"Oh, in that case, be careful. If you encounter an opponent stronger than you, don't force yourself too much! Also, take this wound dicine for protection. Take however much you need based on injuries—as long as you don't die, I have ways to save you!" Xiaoyao said while handing Nangong Suxin a porcelain bottle.
"You bastard, don't you have anything good to say? Bringing bad luck so early in the morning! If sothing happens to , you'll have to take full responsibility!" Nangong Suxin took the porcelain bottle while scolding irritably. At this mont, she didn't look at what wound dicine was actually in the bottle—she felt it wasn't necessary since nothing would happen to her anyway.
"I'll be responsible for healing you," Xiaoyao replied casually, then once again went about his daily routine of reading books at Hanlin Academy.
During this period, Xiaoyao had beco a regular at Hanlin Academy and a well-known figure.
Now everyone at Hanlin Academy knew there was soone dressed as a poor scholar who was sweeping through the book collection, reading everything without missing even the most obscure books. His reading speed was extraordinarily fast, even faster than normal people flipping through pages.
If no one had tested it, they would never believe such reading could retain anything, but the results showed that all these books had been morized by this poor scholar.
This was truly remarkable. This poor scholar had made the phrase "taking in ten lines at a glance" seem not exaggerated at all—in fact, it seed rather plain. At such speed while still achieving photographic mory—this was what was truly terrifying.
However, being just a scholar, even so, it didn't attract too much attention, because what use was reading so much when you were still a poor scholar? Co back when you've achieved sothing.
Talent in this area wouldn't make people feel it needed attention, since it wasn't martial dao-related. A scholar having this ability just ant being a walking library—what else could it do?
To get official position, you'd first need to pass imperial examinations, achieve success in the exams, then receive imperial appointnt, and so on. Achieve these things first.
After the initial excitent, gradually people here began to pay less attention to Xiaoyao. Of course, this didn't hinder Xiaoyao's current fa here, though after he left, he would likely be quickly forgotten.
This day, Xiaoyao had begun reading books in a row of rooms inside. These were basically premium books, relatively rare on the continent—exactly what Xiaoyao liked. If not for this, he might have accompanied Nangong Suxin.
Between books and Nangong Suxin, Xiaoyao straightforwardly chose books.
Even after unexpected events occurred later, he didn't regret this choice, because he felt that even if given another chance, he would still make the sa choice. What was there to regret?
Since things had happened, they should be resolved rather than thinking about "what if" regarding the past.
On the other side, what should have been a normal sparring match underwent an unexpected change—a change so fast no one could react.
"Heavenly Demon Transformation!"
"Nangong Suxin, be careful!"
"Bang!"
"Pff..."
Confusion!
Exclamation!
Loud crash!
Under everyone's gaze, Nangong Suxin was sent flying, spitting blood, heavily falling below the arena platform, motionless—no one knew if she was alive or dead.
No one could have predicted this situation beforehand, not even her opponent could have imagined he would do such a thing.
Nangong Suxin's opponent was a mber of a great family from the Great Tang Empire, a refined gentleman. But unexpectedly, when being defeated by Nangong Suxin, this gentleman suddenly went berserk, using a legendary demonic technique that instantly boosted his power several levels, then sneak-attacked Nangong Suxin.
Perhaps because this young master couldn't accept defeat, or perhaps simply because he didn't want to lose to a woman, he used this demonic technique called Heavenly Demon Transformation. While sending Nangong Suxin flying, he also collapsed from exhaustion and had to face the side effects of Heavenly Demon Transformation.
This Heavenly Demon Transformation, once used, would quickly exhaust those with poor cultivation. Afterward ca power regression—inability to gather qi for a short ti, essentially becoming an ordinary person during this period.
At the sa ti, there was another side effect: ridian damage. Even if one could cultivate internal energy later, there would be certain limitations. Therefore, such demonic techniques wouldn't be used except in desperate situations. In such occasions, it was completely aningless.
Doing this was purely harming others without benefiting oneself.
Having such demonic techniques wasn't unusual—so people knew a bit about preventing accidents, using them for mutual destruction with enemies. But using it here would invite condemnation from the entire Great Tang Empire, even the entire continent.
Especially from the Great Tang Empire's Nangong clan. Nangong Suxin's identity was no simple matter. Even as a branch family mber, with current achievents, she was worthy of the Great Tang Empire Nangong clan's attention.
Nangong clan mbers were present, and their expressions imdiately changed. Several people had rushed over, but even earlier than them was Guxing. However, when Guxing arrived, a Nangong clan mber was already beside Nangong Suxin.
Although Guxing was nearly invincible in her age group, compared to predecessors, she could only be considered a junior, including in strength.
That person checked Nangong Suxin's condition, then imdiately transferred true qi to her, because Nangong Suxin's situation was very, very bad—only one breath left, and she might lose even her last breath at any mont.
After receiving this true qi, Nangong Suxin's body gained so sensation. She tried hard to do sothing.
"Don't move. Your heart ridian is severed. Keep that one breath now—I'll find a way to save you!"
"dicine..." Nangong Suxin continued making a motion, struggling to utter one word from her mouth. Speaking this word at this mont made her feel extrely, extrely strenuous.
"I have a pill here!" The person frowned, seeming to make a decision, because the pill on him was for his own ergencies—very precious. Moreover, he felt that with Nangong Suxin's severe injuries, there was little hope. This dicine could at most maintain her condition.
"No need! She has her own dicine!" Guxing said calmly, reaching into Nangong Suxin's bosom to search. She had seen Nangong Suxin keep the dicine close to her body this morning.
"What dicine? No matter what dicine this is, eat mine first!" The person's words clearly indicated he felt his dicine was much better than whatever Nangong Suxin had.
"Nine Revolution Great Recovery Pill—Nangong Lie, you really are willing to part with it. However, saving lives is urgent now!" At this mont, several other people had rushed over. Seeing the dicine in the previous person's hand, they were all quite shocked.
"Suxin, what's wrong with you? Why won't you take it?"
That precious Nine Revolution Great Recovery Pill, that life-saving dicine—Nangong Suxin actually kept her mouth closed and wouldn't take it. At this mont, why wouldn't she take it?
At this ti, no one could understand why she would refuse to save her own life. Why was this?
Soon, when Guxing found that bottle of wound dicine, poured it out, and put it in Nangong Suxin's mouth, they finally understood she wanted to take this dicine. But what dicine was this?
Could it be that she knew she had good dicine and therefore wouldn't take the Nine Revolution Great Recovery Pill? But what dicine could be better than this Nine Revolution Great Recovery Pill?
"What dicine is this?"
"Don't know!" Guxing replied.
"What?! Don't know? You dare give it to her without knowing?" Almost everyone was startled—this was too reckless!
"This was given to my sister by Xiaoyao. There shouldn't be any problem!" At this ti, the Young Miss had rushed over with Third Miss. Third Miss now seed very calm, not getting excited over Nangong Suxin's condition.
However, this was just on the surface. She could still control her excitent, but inwardly she was very nervous, though she knew she needed to stay calm.
"Who is Xiaoyao?" The Nangong clan mbers were sowhat confused.
"Cough cough..." After taking several pills, Nangong Suxin's complexion improved considerably. She coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, which remained on her body—no one bothered with the blood at this mont.
"Nangong Suxin, you're not dead after all! Xiaoyao really predicted it—you had a blood disaster today! But why didn't you take the Nine Revolution Great Recovery Pill? Why did you take Xiaoyao's dicine when you didn't even ask what it was? Weren't you afraid of dying?" The Young Miss said heartlessly at this mont, completely disregarding Nangong Suxin's serious condition.
"What?! Even Suxin doesn't know what's inside?" The Nangong clan mbers were even more surprised, especially Nangong Lie, who had watched Nangong Suxin refuse his Nine Revolution Great Recovery Pill and only take dicine from her bosom that even she didn't know about.
Whether this dicine was effective, or even whether it was for treating injuries—no one knew. Wasn't this gambling with her own life?
Was this still the Nangong Suxin he knew? Hadn't she always been very calm? At this mont, she made such an irrational choice.
Irrational—indeed very irrational. Nangong Suxin also felt she had been very irrational at that mont, but she understood that only at life-and-death monts could one understand certain things.
She wasn't being irrational, but had a kind of trust in Xiaoyao—a trust that could transcend her own rationality. She would rather not take the Nine Revolution Great Recovery Pill and instead take the dicine Xiaoyao gave her. Although she still didn't know what this dicine was, she could be certain her trust was correct.
Xiaoyao's dicine had already taken effect. Just now she couldn't speak at all, but now she could at least talk. What she most wanted to say now was three words—
"Mind your own business..."
(End of Chapter)
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