Ye Qiu’s body lay motionless on the ground, lifeless.
The sudden turn of events terrified Tang Fei and the others.
“No, Ye Qiu failed to survive the tribulation.”
“What do we do?”
“Medic, medic…”
Tang Fei shouted, urging the medics to check Ye Qiu’s condition.
“I’m a doctor,” Su Luoying said, lifting her skirt and running towards Ye Qiu.
“Can she do it?” Long Ye doubted Su Luoying’s medical skills.
Su Xiaoxiao said, “My sister is the top divine physician of Miaojiang, her skills are no less than Director Ye’s.”
“Oh?” Long Ye was surprised.
Su Luoying reached Ye Qiu, seeing his charred, torn body, her eyes reddened, and tears fell uncontrollably.
She grasped his wrist.
No pulse!
Su Luoying’s mind went blank.
“How’s Ye Qiu?” Tang Fei and the others approached, asking urgently.
Su Luoying remained silent, tears streaming down, unaware of why she felt such pain for someone she’d only met today, unable to suppress her grief.
“What’s wrong with Ye Qiu? Speak!” Tang Fei shouted at her.
Seeing Su Luoying’s expression, Su Xiaoxiao knew something was wrong and said, “Let me check Director Ye.”
She took Ye Qiu’s pulse.
Her face paled instantly.
“How’s the boss?” Han Long asked.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Han Long, then at Tang Fei and the others, seeing their expectant gazes, she hesitated before saying, “No pulse, Director Ye, he’s dead.”
Dead!
Tang Fei felt as if struck by lightning, nearly collapsing.
Before coming, the War God had repeatedly stressed to protect Ye Qiu at all costs, now that Ye Qiu was dead, how could he face the War God?
“Ye Qiu can’t be dead!”
“He definitely isn’t dead!”
“You must be mistaken!”
“Medic, medic…”
Tang Fei shouted, and two medics rushed over.
“Check Ye Qiu quickly,” Tang Fei urged.
The two medics examined Ye Qiu together, exchanged a glance, and one reported to Tang Fei.
“Report, sir, Dr. Ye is deceased.”
What!
Tang Fei, overcome with grief, fainted on the spot.
Qilin and the others paled, their sorrow unconcealed.
Ye Qiu was their brother, the leader of Dragon Gate, with the Nine Thousand Years dead and now Ye Qiu, they felt the sky had collapsed!
“Brother Ye Qiu!” Zhao Hu cried out, kneeling, sobbing uncontrollably.
Han Long turned away, wiping tears secretly.
Qilin muttered, “No, Ye Qiu wouldn’t die like this. Master Longbrow said he carries great destiny, favored by the heavens, he’s not short-lived, he can’t be dead.”
“You two, start emergency treatment.”
“Save Ye Qiu at all costs!”
Qilin shouted at the medics.
The two medics stepped aside, bowing slightly, saying to Qilin, “Please accept our condolences!”
“Condolences, my ass!” Qilin kicked the speaking medic, roaring, “Ye Qiu isn’t dead, save him!”
The medics didn’t move.
“Su Xiaoxiao, you’re a doctor, you can save Ye Qiu, right?” Qilin asked, eyes red.
Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head, tears welling, and said apologetically, “I’m sorry.”
Thud!
Qilin slumped to the ground, his heart ashen, after a while, he looked up, saw the thunderclouds still lingering, drew a knife, stood, and pointed at the sky, roaring, “You caused Ye Qiu’s death, I’ll destroy you!”
With that, Qilin charged at the lightning with his knife.
“Pfft!”
His blade struck empty air.
The lightning vanished suddenly, and two streams of innate true qi let out joyful dragon cries, swiftly returning to Ye Qiu’s body.
“Snap!”
Suddenly, Ye Qiu’s charcoal-like body twitched.
“He moved, Young Master Ye moved!” Su Luoying shouted, overjoyed.
Everyone looked at Ye Qiu.
“Snap!”
Ye Qiu’s blackened hand pressed against the ground, slowly pushing himself up, though his body was charred, his eyes were strikingly clear.
Opening his eyes, he saw Su Luoying’s beautiful face.
“You’re alive?”
Su Luoying looked at him, tears turning to a radiant smile, outshining the landscape.
Stunning!
Ye Qiu paused, asking, “Why are you here?”
“I…” Su Luoying wanted to explain but didn’t know what to say, summoning courage from nowhere, she stepped forward and hugged Ye Qiu.
A unique, pure fragrance filled his senses.
Ye Qiu’s heart stirred.
But soon, he noticed something odd, Su Luoying’s body was icy, like unmelting frost.
Such heavy cold qi!
Ye Qiu wanted to check her pulse to discern her condition, but Su Luoying suddenly pulled away.
“My body carries heavy cold qi, I’m afraid it might affect you,” she said, glancing at him, her face flushing as she lowered her head.
Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao, on impulse, also hugged Ye Qiu.
“Director Ye, I was so worried!”
Ye Qiu felt an overwhelming presence, and with so many people around, he grew embarrassed, gently pushing Su Xiaoxiao away, smiling, “I’m fine.”
Qilin approached Ye Qiu.
“Brother, I knew you’d be okay,” Qilin said, opening his arms for a hug.
“Get lost!” Ye Qiu glared at him, scoffing, “I don’t do guys.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
Qilin wasn’t embarrassed.
Ye Qiu patted Qilin’s shoulder, smiling, “The tribulation was strong, but my life’s tougher.”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine now.”
“Brother Zhao Hu, Han Long, sorry for worrying you… huh!” Ye Qiu noticed Tang Fei, asking, “What’s wrong with Old Tang?”
Long Ye explained, “Old Tang thought you were gone, fainted from grief.”
Ye Qiu felt a wave of warmth.
Long Ye grinned, “I’ll wake Old Tang, let him rejoice.”
“No,” Ye Qiu stopped him, saying, “Old Tang’s been exhausted these days, let him rest.”
“Alright,” Long Ye nodded.
Ye Qiu continued, “Everyone, fall back to your positions, I have something to take care of.”
They retreated.
Ye Qiu sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and activated the Nine-Turn Dragon Art.
After a while, “crack!”
The charred layer on his body peeled off, revealing new, jade-like skin.
About fifteen minutes later, “roar—”
“Roar—”
“Roar—”
Three dragon cries echoed, and three streams of innate true qi burst from Ye Qiu’s crown.
