For the tussle with Pangu, I emptied out my tank. When Pangu went back into its shell, I was spent - completely, be it my strength or the Fengpeng’s energy. As a matter of fact, I was dead inside before the end of the fight. My injuries may have healed in my sleep, but my energy store was still empty. That was why not even Tianhu could find any traces of developed internal strength inside . My stronger-than-average pulse and qi flow were all but standard for any martial arts practitioner.
My white hair was a product of my training. Once I lost my skills, it’d revert back to black. Therefore, my black hair was natural, flowing, beautiful black hair.
Though I was gasping blood as though I had a foot in the grave, I wasn’t hurt as bad as surface symptoms suggested. Yes, I couldn’t shield myself with any martial arts abilities, but I was built differently, though I couldn’t tell if that was attributed to the Fengpeng or my training. Either way, I always recovered unnaturally fast. Kind of made feel that that I wasn’t human…
First things first.
“Bosh, don’t wowwy. I can handle dis.” Bla my weird enunciation on the blood that kept pouring out of my mouth while I was trying to speak.
“Shut up! I’m worried enough as it is!” Boss was in a hurry to find help, only to turn around and see Mount Daluo’s clique.
Young Shiyi didn’t need a recount to figure out what went down when she could see Tianhu’s position and my shape. “You asked for it.”
Young Shiyi went straight for Tianhu’s face right out of the gate. Unfortunately, in spite of her improved grasp on Enlightennt and Overarching Heaven, Tianhu could still stop Overarching Heaven between two fingers. In a match between people of their calibre, the one who had the upper hand was decided the mont they took their opponent’s weapon. Young Shiyi, however, didn’t give a toss, smashing her golden sword qi into Tianhu’s Enlightennt.
Save for one individual, nobody present wanted to be anywhere near the fight.
“Please cease this!” Despite being nowhere near their level, Emperor Yuansheng didn’t mind the risk of injury to get in between the two. “Miss Ming, I am to bla for failing to intervene in ti. Tianhu is guilty, but now is not the ti for vindication. Please stop for now. I shall make sure Earl Ming is compensated.”
Young Shiyi had no choice but to back off once Emperor Yuansheng spoke up. Likewise, Tianhu also backed off. Tianhu wanted no part in fighting Young Shiyi because, once he was done with her, he had my siblings ready to fight him right away from every angle, my shifu and the others afar. One mistake from him and it would be all-out war between Emperor’s Entourage and Mount Daluo. If he was in the right, then he could break a leg. In this case, though, he was in the wrong.
Emperor Yuansheng summoned, “State Preceptor Lai!”
Lai Jingzhen, sleeping inside the room, woke up, then whipped the bottom half of his robe aside. “Your Majesty?”
“Save him.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
In one leap, Lai Jingzhen propelled himself a good thirty-six tres using Gliding Golden Goose. Following that, he perford Diagonal Swallow to leap back over the heads he leapt over. He executed Seven Stars Steps to finally reach Tianhu. “Who dares hurt my Brother Tianhu?!”
“Who told you to save Tianhu?! I want you to treat the one on the ground!” thundered Emperor Yuansheng. “The ugliest one if you can’t tell!”
Lai Jingzhen cast his gaze my way.
Go away! You have the wrong man! Why did you look my way?!
“Eh?” Lai Jingzhen started using his fingers for a divination instead of checking my pulse, alternating between his left and right hands repetitively. He muttered under his breath, “Strange. Very strange. How co soone invincible isn’t a part of Supre Ten Saints?” He gusted up a wind that elevated up and into his sleeve. “Strange. Still very strange. How co he’s so weak? Is he hurt?” He glanced down to the blood across the ground, then continued, “This injury is nothing, yet there’s a difference?”
Lai Jingzhen twirled his sleeves, performing his ti-reversal-like technique, sending the blood I spilt back into my body. It wasn’t just my blood that was returned to ; even my wounds healed.
Honing on my true qi circulation - courtesy of Polarisation Style - blew my mind. I had seen plenty of touted disciplines, but this was magical. Every ti I felt a spot heal, I could comprehend a dao ntal cultivation’s operation. The natural control Lai Jingzhen had over it could be considered the pinnacle.
The indescribable process lasted around ten minutes.
“Puha!” I desperately breathed upon being thoughtlessly released from Lai Jingzhen’s sleeve.
“Feizhen!” Young Shiyi and Boss Shen, taking an arm of mine each, pulled off the ground.
Damn, oxygen never tasted so sweet until Tianhu winded .
By no ans was Lai Jingzhen so deity. My blood replenishnt and closed wounds were the product of his discipline.
Forcing a smile, I expressed, “That was incredible, State Preceptor. Thank you for saving this one’s life.”
“It doesn’t look it. It doesn’t look it,” Lai Jingzhen muttered as he walked circles around , examining from head to toe. “In other words, it doesn’t seem so.”
Erm… Given his love for using language that’s illogical to people to distinguish himself or test people, is there so profound aning to what he’s saying?
Lai Jingzhen pointed to my nose and said, “God damn, son,” and then zood off.
Emperor Yuansheng ca over to check on . “Are you all right, Earl Ming? Are you still hurt anywhere?” He did three laps around before he was assured. “I’m glad you’re all right. You gave a big fright back there. Worry not, I will ensure justice is upheld. Tianhu! Co over here!”
It was probably the first ti Emperor Yuansheng had raised his voice at any of The Ultimate Three.
Notwithstanding what I went through, Tianhu, face ashen, still tried to check my true qi reaction when he ca over. Regrettably for him, it was such a ss that he couldn’t find anything to incriminate with.
“You lost the gamble, yet, instead of accepting the outco, you would try to kill an Earl I just promoted in my presence? What am I to you? Is credibility just a word to you? How can you attack soone innocent?”
While he did have his head down in silence, I could tell Tianhu wasn’t listening at all.
“Don’t just stand there! Apologise to Earl Ming!”
It was really satisfying to listen to, but you have to know where to toe the line in life.
“Your Majesty, your subject is not worthy of Sir Tianhu’s apology. Your subject has but only one request.”
“Just say that word. I will comply with anything.”
Touched, I nodded and smiled. “Wash his hair with manure.”
I cracked it! I cracked the unyielding mask.
Glossary
Given his love for using language that’s illogical to people to distinguish himself or test people - This is three characters translated… As an example of this situation, it’s English, but it’s Shakespearean English, and I can’t say I understand a conversation in Shakespearean English. That’s what Ming Feizhen is referring to.
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