Bai Bing’s heart ached as if it were being twisted by a knife.
She could tell that Ye Qiu was bearing unimaginable grief in his heart.
She didn’t know how to comfort Ye Qiu, and any words of comfort would seem pale and powerless at this moment.
Bai Bing stepped forward, tightly embracing Ye Qiu, and whispered in his ear, “Go to Miaojiang quickly!”
“Stay safe.”
“Take care on the way!”
Ye Qiu let out a soft “mm,” released Bai Bing, got into the car, and instructed Xiao Zhan, “Take me home.”
“Yes!”
Xiao Zhan drove the car, taking Ye Qiu home.
Ten minutes later.
Ye Qiu arrived downstairs and instructed Xiao Zhan, “Book a ticket to Miaojiang for Su Xiaoxiao as well…”
Before he could finish.
His phone suddenly rang.
Ye Qiu took out his phone and saw it was a call from the War God, his heart sinking instantly, an uneasy feeling welling up.
He quickly answered the call.
Ye Qiu asked, “Chief, has something new happened in Miaojiang?”
“Ye Qiu, I just got news that Qinglong is critically injured and Kylin is in bad shape too. Fortunately, Tang Fei arrived with his men in time, or they would have met with disaster,” the War God asked, “Ye Qiu, where are you?”
Ye Qiu said, “I’m back in Jiangzhou, preparing to go to Miaojiang immediately.”
The War God didn’t ask why Ye Qiu returned to Jiangzhou but said, “I’ll call Gu Feng and Yang Qi, stationed at the Underworld Palace in Jiangzhou, to arrange an armed helicopter to take you to Miaojiang. I’ll send Tang Fei’s location to them, and you can head there to meet up with him directly.”
“Alright,” Ye Qiu agreed without hesitation.
The War God continued, “Now that Cao Yuan is dead, Qinglong and Kylin are injured, Dragon Gate can only rely on you to take charge.”
“I’ve instructed Tang Fei that once you arrive, all actions will be under your command.”
“Miaojiang is in a remote mountainous area, with many places lacking signal, so Diao Chan won’t be able to help you much this time.”
“Ye Qiu, once you’re in Miaojiang, you’ll have to rely on yourself.”
“Remember, no matter what, Dragon Gate must not fall into chaos.”
“And, if possible, wipe out the Witch God Sect. This evil organisation should have ceased to exist long ago.”
Clearly, Cao Yuan’s death had angered the War God as well.
“Rest assured, Chief, I’ll make the Witch God Sect disappear from this world forever.”
Ye Qiu hung up the phone and said to Xiao Zhan, “No need to book tickets, wait for me here.”
Ye Qiu quickly went upstairs, placed the Qiankun Cauldron at home, then grabbed the Emperor Sword Chixiao and hurriedly left.
After getting into the car.
Xiao Zhan asked, “Boss, where are we going now?”
“Wait a moment,” Ye Qiu sat in the car and waited.
Five minutes later.
His phone received a text message.
Ye Qiu then instructed Xiao Zhan, “Go to the Jiangzhou Military District.”
Twenty minutes later.
Ye Qiu arrived at the military district.
From a distance, he saw a helicopter already started, with Gu Feng and Yang Qi standing nearby.
As he got out of the car, Ye Qiu reminded Xiao Zhan, “Remember what I told you, I’m entrusting Jiangzhou to you.”
“Don’t worry, Boss, Jiangzhou will be fine with me,” Xiao Zhan, tempered by recent experiences, had matured.
Ye Qiu carried Su Xiaoxiao and quickly boarded the helicopter.
Soon, the helicopter soared into the sky.
Three hours later, the plane landed deep in the rugged mountains.
Ye Qiu, carrying Su Xiaoxiao, disembarked and saw Tang Fei and Long Ye, surrounded by two hundred heavily armed soldiers standing at attention.
“Ye Qiu, why did you bring a woman?” Tang Fei asked.
“She’s the Saintess of the Witch God Sect,” Ye Qiu said.
Hm?
Curiosity flashed across Tang Fei and Long Ye’s faces as they glanced at Su Xiaoxiao.
“Why is she unconscious?” Long Ye asked.
“I knocked her out,” Ye Qiu said to Gu Feng and Yang Qi, who had come with him, “I’m leaving Su Xiaoxiao in your care. Keep an eye on her.”
Yang Qi, somewhat concerned, asked, “How skilled is she? Will she resist when she wakes up?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve sealed her acupuncture points. She’s just an ordinary person now,” Ye Qiu said, roughly tossing Su Xiaoxiao to the ground.
At this moment, he had no inclination for gentleness.
Not to mention, this woman was the Saintess of the Witch God Sect.
Then, Ye Qiu asked Tang Fei, “I heard Qinglong and Kylin are injured. Where are they?”
“Follow me,” Tang Fei, with a grim expression, led Ye Qiu into the forest, saying as they walked, “Kylin’s condition is slightly better, just a few broken bones and some internal injuries. He’s in a coma.”
“As for Qinglong, he’s gravely injured. Whether he can be saved depends on your skills.”
Ye Qiu asked, “What about Jiuqiansui…”
Before Ye Qiu could finish, Tang Fei said, “I didn’t see Cao Yuan’s body. You’ll have to ask Qinglong and Kylin for the details when the time comes!”
Ye Qiu nodded.
After a few minutes of walking, two tents appeared, guarded by dozens of soldiers.
Tang Fei led Ye Qiu into one of the tents.
Upon entering, Ye Qiu’s eyes turned red.
Qinglong lay on a camp bed, his clothes soaked in blood, his body covered in countless wounds.
By Ye Qiu’s estimate, Qinglong had at least twenty wounds visible at a glance—cuts, gunshot wounds, and injuries from hidden weapons, with bones exposed in several places, a shocking sight.
A military doctor stood by Qinglong’s side.
“Report the situation,” Tang Fei ordered the doctor.
The doctor said, “The patient has thirty-four wounds in total, three broken ribs, and severe lumbar spine damage. Even if he survives, he’ll likely spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair…”
“Enough nonsense. Tell me, where’s his fatal injury?” Ye Qiu asked.
The doctor replied, “The fatal injury is near the patient’s heart, where a poisoned needle is embedded, about five millimetres from the heart. The critical issue is that the poison has already spread into his heart’s meridians.”
The situation was dire.
Ye Qiu immediately crouched down, pulled out golden needles, and, without time to sterilise them, acted swiftly.
Swish!
Ye Qiu inserted three five-inch golden needles around Qinglong’s heart in a flash, then lifted Qinglong and pressed a palm against his back.
His inner energy surged wildly.
Ten seconds later.
Whoosh—
A poisoned needle shot out from Qinglong’s chest.
Then, Ye Qiu grabbed Qinglong’s wrist, activated his Heavenly Eye, and examined Qinglong’s blood vessels.
After half a minute.
Ye Qiu took a seven-inch golden needle, pierced it into Qinglong’s heart, and treated all the other wounds on his body before standing up.
“When will he wake?” Tang Fei asked.
Ye Qiu shook his head, “A large amount of poison has entered Qinglong’s heart meridians. He won’t wake up for now.”
“There’s only one way to save him, and that’s a blood transfusion, but it must be…”
“A full-body blood transfusion!”
