Xu Xuenuo found herself montarily unable to process the situation.
She was clearly Xu Ming’s elder sister, so why was their blood qi incompatible? Could it be that sothing went wrong with the “Sword Qi Blood Guidance” technique she had used? That didn’t make sense—such a simple spell shouldn’t fail.
“Could it be that Xu Ming and I aren’t…?”
A bold idea suddenly surfaced in Xu Xuenuo’s mind, startling even herself.
If this idea were true, it would an that she and Xu Ming didn’t share the sa father. For a mont, Xu Xuenuo could only imagine her father’s taphorical head glowing green with betrayal.
“No matter! I have to get him to the city imdiately!” Wu Yanhan urged anxiously.
Although it seed like there might be so disgraceful drama in the Xu family, it wasn’t her concern. After all, in places like the Xu and Qin families, sordid and scandalous events were far from uncommon.
“I know!”
Xu Xuenuo suppressed her emotions, cradled Xu Ming, and soared towards Xinping County.
“Tch!”
Wu Yanhan, who had initially intended to take Xu Ming to Xinping County herself, clicked her tongue in annoyance. Though clearly displeased, she still made her way down the mountain.
When they arrived at the county yan of Xinping, the county magistrate had already been replaced by the assistant magistrate, who was now in charge.
The assistant magistrate, who had been sleeping soundly at ho, was rudely awakened and inford that the magistrate had been replaced with an imposter. Naturally, he was utterly dumbfounded.
Thankfully, the assistant magistrate was quite competent and managed to stabilize the operations of the entire yan.
However, when he saw her—the infamous “Sword Immortal of Calamity”—walk in, his heart sank again.
Though he hadn’t done anything wrong, the sight of this cold-faced young woman carrying a severed head was enough to terrify anyone. Who could guarantee that she wouldn’t suddenly suspect him of being an imposter too and cut him down with her sword?
“Go! Quickly fetch the dical cultivator from your yan!” Xu Xuenuo ordered coldly.
“Y-yes, Sword Immortal. Please wait a mont,” the assistant magistrate stamred, swallowing hard before hastily summoning the resident dical cultivator.
Every yan in Wu Dynasty was assigned a dical cultivator. Their main duties included handling urgent dical ergencies within the yan, as well as dealing with ntally unstable poison cultivators.
dical cultivators generally didn’t provide dical services to the public. The primary responsibility for healthcare in the county still rested with local physicians.
It didn’t take long for the yan’s dical cultivator to arrive.
When he saw the bloodied figure lying on the bed, the cultivator was taken aback. At first glance, he thought the young boy was beyond saving.
However, after a more thorough examination, he realized that the boy’s life force was astonishingly strong. Particularly notable was the spiritual root in his dantian, which was working tirelessly to sustain his life.
A person with a spiritual root who also practiced martial arts—such cases were quite rare.
After a night of grueling treatnt, during which countless basins of clean water were used, the boy finally pulled through. As dawn broke, the dical cultivator wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long sigh of relief.
Just as he was preparing to rest, three figures—Xiong Haizhi and his companions—staggered into the yan, supporting each other.
Seeing them, the dical cultivator knew he had more work ahead.
Xiong Haizhi and the others thought they had suffered enough, but when they saw Xu Ming lying there, wrapped head-to-toe like a mummy, they suddenly felt a strange sense of balance.
Of course, this sense of “relief at soone else’s misfortune” was entirely predicated on the fact that everyone had survived. If any of them had perished, the mood would have been profoundly somber.
On the third day, Jiangnan Commandery sent personnel to investigate the situation.
From Lord Liu’s residence, the investigators discovered his corpse—but his face had been skinned.
The cris of murdering an imperial official and assuming their identity crossed the bottom line of the Wu Dynasty, essentially trampling on the dynasty’s dignity.
This matter was swiftly reported to Wudu, the imperial capital.
A special investigation team was ford in Wudu, led by a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm, who personally traveled to Jiangnan Commandery to oversee the inquiry.
As for Shen Sheng, the fourth-rank magical beast Thunderstorm Bear, and the corpse of the impostor who replaced Lord Liu, they were all transported back to Wudu.
—
On the fourth day, Xu Ming still had not regained consciousness.
Xu Xuenuo wanted to stay and wait for Xu Ming to wake up, but a flying sword transmission from the Wanjian Sect summoned her back to the sect.
Unable to defy her master’s order, Xu Xuenuo had no choice but to leave.
—
“Master.”
Upon returning to the sect, Xu Xuenuo went to Sacred Lord Peak to report.
Jiang Luoyu, her master, looked at her and asked, “Did you test your sword?”
Xu Xuenuo nodded. “I did.”
“What was the opponent’s cultivation level?” Jiang Luoyu inquired.
“Mid-stage Dragon Gate Realm,” Xu Xuenuo replied.
Jiang Luoyu nodded slightly. “Too low.”
Xu Xuenuo admitted, “Killing him wasn’t difficult.”
Jiang Luoyu studied her disciple carefully. “Then why do I sense that your sword heart is unsettled?”
Xu Xuenuo hadn’t expected her master to notice. She bit her lip lightly. “Master, there’s sothing I don’t understand.”
“Speak,” Jiang Luoyu prompted.
“If a sister uses the ‘Sword Qi Blood Guidance’ technique to transfuse blood and heal her younger brother, but their blood fiercely rejects each other, what could be the reason?”
Jiang Luoyu t her disciple’s gaze and answered concisely, “It ans they have no blood relation whatsoever. They are not truly siblings.”
—
“Your Majesty, this is the account of the battle at Shunan Mountain involving Xu Ming and his companions.”
In the imperial study, Wei Xun presented a confidential report.
Emperor Wu eagerly unfolded the report and read it thoroughly, his expression turning jubilant. “This Xu Ming! Excellent! Just as I expected from soone I’ve taken an interest in!”
Wei Xun flattered him with a smile. “According to Xu Ming’s instructor, Wang ng, Xu Ming’s physical resilience might rival that of a Martial God Physic. If all goes well, his minimum future achievent could very well be the Peak of the Mountain Summit Realm.”
“Hmm,” the Emperor nodded in satisfaction.
“But Xu Ming is still too young, only eleven. He doesn’t yet understand matters of love and relationships. However, that’s not an issue. Over the next few years, we can address his ties to the Xu family.”
“The Xu and Qin clans have beco too arrogant recently. If Xu Ming were to beco a prince-consort, wouldn’t those families flaunt themselves to the heavens? We must find a way to separate Xu Ming from the Xu clan.”
“Your Majesty might not need to worry about that,” Wei Xun said, grinning obsequiously. “There’s another piece of good news I must report.”
“You sly dog, stop beating around the bush and spit it out!” The Emperor pointed at Wei Xun, laughing and scolding.
Wei Xun replied, “Your Majesty, when Xu Ming was gravely injured, Xu Xuenuo happened to arrive and attempted to heal him using the Wanjian Sect’s secret technique, ‘Sword Qi Blood Guidance.’ However, Xu Ming’s bloodline was incompatible with Xu Xuenuo’s.”
“Hmm?” The Emperor imdiately rose to his feet. “Could it be—”
“Either Xu Xuenuo or Xu Ming has no blood relation to the Xu family!”
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