I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

"he……"

Luo Suichen felt at a loss for words. In those few breaths, he hadn't even been able to fully explore Huaisu's body. He dared not go deeper, for fear of breaking it.

"how is he?"

Luo Suichen shook his head, looking at Chu Chenmu with some confusion. "His meridians are broken."

"Which one?" Yan Jian'an pulled out handfuls of pills. "Which one is broken? I can cure it! Quickly, someone who understands pharmacology, give it to him, give it to him!"

"If this is not enough, I will send someone to fetch more, and I will have someone refine it."

Luo Suichen blinked very, very slowly: "...almost all of them are broken, less than one in ten survives."

The surroundings fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

One out of ten survives?

Damage to the spiritual veins is an extremely serious matter... At best, it will impair one's cultivation; at worst, it will endanger one's life.

Chu Chenmu once shattered Luo Suichen's heart meridian with a single palm strike. It took Yuanlu more than half a year of effort to refine just a small crack and make a single pill.

He dared not imagine how painful or dangerous it would be if his spiritual veins were severed.

Only one in ten survives.

"There's still half the potency of the 'Flower Intoxication' medicine in my body; maybe I can save another person."

Chu Chenmu couldn't quite remember what Huaisu's original words were. He hated himself for being so immersed in regret that he hadn't properly and carefully memorized Huaisu's words.

Huaisu saved more than one person.

He saved far more than just one more person...

Chu Chenmu staggered back a few steps. He looked up and spoke with a sorrowful voice, even forgetting that he could transmit his voice: "Master! I beg you to save him!"

Ren Junmo landed and, after examining the area, his expression turned extremely grim.

"He used his spiritual veins to contain demonic energy for too long, and there is no cure."

Will not.

"Master, there's another way, isn't there? There must be a way."

Ren Junmo remained silent. "His spiritual veins now contain demonic energy, but they cannot be transformed into demonic veins. Neither spiritual power nor demonic energy dares to save him."

“External injuries are easy to treat, but internal injuries…” He shook his head: “To heal them would almost require reshaping his body, which is beyond my ability.”

After listening for a while, Li Chenglin coldly said, "I have a life-saving pill. If I feed it to him, I don't know if he will live, but it will delay his death."

He smiled and said, "If you still believe me."

No one spoke. Li Chenglin's expression was somber: "Senior brother, back then, I was the leader among my peers in the art of alchemy."

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Ren Junmo held out his hand to him, palm up. "Give it to me, what are you waiting for?"

Li Chenglin handed over a porcelain bottle, turned around and left. "Believe it or not, I'm going to find my wicked disciple."

Ren Junmo carefully examined the pills, and there was nothing wrong with them on the outside. He looked at his little apprentice, and seeing that Chu Chenmu nodded, he fed the pills to him.

He admired the young monk. He had endured the dual pain of demonic bones transforming into spiritual energy and meridians rupture, yet he had persevered for so long.

They were actually willing to persist for so long.

He believed that if he didn't tell anyone, no one would know that he could be this safe haven.

Even considering the young monk Huaisu's kind heart, he was willing to do his best to save him. Moreover, he had already saved so many people, including his own disciple.

Huaisu's eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes to see a circle of heads surrounding him. Each of them had red eyes, indicating they had been worried about him for a long time.

He wanted to smile and say he was fine, but he didn't even have the strength to curl the corners of his lips.

He could feel a force within him repairing his body.

The demonic energy that had been unleashed was now difficult to suppress, and the spiritual energy from the pills was overwhelming his body, causing his numb body to feel pain again.

Perhaps elixirs are still superior; the body may be crushed and then restored, but it is only the body.

His meridians can never be restored.

Even if he survives, he might not live a good life, remaining disabled for the rest of his life, or perhaps a disabled person who looks like a demon.

Let's not waste everyone's energy.

Huaisu was perfectly clear-headed. He regained a little strength and gave a faint smile.

Those purple eyes curved slightly, still so clear, reminding them of their first meeting with him.

"I'm sorry to have worried everyone. Is everyone alright?"

Chu Chenmu's tears fell onto Huaisu's forehead, into the dried blood, and turned into a light pink.

You're the one in the most trouble here, aren't you stupid?

"It's alright, we're all fine, thanks to you." Yan Jian'an tugged at his sleeve to wipe the bloodstains on Huaisu's cheek. Only then did he dare to touch Huaisu. Before, the man had been unconscious, vomiting blood like a hole, as if he would never wake up again.

It's so bad that no one dares to touch it.

He said, "So you have to be alright too."

Huaisu tried to move his fingers, but the spiritual energy was almost completely suppressed in his body, as if he were bound with a thousand-pound stone and sharp spikes, unable to move and even feeling a stinging pain.

He lowered his eyes, concealing his emotions.

"It made everyone worried."

"It was a pleasure to meet you all during Huaisu's life."

"I am a bit tired."

He didn't say how tired he was.

Huaisu stared blankly at the small patch of sky peeking out between a few heads. He had been killed by enemies and his parents since childhood. He was taken in by the abbot and entered the Brahma Sound Pavilion. He had been practicing asceticism for decades and was given the name of a Buddhist disciple.

She was once very famous, but when she went out she had to cover her face with a curtain and use magic to conceal her eyes.

Unexpectedly, he became muddle-headed and revealed his demonic nature, was expelled from his sect, and was thus ostracized by the world. In just ten short years, he had failed to repay the deepest kindness, and his teachers and friends had died with him.

Now, with his life hanging by a thread, he refused to live a life of dishonor, preferring to perish like jade rather than live like a broken tile. In the Brahma Sound Pavilion, there are only Buddhist disciples who die in battle, not demonic cultivators who choose to live a life of dishonor.

I can say that I have lived up to the expectations of heaven and earth, and to my teacher.

He only felt guilty... guilty. Huaisu's gaze fell on Tian Yige, who was frowning and weeping. He hadn't testified for her, which must have angered Benefactor Tian. He only felt guilty towards her.

Huaisu recalled their reunion a few days ago, and the sword tassel still hanging on Tian Yige's sword. He couldn't see, hear, or explain his own heart, and he felt truly ashamed of himself.

If he remembered correctly, Tian Yige's sword did not have a sword spirit.

Then he should become a sword spirit, as an apology to her.

Huaisu remained silent for a moment, then suddenly forced a bright smile, his gaze sweeping over one face after another: "In this life, I am fortunate to have met several people, and I have no regrets even in death."

His fingers, which had been moving constantly at his sides, finally stopped—he had completed the order of dismemberment.

"Don't be sad, it hurts too much. It was my fear of pain that made me fail you."

A man who saved everyone by supporting a tenth of his meridians said he was afraid of pain.

Huaisu's body had begun to become unreal. He heard cries and screams around him, and heard someone's trembling voice begging him not to die.

And someone said that after one's body is destroyed, one's spirit still exists, and one can ask someone to save him.

He wanted to respond, but he was too weak. In the end, he could only look at Tian Yige.

"Don't...cry..."

The figure vanished.

In the next instant, Huaisu's primordial spirit entered the sword at Tian Yige's waist, and Tinghan, without her magical control, stood trembling in the air.

Everyone stared blankly at this unexpected scene.

Tian Yige stared wide-eyed at Ting Han now.

It moves automatically without command, guided by the will of the heart; it hears the cold and has a spirit.

This was what she had longed for most.

"Huaisu!"

"Who gave you permission to step on my sword without my consent! That's my sword! Get out of here! I won't let you in! Get out!! Get out..."

Chu Chenmu saw a grass with slightly open buds where Huaisu had disappeared on the ground, with purple leaves and red flowers, and was intoxicated by the sight of flowers.

With a flick of his sleeve, he stuffed the Flower Drunkenness into his storage ring.

Ting Han trembled for a long time before several sword energies fell to the ground—

I am sorry.

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(There will be a bonus chapter, and our Huaisu will be back!)