Chapter 469: Too Generous

After the electric dragon in the dantian was scattered, the ghost fire in the Ghost Fire Well went out.

At this, Song Weimin and his group all breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Although almost all of the ghost fire gushing from the well had sunk into Hua Changxi's body, a small amount had still leaked into the tower. They were already severely injured, and after taking the elixirs, they had only temporarily suppressed the wounds.

If the ghost fire continued to attack them, it would undoubtedly add injury to injury.

"Senior Gongshu, will our Hall Master be alright?"

As soon as Fang Zhuyue could move, he immediately crowded over beside Gongshu Xingyan and Song Weimin.

He had realized in the ghost tribe prison that Gongshu Xingyan was no ordinary person and knew many things that they didn't.

And the name of Magistrate Song Weimin of Nanxiang County was something he had already heard of before the spiritual energy resurgence was made public.

One was a suspected powerful expert, the other was a good official who pleaded for the people—they instinctively drew people closer.

Gongshu Xingyan looked at Hua Changxi at the well mouth, whose breath had stabilized and whose body was enveloped in a soft, gauze-like halo, with shock still lingering deep in his eyes.

It did not surprise him that Hua Changxi could refine heavenly thunder and control thunder fire.

Geniuses—there were plenty who obtained great opportunities at the brink of life and death.

But!!!

That she could control ghost fire while also mastering Nanming Lihuo and thunder fire—that made him find it hard to believe.

You have to understand, whether it was Nanming Lihuo versus ghost fire, or thunder fire versus ghost fire, they were mutually restrictive and could not coexist.

Yet here with Hua Changxi, the three types of flame coexisted harmoniously.

However, looking at Fang Zhuyue and the other Zhuque troops, Gongshu Xingyan no longer found it so strange.

This was the Hall Master of Lingguang Hall!

Gongshu Xingyan looked again at the unconscious Hua Changxi—this person had definitely obtained the true Zhuque inheritance, a genuine Zhuque heir!

And the Zhuque could command all flames!

"Don't worry, she won't die."

Not only would she not die, but her injuries would recover faster than theirs.

Gongshu Xingyan stroked his chin, his eyes full of envy and longing. Truly, being a Four Spirits heir even came with the innate ability to automatically heal injuries—how infuriating to compare people!

After hearing the affirmative reply, Fang Zhuyue's expression relaxed. Then he saw Song Weimin looking sadly at Jingsheng, who lay motionless at the well mouth.

After absorbing the soul force and the blood energy from the Zhurong Stone, and taking healing spirit herbs and spirit pills, even the hundreds of Zhuque troops who had sacrificed themselves were slowly recovering.

The only one showing no sign of recovery was Jingsheng, whose body still bore nine ferocious bloody holes.

At this moment, no breath could be sensed from Jingsheng at all.

"Magistrate Song, do you know that child?"

Song Weimin sighed: "He's not a child. He should be not much younger than your Hall Master." He paused. "He is an heir of the lineage that guards the Ghost Fire Well. Because all of his blood and qi were used for cultivation, his physical development was stunted."

Fang Zhuyue was surprised: "Well guardian? I've never heard of that before?"

Gongshu Xingyan looked over: "There are many things in the world that people don't know." Then he sighed. "At certain boundary intersections, there are actually guardians. Because they cannot leave their posts, they are almost unknown to the world."

"Like him..."

Gongshu Xingyan pointed at Jingsheng: "If all of us had died in the ghost realm, no one would ever have known of his existence."

Song Weimin hastily asked: "Senior Gongshu, is Jingsheng... really beyond saving?" His tone was full of sorrow.

Gongshu Xingyan sighed: "He had already exhausted his blood and qi, and was severely struck by the power of heavenly punishment. The nine bloody holes on his body have almost no chance of healing..."

It was amidst this sigh that Hua Changxi's finger gently moved.

Not long after, she slowly opened her eyes, a light rekindling in her gaze. Though it was a bit faint and dazed, it clearly reflected Jingsheng lying not far from her.

As the light in her eyes grew brighter, Jingsheng's figure became clearer and clearer.

Yes, Jingsheng.

Her consciousness returned. Hua Changxi remembered the bloodline chains that heavenly thunder had shattered on Jingsheng. Leaning on her hands with some effort, she sat up—to the astonished looks of Song Weimin and the others.

Then, staggering to her feet, she walked toward Jing Shen.

The power of divine punishment nearly annihilated even her, let alone Jing Shen, who was already hanging by a thread.

Hua Changxi guessed that Jing Shen's condition was critical; she quickly walked over, knelt beside him, and began examining his injuries.

Jing Shen's condition was worse than she had imagined—he had completely fallen into shock. If not for the qi and blood power seeping from the Zhurong Stone still burrowing into his body, his body would likely have stiffened.

The next moment, to the shock of Song Weimin and the others, Hua Changxi produced the Ghostfire Token.

The Ghostfire Token floated above Jing Shen's body, and then light emerged, completely enveloping Jing Shen.

Immediately after, a drop of blood floated up from Jing Shen's chest; the blood droplet drifted toward the Ghostfire Token and sank into it.

Watching this, Gongshu Xingyan, who understood what Hua Changxi intended to do, gaped and his pupils shook.

As an old-school cultivator who had embarked on the path of cultivation long ago, he was truly astonished.

Ghostfire Well...

Although this place was somewhat ominous, it was still a blessed cave-heaven, and it even had an eighth-grade Dao artifact left by an emperor lord. Hua Changxi was just giving it away like this.

Fang Zhuyue was baffled: "What is the Hall Master doing?"

Gongshu Xingyan's expression was complicated: "She wants to merge Jing Shen with the Ghostfire Well, thereby ensuring Jing Shen's vitality never ends." Was this Hall Master of Lingguang Hall being too generous?

After a moment of silence, Gongshu Xingyan shouted at Hua Changxi: "It's useless. Even if you can ensure his vitality continues, his physical foundation has collapsed; there's no way to repair the injuries."

Hua Changxi paid him no attention. Jing Shen's essential blood could not fuse with the Ghostfire Token on its own; she had to assist from the side.

Fortunately, she had previously subdued the Ghostfire Token, and even though she was now transferring it away, a certain degree of control remained.

After expending considerable mental and physical effort, Hua Changxi finally forced the fusion of Jing Shen's essential blood with the Ghostfire Token.

"Swoosh~"

Once fused, the Ghostfire Token plunged into Jing Shen's body. The next moment, Jing Shen's chest began to rise and fall slightly, and gradually the breathing grew stronger and steadier.

Only then did Hua Changxi breathe a sigh of relief. She turned around to look at the others who were sitting cross-legged nearby, healing their injuries.

"Chiliarch Fang Zhuyue pays respects to the Hall Master!"

As soon as Hua Changxi's gaze shifted over, Fang Zhuyue quickly stood up, and the other Vermilion Army soldiers who could move followed suit.

Hua Changxi nodded and swept her gaze over the Vermilion Army soldiers: insufficient qi and blood, weak soul power, and most injuries were caused by ghost qi and ghostfire corrosion.

Originally, she could have simply released Nanming Lihuo to expel the ghost qi and ghostfire for them, but then she thought of the 'Chiming Flame Prison' divine ability, and also that this military prison would surely need people to garrison and manage it in the future...

"You've all suffered!"