ng Qingzhou turned his head, his eyes covered by black silk and satin, 'looking' at Lian Yue. His brows furrowed slightly, feeling sothing was off with this girl, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
In the original novel, Sister Qiong was ambushed by several enemies during the calamity of the gods. Despite being injured, she managed to kill all her attackers and quickly recovered due to her imnse vitality.
Could there be another unexpected situation?
Suspicious, ng Qingzhou heightened his vigilance.
Whether it's a blessing or a curse, he and Dongfang Liuli were in the Ancient Divine City. If the other party really had ulterior motives and he forcefully refused to treat them, it might backfire and provoke them.
If ng Qingzhou were alone, it wouldn't be a big deal; he could just escape into the river of ti.
But Dongfang Liuli was a mortal. For the safety of his wife, ng Qingzhou decided to take a look.
"Don't worry. We're staying in the Divine City and have received the City Lord's kindness. We should repay it," ng Qingzhou said softly, patting Dongfang Liuli's wrist, which was tightly gripping his.
Dongfang Liuli bit her lip, staying silent but holding onto ng Qingzhou's sleeve tightly.
Her decisive and domineering nature made it impossible for her to say sothing so cheesy, let alone openly admit, "I'm afraid you'll be seduced by a fox spirit! You must stay by my side!" Such a jealous statent.
ng Qingzhou tried to pull back his sleeve, feeling the strength Dongfang Liuli was using. A light bulb went off in his head.
Could Liuli be jealous...
Imagine, a man and a woman alone in a room, with a sickly beauty lying on the bed. ng Qingzhou sits at the bedside, focused on diagnosing Sister Qiong, who looks at him with deep affection. Their conversation seems like sweet nothings.
"How about this, you co with . You can help with the tools," ng Qingzhou said in a coaxing tone, gently ruffling Dongfang Liuli's hair.
Dongfang Liuli lowered her head, her face blushing so hard it seed like it might bleed, not daring to look at ng Qingzhou. She only let out a weak "Mm."
This scene was like a little girl reluctant to part with her aging, disabled father.
"No way!"
Lian Yue interrupted at an inopportune mont, her tone serious.
"During the City Lord's critical illness, no one but the doctor is allowed to visit."
ng Qingzhou grimaced, feeling a toothache. "Not even my wife?"
"No!" Lian Yue said decisively.
For a mont, ng Qingzhou was in a dilemma, feeling the world was full of malice. Why make things difficult for an honest person!
This won't work, that won't work, might as well let your City Lord fend for himself.
Lian Yue keenly noticed a hint of impatience in Doctor ng's expression, as if he was ready to do nothing. She quickly added:
"Actually, there's another way. If Doctor ng can't make it, you can invite a reliable colleague. The high-level officials of the Divine City will arrange for transportation. What do you think?"
ng Qingzhou pondered for a while.
A colleague... another doctor?
Not to ntion I don't know any divine doctors, even if I did, seeing the calamity of the gods surrounding your City Lord, they'd probably drop dead before even starting the diagnosis.
Moreover, the calamity of the gods can't be cured by conventional ans. According to the known plot, the author ntioned three thods:
First, cultivate a technique called the "Eternal Reincarnation Sutra," reincarnate through countless lifetis, and achieve the "Eternal Body."
Second, reach a higher realm beyond the Heaven Supporting Realm!
Third, use the Dao of Space-Ti to slowly remove the root of the calamity.
The "Eternal Reincarnation Sutra" has long been lost, and it's unlikely to be found.
As for reaching a higher realm beyond the Heaven Supporting Realm, it's like a patient asking, "Doctor, I have a terminal illness, what dicine should I take to prolong my life?" And you say, "No need for dicine, just beco a cosmic superman, and your powerful immune cells will kill the cancer cells."
Pure nonsense.
In other words, the only person in the world who can treat Sister Qiong is ng Qingzhou.
"Wait..."
ng Qingzhou suddenly rembered the three questions Sister Qiong asked at the banquet last night, which seed to be indirectly inquiring about the Space-Ti Sword Saint.
Combining this with today's situation, the truth surfaced.
"So that's it, Sister Qiong's target is the Qian Yuan Sword Saint, deliberately putting on a show to lure him out."
ng Qingzhou chuckled inwardly.
Little girl, you underestimate Oni-san's wisdom. All your tricks are within Oni-san's expectations.
With that in mind, ng Qingzhou silently activated the Three Purities One Breath technique, erasing the Qian Yuan Sword Saint version of his clone and creating a new one with a fresh appearance.
A young man in black clothes, with a mix of coldness, weariness, and a strong desire for immortality.
In the desolate valley, the cold wind blows, the cicadas sing in spring and autumn, and the young man returns... The new version of the Immortal Lord clone is freshly minted!
Using the Dao of Space-Ti, he sent this clone to the rugged mountains outside the Ancient Divine City.
Now, everything was ready, just waiting for the right mont.
Let's see how the little girl responds, hehehe...
ng Qingzhou said calmly, "I happen to know a friend whose dical skills are on par with mine. He lives near the Ancient Divine City. I'll call him over."
A hint of joy flashed in Lian Yue's eyes. (Author: if you like this novel and want to read more in advance, please support on .)
Success! She knew there were no human settlents near the Ancient Divine City, so ng Qingzhou must be planning to have his disciple, the Qian Yuan Sword Saint, step in.
'The City Lord is indeed wise, easily manipulating the Space-Ti Sword Saint and his disciple,' Lian Yue thought excitedly.
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Monts later, two foreign tribe soldiers led a stern-faced young man in a black robe to ng Qingzhou and the others.
Lian Yue was dumbfounded, pointing at the 'ng Qingzhou clone,' and asked, "Who is he?"
She had seen the portrait of the Qian Yuan Sword Saint, a graceful and classical handso man. This black-robed youth, however, exuded a cold and emotionless aura.
"My dearest friend, my brother, nad Fang Yuan," ng Qingzhou said with a smile.
You think you can play ? You're still too green!
"Brother Fang Yuan, the City Lord is critically ill. We're counting on you," ng Qingzhou said earnestly, patting the 'Fang Yuan version clone.'
'Fang Yuan' nodded, succinctly saying, "Got it."
Lian Yue was speechless for a mont, feeling stuck with an old complaint, unsure whether to voice it.
Wait a minute...
This is wrong! I'm looking for the Qian Yuan Sword Saint, who is this Fang Yuan?
"Can he do it? Maybe you should find soone else," Lian Yue said, her smile stiffening as she looked at ng Qingzhou.
Fang Yuan's eyes were empty, as if he saw all beings as ants (actually blind), and he said calmly:
"Don't worry."
Just two words, without any guarantees, yet it felt incredibly reassuring.
Lian Yue had a vague sense of unease but could only lead Fang Yuan to the City Lord's mansion.
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