"General? General? How are you feeling?"
Zhang Han's voice trembled slightly. His figure is fixed in front of the bed like a statue, his eyes filled with worry and expectation, and that low call seems to be trying to bring Qin Yi back from the endless abyss.
Qin Yi slowly raises his head, his gaze is like a torch, but it hides a bit of fatigue. The corner of his mouth gently lifts, and he reluctantly says, "Zhang Han, don't worry, I am unharmed."
Having said that, Zhang Han's face was gloomy. His brows are tightly locked, his hands behind his back, slightly trembling, as if he has a thousand words pressed in his throat, but they eventually turn into a sigh.
Qin Yi has long understood his concerns. He reaches out and gently puts his hand on Zhang Han's shoulder, his gaze is like still water, but with unquestionable firmness: "Zhang Han, don't listen to those medical women's alarmist talk, I am just temporarily weak."
He gave a slight beat, and then raised a smile from the corner of his eye, like a confident and calm commander in the sand, "You go out and rest. Within a few moments, you'll be able to see a lively General Qin!"
This was said lightly, but it caused Zhang Han's brows to furrow even tighter. He opened his mouth to say something, but was firmly pinned down by Qin Yi's sharp, knife-like gaze.
Zhang Han took a deep breath and promised in a low voice. His footsteps were hesitant and heavy as he turned towards the door, not forgetting to gently cover the door of the room on his way out.
Outside the door, the sound of footsteps faded away.
Inside the room, Qin Yi exhales a long breath of turbid air, his entire back seems to have unloaded a huge mountain. His face grew paler and paler, and fine beads of sweat faintly seeped out from his forehead.
At this moment, his body was like a candle in the wind, so weak that even lifting his arm seemed difficult. He understood that this was the backlash of the Blood Sacrifice Technique, the price for burning his qi and blood. If it was an ordinary person, he would have long been like a withered wood, no longer alive.
But Qin Yi was different. He was Qin Yi - a person who dared to change his fate against the heavens!
Closing his eyes, his consciousness sinks into his mind, and in the system warehouse, a Rejuvenation Pill surfaces before his eyes.
The moment the elixir was taken out, a small, dark pill was added to his hand. Qin Yi gazes at the inconspicuous elixir, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, "This little thing, can it really heal everything?"
He shook his head and shook off the unnecessary thoughts as he swallowed the pill in one gulp.
As the pill entered his abdomen, a scalding hot current swept through his limbs and bones like a river breaking its banks. His body trembled violently, and even his breathing lagged for a moment. A moment later, that hot stream begins to nourish every meridian and every inch of muscle in his body, as if a thousand year dry desert welcomes a pouring rain, and his vitality recovers at an astonishing speed.
Qin Yi held his breath and felt the changes within his body. The scorching heat gradually turns into warmth, his originally dried up qi and blood re-fills up, the withered meridians are like spring grass returning to green, and his physical strength and vitality are even more vigorous than before he was injured!
After a quarter of an hour, Qin Yi slowly opens his eyes. He gently clenches his fists, his knuckles emit a crisp sound, and a sense of strength re-fills his entire body. He secretly sighed in his heart, **Good Rejuvenation Pill, it really is a miraculous medicine for the ages! **
Without much thought, Qin Yi's consciousness once again sinks into the system space. His gaze sweeps over the two unused rewards, and his mind moves slightly.
The first one, the Merit Strength Pill.
"An elixir that enhances internal strength, available to martial artists below the innate, no more than three per dose, or else a light case of qi vein disruption, or a heavy case of violent death."
Qin Yi's gaze condenses.
This is the medicine of fighting for one's life, if not compelled to do so, no one would dare to try it easily. However, he did not hesitate and already had a calculation in his mind.
The second item, The Divine Shadow Steps.
A system prompt suddenly sounded, "Ding! Detected that the host has a special technique, does he comprehend it on his own?"
Qin Yi softly said, "Comprehend."
As soon as the words fell, there was a roar in his mind as countless essentials about the Divine Shadow Steps surged into his consciousness. This light skill, with its strange steps and wind-like figure, was treacherous and unpredictable in its movements.
When all the information was digested, Qin Yi opened his eyes and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He reaches out and takes the porcelain bottle, pours out three lime green power pills and swallows them without hesitation.
As the elixir enters his mouth, his qi sea shakes as a surge of internal energy rushes through his meridians. He felt that his strength was climbing at an unbelievable speed, and his entire being was like a phoenix reborn from fire, glowing with a brand new vitality and strength!
Outside Fancheng City, the setting sun was like blood.
Two Healer women were striding along, their shadows stretched out by the setting sun.
"Master, do you really think that General Qin is still saved?" The young girl's voice was low, and her pace was not as light as usual.
The woman stopped her steps and shook her head slightly, "His qi and blood are depleted as it is, I have already used all my silver needle secret techniques to pull him back from death's door, but the aftermath ..." she sighed, her tone of voice was filled with deep helplessness, "I'm afraid that it will be difficult to pick up the blades anymore, and even have to spend the rest of his life on a bed."
The young girl's face grew darker and darker, her hands tightly clenching the corner of her coat.
Seeing this, the woman softly said, "But Rong'er, you shouldn't be too pessimistic. He is a Heavy Pupil Saint, and has his own destiny to favor him, so there might be a miracle."
"Master, what exactly is a Heavy Pupil Saint?" A trace of doubt appeared in the young girl's eyes, "Is it really that terrifying, or ... that miraculous?"
The woman pondered for a moment, her gaze complexly looking into the distance, "Ancient books recorded that the Heavy Pupil Saint descended into the world, the world may set off a bloody storm, and people's livelihoods are in many difficulties; however, some people say that he is the son of heaven's destiny who saves the world."
"Whether it's a curse or a blessing, I'm afraid no one can understand."
After saying that, the woman turned back and took Rong'er's hand, "It seems that we must terminate this trip and rush back to the Healing Family as soon as possible to ask the elders to make a decision."
The two of them quickened their pace and drifted farther and farther away. The sun sank, leaving only a roiling twilight color between heaven and earth, and the wind whispered.