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That gaze was like a warm charcoal fire, dispelling a trace of the chill in my heart.
She pursed her lips, a very soft sound rolling through her throat, then lowered her eyes and nodded gently.
A gentle evening breeze blew, and Ya Ya leaned into Hong Hong's arms, her shoulders slowly relaxing.
"Ya Ya, you go back to your room and rest for a while. I'll keep an eye on things here—"
Tu Shan Honghong's face lit up with joy, but just as her fingertips touched Ya Ya's back, she was abruptly interrupted by a sharp exclamation.
"Holy crap! Red! Red! The Dao Alliance has attacked!"
Cui Yuling's voice was filled with panic as she pointed to the direction of billowing smoke in the distance, her eyes wide.
Tu Shan Honghong raised an eyebrow slightly, "What's there to be afraid of? We've fought before, we'll just fight them back."
But as soon as she finished speaking, her pupils suddenly contracted the moment she saw who it was.
There were only about twenty people who came, far fewer than before, but the magical energy emanating from them made her heart sink.
They all exuded the aura of powerful demon kings, with one even faintly approaching the level of a demon emperor, making the air seem to freeze.
The old man in the Taoist robe held the King's Power Sword, and the King's Power Sword Intent flowing on the sword almost pierced the sky. Just by standing there, Tu Shan Hong Hong dared not underestimate him in the slightest.
With such strength, if she were to actually fight, she might not be able to win with a 100% certainty.
Not to mention the more than twenty powerful demon kings.
Huh? That doesn't make sense...
Tushan has never provoked the Dao Alliance recently, so why are all the human powerhouses coming out in droves?
She subconsciously gathered her demonic power, about to question him, when she saw Wang Quanba Ye, who was at the very front, suddenly bend his knees and kneel down on the ground with a "thud." The speed of his movement stunned her.
"Wangquan Manor—Wangquan Baye, we earnestly beg the Medical Sage Cui Yuling to save Mu Qinghan!"
The boy's voice trembled uncontrollably, his face was anxious, and even the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
Several boys and girls followed suit and knelt down, their foreheads hitting the ground heavily with a dull thud, tears mingling with dust as they slid down their cheeks.
"I beg the Sage of Medicine to save Mu Qinghan!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya was walking back when she heard the name "Mu Qing Han" and suddenly turned around.
Her gaze cut through the crowd and locked onto the blood-covered figure in Old Man Mu's arms.
The boy's eyes were closed, his once vibrant face was now bloodless, and several deep wounds that revealed the bone were exposed beneath his tattered clothes. His breath was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.
"So cold and desolate..."
Ya Ya's pupils suddenly contracted, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Before Cui Yuling and Tu Shan Honghong could react, she leaped off the city wall.
"How dare you, witch!"
Upon seeing this, the Zhang family patriarch's expression instantly tensed, and his long sword was drawn with a "hum," its sharp sword energy pointing directly at Ya Ya.
But before he could make a move, he was firmly stopped by Wang Quan Shouzhuo.
Wang Quan Shouzhuo's eyes were fixed on Tu Shan Yaya, who was running towards him at high speed.
If she dares to harm Qinghan, today…
However, what happened next left everyone speechless.
Tu Shan Ya Ya rushed straight to Mu Qing Han's side, her scalding tears falling unexpectedly onto the boy's blood-stained clothes, her voice choked with sobs and almost incoherent.
"How...how could you be injured like this..."
She reached out, but stopped abruptly just before touching the boy's wound, afraid that her strength would cause him more pain.
"Blood...so much blood...why is there so much blood..."
"How much pain he must be in..."
Ya Ya felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, the pain making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She suddenly looked up and screamed at the Jade Spirit on the city wall.
"Sister Cui! Sister Cui! Please save him! Please come and save him!"
The members of the Dao Alliance looked at each other, all bewildered.
This second-in-command of Tushan doesn't seem to want anything to harm Qinghan at all; on the contrary, he seems more anxious than they are.
"The Jade Physician Saint!"
Wang Quan Shouzhuo was the first to react, and he quickly cupped his hands towards Cuiyu Ling on the city wall, his tone pleading.
"As long as Qinghan can be saved, the Dao Alliance will do its best to satisfy whatever you want!"
"Huh? Oh oh oh..."
Cui Yuling finally snapped out of her shock and looked at Tu Shan Honghong with a questioning look in her eyes.
Tu Shan Honghong frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then nodded gently to Cui Yuling.
"Then Honghong, I...I'll go?"
Upon receiving Tu Shan Hong Hong's reply, Cui Yu Ling's demonic power surged beneath her feet, and a green halo carried her figure as she flew towards the city.
Upon seeing this, the members of the Dao Alliance instinctively retreated in unison, quickly making way for Mu Qinghan. They even unconsciously softened their breathing, afraid of disturbing this only hope.
As she landed, her skirt swayed gently. Cui Yuling's gaze swept over the surrounding crowd, and she couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
"This... has gathered all of humanity's top powerhouses?"
"I knew this kid had a high status among humans, but I didn't expect it to be this high."
Her gaze inadvertently fell on the head of the Zhang family.
The man's stance when he drew his sword was incredibly fierce, but when he saw her looking over, he was first stunned, and then stiffly tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He tried to force a smile that could be described as "kind," but his tense cheeks made the smile look particularly unnatural.
Cui Yuling withdrew her gaze, too lazy to pay attention to these people's deliberate flattery, and quickly walked to Mu Qinghan's side and squatted down.
A wisp of gentle demonic power clung to her fingertips as she lightly touched the boy's forehead. The next second, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with shock.
"He's seriously injured... His internal organs are shattered to varying degrees, and at least seven or eight bones are broken. Even a tough-skinned demon would have been dead long ago if injured like this. This kid..."
She sensed the faint yet tenacious life force pulsating within the boy's body and sighed inwardly, "His willpower is terrifyingly strong."
Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Ya Ya's tears flowed uncontrollably once again.
"Mu Bingkuai...please...don't die...don't die..."
Cui Yuling carefully reached out and used her demonic power to support Mu Qinghan's back and knees, gently lifting him up by the waist with tender movements.
As she stood up, she glanced at Tu Shan Ya Ya, who was still wiping away tears, and nodded gently with a hint of reassurance in her eyes.
Then, Cui Yuling turned around with Mu Qinghan in her arms and walked towards the city wall, pausing slightly as she passed the Dao Alliance members.
"I will try my best to save him, but you must guarantee that you will not cause any damage within the territory of Tushan during my treatment. If you disturb the patient, you will bear the consequences."
"The Sage of Medicine is joking!"
Wang Quan Shouzhou spoke first, his tone both respectful and urgent, "How could we do such a thing? We'll just stay here and wait obediently, and we won't take a single step out of line!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The other family heads quickly echoed, afraid of displeasing Cui Yuling.
"We'll just stay here and watch over you, we won't do anything, so you can focus on your treatment!"
Everyone's eyes followed Cui Yuling's retreating figure, their eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Chapter 76 Unable to Move
My whole body... hurts so much...
The dull pain felt like fine needles, drilling from the temples deep into the skull.
Mu Qinghan's consciousness was blurred, and his eyelids felt incredibly heavy.
He struggled to lift a crack, but what he saw was not the familiar space, but a bamboo roof glowing with warm light.
A faint, delicate fragrance wafted in the air.
Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he instinctively wanted to sever the illusion with a single sword strike.
But his fingertips felt as if they were bound by invisible chains, and he couldn't move at all, let alone mobilize his magic power.
The magical power within his meridians was like a frozen stream, and this feeling of powerlessness sent chills down his spine.
His Adam's apple bobbed as if he wanted to shout, and his lips opened and closed several times, but he could only make faint, breathy sounds that he couldn't even hear himself.
Her gaze swept frantically around her, and when it landed on the edge of the bed, Mu Qinghan's breath suddenly stopped.
Tu Shan Ya Ya was curled up there, her blue clothes half-undone, revealing her slender neck and a small patch of fair shoulder.
She turned her face to the side, her long, thick eyelashes like butterfly wings covering her eyes, where tear stains still clung.
Even in his sleep, he had a slight frown, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.
He silently called out to himself, his pupils suddenly contracting.
How did she end up next to me?
In a daze, Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly let out a soft moan, her brows furrowing even more tightly, as if she were being haunted by a nightmare.
She unconsciously snuggled closer to him, her delicate chin resting gently on his shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his neck, carrying a familiar sweet scent.
The heat penetrated through the fabric, scalding Mu Qinghan and making him stiffen.
What shocked him even more was that his hand, which was hanging by his side, was suddenly enveloped by something soft and slowly sank into it.
I can't move...
Mu Qinghan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a surge of anxiety welled up in his heart.
He could feel Ya Ya's body trembling slightly, smell the cool fragrance in her hair, and even see the tiny teardrops clinging to her eyelashes.
The illusion was so real that he was almost drowning in it.
He gritted his teeth, mustered the last of his strength, and finally managed to twitch his fingertips slightly.
The sensation was terrifyingly clear, warm and soft.