Hearing the voice, everyone turned to see Ye Wushuang striding forward, a long sword on his back.
Qian Jinglan followed, her face full of worry.
The Prophet saw Ye Wushuang, a flash of shock in her eyes, sensing a chilling killing intent from him. Though suppressed, it gave her a profound sense of danger.
*This man is unbeatable!*
The Prophet thought to herself.
“Wushuang, you’re finally here,” Elder Tang said, visibly excited.
Old Master Ye urged, “Wushuang, go see Ye Qiu, he’s not going to make it.”
“Don’t worry, Father. Since I’m here, Qiu won’t die,” Ye Wushuang said, leading Qian Jinglan into the ward.
Elder Tang and the others followed closely.
Upon entering, Qian Jinglan saw Ye Qiu, bloodied and mangled, and burst into tears, “Qiu’er—”
Overwhelmed, she fainted.
Ye Wushuang swiftly caught her, pressing a palm to her back, channeling a wisp of inner energy. Soon, Qian Jinglan woke.
“Jinglan, don’t be too sad, Qiu’er will be fine,” Ye Wushuang said, grabbing Ye Qiu’s wrist to check his pulse. Instantly, a fraction of his suppressed killing intent seeped out.
The room’s temperature plummeted, chilling everyone to the bone.
As Ye Wushuang examined Ye Qiu’s injuries, more killing intent leaked.
“Damn little devils, daring to touch my son. You must be tired of living,” Ye Wushuang roared, his killing intent flooding the room, making everyone feel as if their souls were unmoored.
Two doctors, ordinary people, collapsed to their knees, unable to withstand his aura.
Old Master Ye quickly said, “Wushuang, now’s not the time for anger. Rein in your killing intent, don’t scare everyone.”
Ye Wushuang withdrew it, and the group sighed in relief.
“Wushuang, with Ye Qiu so badly injured, can you heal him?” Elder Tang asked.
“Before my master left, he foresaw Qiu’er facing a life-or-death trial soon and left a pill for him,” Ye Wushuang said, pulling out a golden pill and placing it in Ye Qiu’s mouth.
“Can this pill save Ye Qiu?” Old General Bai asked skeptically.
Before Ye Wushuang arrived, the four National Medical Sages and over a hundred experts had examined Ye Qiu, all helpless. It was hard to believe a single pill could save him.
“Yes,” Ye Wushuang said firmly. “My master’s pill will definitely save Qiu’er’s life, but…”
“But what?” Qian Jinglan asked.
Ye Wushuang explained, “Qiu’er’s meridians are completely severed, likely from taking a drug that temporarily boosted his power, causing it to surge uncontrollably and backfire.”
“Also, his dragon aura was destroyed, his cultivation regressed, and the ten innate true qi in his body are severely damaged.”
“Though my master’s pill can save his life, his cultivation won’t recover to its former state.”
What!
Qian Jinglan’s tears flowed again as she collapsed onto Ye Qiu, sobbing, “My Qiu’er, why is your life so hard!”
Elder Tang and the others were overcome with sorrow.
Ye Qiu, so young with such high cultivation, had a bright future. Yet, this tragedy struck.
“Wushuang, I’m sorry! This is my fault. If I hadn’t sent Ye Qiu to investigate the uninhabited island, he wouldn’t be so gravely injured,” Elder Tang said guiltily.
Old Master Ye said, “It’s not your fault, Elder Tang. Qiu’er is a warrior, duty-bound to obey orders. Besides, the island was a trap. Dong sent so many masters, aiming to capture Qiu’er as a hostage to hunt Wushuang.”
Elder Tang said, “Regardless, I bear responsibility. If not for…”
“Elder Tang, no need to blame yourself,” Ye Wushuang interrupted. “Even if Qiu’er’s life couldn’t be saved, or if one day he falls on the battlefield, I wouldn’t blame you.”
“No matter what, the men of our Ye family swear to serve the nation with unwavering loyalty!”
Elder Tang, moved, said, “Your family’s devotion to the country and people is my fortune, and the fortune of our nation.”
Old Master Ye asked, “Wushuang, Qiu’er took the pill, why hasn’t he woken?”
Ye Wushuang said, “My master said it takes three days for him to wake after taking the pill.”
“Qiu’er’s injuries are severe. After he wakes, I’ll need to treat him further.”
Old General Bai said, “Ye Qiu’s a good lad. With such serious injuries, I worry he’ll struggle to accept his damaged cultivation when he wakes.”
The War God growled, “Damn little devils, I want to wipe them out.”
“This can’t be let go,” Elder Tang ordered. “Wei Donghai, command the fleet to march on Dong immediately. I want justice for Ye Qiu.”
“Elder Tang, this is our family matter, no need to trouble you,” Qian Jinglan said, then turned to Ye Wushuang. “Wushuang, I’ve never asked you for anything. This time, I’m begging you for one thing.”
“Jinglan, I know what you mean. No need for ‘beg’ between us. Don’t forget, Qiu’er is my son too,” Ye Wushuang said. “Jinglan, stay with Qiu’er. I’ll handle things.”
“Be careful,” Qian Jinglan urged.
“Don’t worry,” Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and left.
As he exited the ward, he stopped suppressing his killing intent. A terrifying aura shot skyward, chilling everyone in the building.
That night, countless Dong martial artists perished.
At midnight, Ye Wushuang returned to the ward.
Elder Tang and the others were still there. Qian Jinglan asked, “How many did you kill?”
Ye Wushuang said casually, “One thousand one hundred.”
Qian Jinglan’s eyes welled up.
“Enough?” Ye Wushuang asked.
“Not enough,” Qian Jinglan said, trembling. “I want them to pay tenfold.”
“Alright,” Ye Wushuang agreed softly, turning to leave again.
That day, eleven thousand Dong martial artists died. Except for the Shuiyue Sect, from King Realm masters to ordinary fighters, nearly all were slaughtered.
Dong’s rivers ran red with blood!
