Chapter 469: Too Generous by Far

After the electric dragon in the dantian was shattered, the ghost fire within the Ghost Fire Well extinguished.

At this, Song Weimin and his companions all breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Although nearly all the ghost fire erupting from the well had merged into Hua Changxi's body, a tiny fraction had still scattered into the tower; these people were already severely injured, and having consumed medicinal pills, they had only temporarily suppressed their wounds.

If continued to be invaded by ghost fire, it would undoubtedly compound injury upon injury.

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

As soon as Fang Zhuyue could move, he immediately rushed to the sides of Gongshu Xingyan and Song Weimin.

Back in the Ghost Tribe Prison, he had already realized that Gongshu Xingyan was far from simple and knew many things unknown to them.

As for the reputation of Magistrate Song Weimin of Nanxiang County, he had heard of it even before the recovery of spiritual energy was made public.

One was a suspected mighty expert, the other a good official who pleaded for the people; instinctively, one wanted to draw near to them.

Gongshu Xingyan looked at Hua Changxi, whose aura at the wellhead had stabilized and who was now enveloped in a soft, gauze-like halo; deep in his eyes, shock still lingered.

That Hua Changxi could refine heavenly lightning and control thunder-fire did not surprise him.

Geniuses who obtain great opportunities between life and death are common enough.

But!!!

She actually controlled Ghost Fire while already commanding Nanming Li Fire and Thunder Fire; this left him utterly incredulous.

After all, whether Nanming Li Fire against Ghost Fire or Thunder Fire against Ghost Fire, they mutually restrained each other and could not coexist.

Yet, in Hua Changxi's case, these three flames coexisted in perfect harmony.

However, looking at Fang Zhuyue and these soldiers of the Zhu Que Army, Gongshu Xingyan no longer found it so strange.

This woman was the Hall Master of the Lingguang Hall!

Gongshu Xingyan looked again at the unconscious Hua Changxi; this person had absolutely obtained the true Zhu Que inheritance and was a genuine successor of the Zhu Que!

And the Zhu Que could command ten thousand flames!

"Rest assured, she won't die."

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

Stroking his chin, Gongshu Xingyan's eyes were filled with envy and longing; after all, as a successor of the Four Spirits, she even possessed divine abilities to automatically heal wounds—truly, comparing people to people is enough to kill one with frustration.

Hearing this affirmative answer, Fang Zhuyue's expression relaxed, but then he saw Song Weimin looking at Jing Sheng, who stood motionless by the wellhead, with a face full of sorrow.

Having absorbed soul power and the qi-blood force from the Zhurong Stone, plus consuming healing spiritual medicines and pills, even the hundreds of Zhu Que soldiers who had sacrificed themselves were slowly improving.

The only one showing no signs of recovery was Jing Sheng, whose body bore nine ferocious, bloody holes.

At this moment, no aura could be detected from Jing Sheng whatsoever.

"Lord Song, do you know that child?"

Song Weimin sighed: "He is no child; his age should not be much younger than your Hall Master." He paused, "He is the successor of the Well-Guarding lineage of the Ghost Fire Well; because all the qi-blood within his body was used for cultivation, it caused his physical development to be stunted."

Fang Zhuyue asked in surprise: "Well Guardians? Why have I never heard of them?"

Gongshu Xingyan glanced over: "There are many things the world does not know." Then, he sighed, "In places where different realms converge, there are actually guardians; because these people cannot leave their posts of defense, they are almost unknown to the world."

"Just like him..."

Gongshu Xingyan pointed at Jing Sheng: "If we had all died in the Ghost Realm, his existence would likely never have been known by anyone."

Song Weimin hurriedly asked: "Senior Gongshu, is Jing Sheng... truly beyond saving?" His tone was filled with sorrow.

Gongshu Xingyan sighed: "His qi-blood was already exhausted, and on top of that, he suffered severe injuries from the power of heavenly punishment; those nine bloody holes on his body have almost no possibility of healing..."

Amidst this sigh, Hua Changxi's finger twitched slightly.

Soon, she slowly opened her eyes; light rekindled in her pupils, and though somewhat faint and dazed, it clearly reflected the figure of Jing Sheng lying not far from her.

As the light in her eyes grew brighter, Jing Sheng's figure became clearer.

Yes, Jing Sheng.

Consciousness returning, Hua Changxi remembered the bloodline chains shattered by heavenly lightning upon Jing Sheng; struggling slightly, she pushed herself up with both hands, sitting up amidst the astonished gazes of Song Weimin and his group.

Then, stumbling to her feet, she walked toward Jing Sheng.

The power of heavenly punishment had nearly annihilated even her; how much more so for Jing Sheng, who was already hanging by a thread.

Guessing that Jing Sheng's condition was critical, Hua Changxi quickly walked over, knelt beside him, and began examining his injuries.

Jing Sheng's condition was worse than she imagined; he had completely fallen into shock. If not for the qi-blood force seeping from the Zhurong Stone still drilling into his body, his limbs would likely have already stiffened.

The next moment, to the shock of Song Weimin and the others, Hua Changxi took out the Ghost Fire Token.

The Ghost Fire Token hovered above Jing Sheng's body; then, light emerged, completely enveloping him.

Immediately afterward, a drop of blood floated up from Jing Sheng's chest, drifted toward the Ghost Fire Token, and merged into it.

Witnessing this scene, Gongshu Xingyan, who understood what Hua Changxi intended to do, directly dropped his jaw, his pupils trembling in shock.

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

The Ghost Fire Well...

Although this place was somewhat ominous, it was ultimately a blessed land of caves and heavens, containing an eighth-grade Dao weapon left behind by an Emperor; yet Hua Changxi was simply giving it away.

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

Gongshu Xingyan's expression was complex: "She intends to merge Jing Sheng with the Ghost Fire Well, thereby ensuring his life force never ceases." Is this Hall Master of the Lingguang Hall being too generous?

After a moment of silence, Gongshu Xingyan shouted loudly to Hua Changxi: "It's useless! Even if you can guarantee his life force continues uninterrupted, the foundation of his flesh and blood has collapsed; his injuries simply cannot be repaired."

Hua Changxi paid him no mind; Jing Sheng's essential blood could not merge with the Ghost Fire Token on its own and required her assistance from the side.

Fortunately, she had previously subdued the Ghost Fire Token; even now, while transferring it, she still retained a certain degree of control over it.

After expending considerable mental effort and energy, Hua Changxi finally forced Jing Sheng's essential blood to merge with the Ghost Fire Token.

"Whoosh~"

Once merged, the Ghost Fire Token plunged into Jing Sheng's body; the next moment, Jing Sheng's chest began to show slight rising and falling, and slowly, the movement grew larger and steadier.

Only then did Hua Changxi breathe a sigh of relief, turning to look at the others sitting cross-legged around her, healing their injuries.

"Battalion Commander Fang Zhuyue pays his respects to the Hall Master!"

As soon as Hua Changxi's gaze shifted over, Fang Zhuyue hurriedly rose, and the other mobile soldiers of the Zhu Que army followed suit.

Hua Changxi nodded, scanning the condition of the Zhu Que soldiers: insufficient vital energy, weak soul power, with most injuries caused by erosion from ghost qi and ghost flames.

She could have directly unleashed the Nanming Li Fire to purge the ghost qi and ghost flames for them, but thinking of the 'Crimson Nether Flame Prison' divine ability, and considering that this military prison would certainly require personnel to garrison and manage it in the future...

"You have all suffered greatly!"