Yu gazed at a human-shaped image before him, several female disciples gathered around, listening intently.

"This array precisely monitors vital signs of patients in the Celestial Ward and presents them in their most primal form. It demands high comprehension and prolonged, diligent practice to accurately grasp critical conditions. For example…"

Before Sun Yu finished speaking, the human image reacted—its chest instantly turned red, indicating a frantic acceleration of heartbeat.

Then its entire body shifted from pale blue to yellowish-red, the color representing body temperature—the redder, the higher the heat.

The female disciples stared at the red areas, their expressions subtly strange.

Sun Yu snorted inwardly: "You think your barrier hides everything from me? You didn't expect me to have this trick, did you? Hmph—I knew you didn't want me watching, so something's amiss!"

Hmm… should I brew a few batches of high-grade Spirit Pills to nourish the fetus and calm the spirit and send them to Cousin Bao? I'll need to consult Xu Henshui about this…

Sun Yu had barely explained a few sentences when the human image's colors rapidly faded, returning to normal. One young female disciple, naturally beautiful but lacking mental discipline, covered her mouth in shock: "... so fast?"

All the disciples exchanged strange glances—apparently, the Lord of the Realm truly had a hidden ailment; the "Three Shots" nickname wasn't baseless rumor.

!

Sun Yu was also stunned, thinking inwardly: "No wonder people always mention 'Three Shots.' I thought it was just gossip. Clearly, I must delay the fetal nourishment pills—I need to brew a batch of Golden Spear Divine Pills first."

Hmm… this newly developed formula is quite potent—I wouldn't dare take it myself, but giving it to him should be fine. I need a good name… Zhu Que Li Huo Hong Lian Gan Dan? That's decent—but should I use 'Hong Lian Gan' or 'Duan' for more vividness?

Wei Yuan, of course, knew nothing of the clinic's hidden function. Bao Yun lifted her barrier, bid Wei Yuan farewell, and departed to prepare food, planning to return later with a meal.

With the barrier gone, Sun Yu, through his reserved spiritual senses, sensed everything within the ward—seeing their clothes neatly arranged, he became even more determined to brew the pills.

In such a short time, even their clothes were back on—how long could the actual deed have taken? Barely a flick of the wrist?

Sun Yu was about to continue observing when, after Bao Yun left, the door opened and Zhang Sheng entered.

For some reason, Sun Yu instinctively sensed danger and immediately concealed all his reserved spiritual senses, becoming silent, motionless, blind, and deaf.

Zhang Sheng approached Wei Yuan's bed, glanced at him, and said, "Why not chat longer with Little Bao?"

Before Wei Yuan could think of a reply, Zhang Sheng's hair ribbon shattered, her bound hair flying loose, and the entire room filled with swirling sword qi!

Several faint, inconspicuous Primordial Spirit traces, hidden in corners, were stirred by the sword qi and flew out—but they had no time to escape, instantly shredded to dust by the blade energy.

In the quiet chamber, Sun Yu grunted, a trickle of blood flowing from his nose.

The female disciples were stunned, wondering what their teacher had thought of to make him bleed from the nose.

Sun Yu remained calm, channeling Dao power to draw the blood back inside, then spoke as if nothing had happened: "A patient's condition can change in an instant—if you miss it, what then? No need to panic; our array can replay all images from the past twelve hours…"

Sun Yu's mind throbbed with pain, but he forced himself to appear calm, clinging to the Taichu Palace disciples' stubborn pride. Internally, he was terrified—every one of his reserved spiritual senses had been utterly destroyed by the sword qi. Zhang Sheng's Dao Base had been shattered, her cultivation scattered and reset—how could she now be even more terrifying than before?

In the ward, Wei Yuan asked in alarm: "What happened?"

Zhang Sheng herself looked puzzled—the sword qi had automatically retracted, leaving no visible trace except faint, nearly imperceptible cracks in a few inconspicuous corners.

She mused aloud: "Probably your Master Sun did something righteous again, leaving behind lingering resentful spirits. These filth sensed ill intent toward me, revealed themselves—and my sword qi automatically destroyed them."

(End of Chapter)