Chapter 140 One Needle Seized the Soul
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On the plains, someone in a purple robe carrying someone in white was flying ahead. Li Hanyi could feel her body’s qi discharging little by little. That last Pear Blossom Needle had entered her body and sealed her Qimen acupoint. Zhao Yuzhen placed his hand on her back and continuously transferred his own qi into Li Hanyi's body, but Li Hanyi shook her head gently. She knew better than Zhao Yuzhen the changes happening in her body. "It's useless. It's too late."
"It's not too late, it won't be too late." Zhao Yuzhen's voice was a little hoarse. "I'll take you to a doctor!"
"Silly man, what kind of doctor can heal such an injury?" Li Hanyi smiled bitterly.
"Medicine King Valley! I'll take you to the Medicine King Valley! Xin Baicao will definitely be able to heal you!" Zhao Yuzhen thought suddenly, and immediately sped forward with another burst of energy.
"Silly man, you haven't come down from your mountain for thirty years, so how would you know where the Medicine King Valley is?" Li Hanyi thought to herself that he was really a silly Daoist priest. Even after being the Sectmaster for over ten years, he was still a silly Daoist priest. But as soon as she finished this thought, she fainted.
On Mount Luolei, Su Muyu and Xie Qidao stood silently beside the Patriarch, watching the figure speeding away down the mountain. Xie Qidao hesitated but he still said, "Patriarch, we could start chasing now, perhaps we’d have a chance."
The Patriarch muttered, "Just now, Zhao Yuzhen’s last Spirit Wandering sword was forced out of him, and I can feel that the backlash he suffered from that sword was also very strong. If we can get rid of two sword immortals in one fell swoop, this trip would have truly paid off."
"Then, we chase?" There was a ruthless light in Xie Qidao's eyes. His shoulder was bleeding non-stop, but the smell of blood aroused his murderous intent even more.
The Patriarch turned around and sighed softly. "I'm afraid we won't be able to catch them."
Behind them stood a white-robed Daoist priest holding a horsetail whisk. The Daoist priest seemed to be very old, his hair and beard all white, but he also seemed to be very young, with clear and bright eyes. The Daoist smiled slightly as he swung his horsetail whisk gently.
The Daoist priest didn’t say a word, and the expression on his face even seemed to be very kind, but he stood there and blocked them with no intention of moving even half a step.
"Interesting. A Daoist Sword Immortal came down from his mountain, and an old immortal stepped out of Heavenly Revelations," the Patriarch said coldly.
The old white-robed Daoist swung his horsetail whisk, and a ditch several tens of zhang long appeared in front of them. "Please, Patriarch, refrain from crossing over this."
The Patriarch took a step back. "Since the State Preceptor has ordered so, naturally, I would not dare to disobey."
The Director of Astrology from the Directorate of Astronomy, Qi Tianchen, whose true status was the current State Preceptor of the Beili imperial court, accepted the honour and nodded. “Thank you, Patriarch.”
"Let's go." The Patriarch turned around and walked one step at a time towards another road down the mountain.
Xie Qidao took a moment to appraise the old Daoist priest who legends say was almost an immortal, before he followed. Only Su Muyu, who unexpectedly displayed a respectful regard for Qi Tianchen, turned to his side slightly and bowed, before he turned and left.
"It's been a long time." Qi Tianchen also turned slightly, returned the bow and slowly turned around, watching the figures who were almost out of sight. He murmured, "Am I really too late?"
Luosang City.
This was a small city, about a hundred miles from Mount Luolei. A Daoist priest in purple was holding a beautiful woman in white and walking hurriedly down the street. The Daoist priest was very strange and asked everybody he met, "Do you know where the Medicine King Valley is?"
Of course, it was impossible for anyone in this small city to know where the Medicine King Valley was, so they could only shake their heads when he asked. However, a kind-hearted person who saw how anxious he looked told him that a highly skilled wandering doctor had lately been staying at Xiangnan teahouse in the eastern part of the city. The doctor’s medical skills seemed to be brilliant and he was able to cure all kinds of dubious illnesses with his medicines.
"Even if he can't cure this lady’s illness, at least he’s a doctor, so perhaps he might know where the Medicine King Valley is," the kind-hearted person said to him.
As soon as the man spoke, Zhao Yuzhen swept past him in an instant, and reached the end of the road in one step. The kind-hearted man rubbed his eyes and was a little dumbfounded. "He’s already an immortal, why does he need a doctor?"
"Where’s the doctor?" Zhao Yuzhen stepped into Xiangnan Teahouse and yelled rudely.
Everyone raised their heads in surprise, and there were even a few literary and refined scholars who glared with annoyance at the loud noise that disturbed the tranquility of the teahouse.
"Where’s the doctor?" Zhao Yuzhen continued to yell, and this time, the entire teahouse shook with a tremor. A teapot that was held by a waiter shook a few times before it fell to the ground and shattered. A guest was holding a teacup and preparing to take a sip, and the teacup also cracked in an instant. The waiter stumbled to his feet, walked up to the window, and patted the shoulder of a scholar who was lying on a stool with a book covering his face, basking lazily in the sun. "Mister Xie, I think this Daoist is looking for you?"
The scholar moved the book from his face, yawned, and said, "What sort of Daoist priest? That angry yell was really full of qi. Is he really asking for medical treatment or murder?"
"Are you the doctor?" The voice that was far away before had already arrived right in front of them. The waiter immediately got up and fled.
The scholar frowned, looked at Zhao Yuzhen, and was stunned for a moment before he said, "Daoist Sword Immortal?"
Zhao Yuzhen was also taken aback when he was called by his title. He looked at the scholar's clothes, then looked at the huge bookcase next to him, and asked hesitantly, "Confucian Sword Immortal?"
"Why did you come down from your mountain? And, what’s more, you’re holding a lady as pretty as jade……” This was the first time that the Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan and Zhao Yuzhen met, but the two recognized each other in a moment. However, before Xie Xuan had a chance to exchange conventional greetings with this equally famous sword immortal, he was captivated by the lady in his arms.
When Xie Xuan was a guest at Snow Moon City’s Full Blossom Festival, he once said that there were two beauties in Snow Moon City who never attended the Full Blossom Festival. One of them was obsessed with gambling while the other had a terrible temper. He had the fortune of meeting the lady with the terrible temper only once when he was younger, but just that one look and the lady’s face had been engraved in his mind, never forgotten. More than ten years had passed, and he didn’t expect that this stunning beauty had not diminished at all.
Xie Xuan was stunned for a moment, then stood up immediately and exclaimed, "Li Hanyi?"
Zhao Yuzhen nodded fervently. "Can Mister save her?"
Xie Xuan reached out to take Li Hanyi's pulse and his brows furrowed tightly. "Tang Clan, Tempest Pear Blossom Needles?"
"Yes! I blocked twenty-six needles, but I still missed one of them."
"In the end, that Pear Blossom Needle sealed her Qimen acupoint. Now, her qi is discharging continuously, and in another hour, not even a god will be able to save her. Follow me back to my house. We must force the Pear Blossom Needle out immediately!"
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