“Here…” Su Yun’s fingertip trembled as she pointed stiffly at her own lower abdomen.
At the edge of that ghastly wound, a faint glow shimmered, and blinding blood kept gushing out, impossible to stop.
“Hiss—” Mo Qingqing’s brows furrowed sharply, a heavy look flashing in her eyes.
“This is a supra-level technique.”
She had just wanted to ask Su Yun how she’d managed to get such a serious injury, when her gaze swept to the mangled corpse nearby. Her pupils shrank abruptly: “Level 78?!”
Mo Qingqing was completely stunned.
She’d soloed a supra-level?
No, impossible!
An entry-level taking down a supra-level?
And someone who’d only just started learning magic not long ago?
Either she was insane, or this world was.
After a long moment, she finally asked,
“How on earth did you do it?”
“I…I was just passing by, and then…” Su Yun sniffled, stammering through a jumbled account of what had happened.
Mo Qingqing was silent for a moment, finally sorting through the sequence of events. Her elegant brows rose slightly.
Even if the opponent had been on his last legs at the time…
But to beat a supra-level knight to death by sheer martial skill…
Looks like this little fox of mine is far more formidable than I thought.
“Don’t panic.”
She reached out and firmly rubbed Su Yun’s tear-streaked face.
Blood and dust were mixed together, so much that Su Yun’s original appearance was all but unrecognizable.
Even her fluffy fur was matted and tangled everywhere.
At this moment, Su Yun looked just like a beggar.
But Mo Qingqing didn’t seem to mind at all.
“It’s fine, it’s just that the blood won’t stop.
That knight’s power is already very weak. The lingering law energy at most cuts off your internal life laws; it can’t actually destroy them.”
Sniffling, Su Yun looked up at her, those damp eyes brimming with tears, making Mo Qingqing’s heart itch.
Even this dirty…how does this little thing still look so pleasing to the eye?
“I… I won’t die, right?”
“You won’t. This amount of blood loss isn’t enough to be fatal. And without a source to sustain it, that law energy will dissipate on its own in at most ten days.”
“Wu…” Hearing this, Su Yun finally let out a sigh of relief.
“The goods?” Mo Qingqing held out her hand.
“All…all packed in.” Su Yun quickly wiped away her tears and handed over all her spatial devices.
Mo Qingqing casually rinsed them off with a stream of water, then checked through them.
Soon, Mo Qingqing nodded slightly.
Not a bad haul.
Not only were there some Magus Lords’ items, but also things from the Elemental Church, and plenty of Aurn.
She hadn’t expected Su Yun to snatch anything valuable.
This time, bringing her out was really just to temper her, maybe get a little pleasant surprise.
Who’d have thought, Su Yun handed her a massive surprise directly.
Not only did she take down a supra-level knight, she also bagged his loot.
Mo Qingqing crouched down and searched the knight’s ruined corpse for a while, quickly fishing out a bone engraved with bizarre markings.
With a little force, she tore the bone free from the corpse.
This was a Collapsed Elemental Barrier unique to the Elemental Church, able to assimilate items into an elemental state and store them inside.
Basically, a one-use, extra-large storage tool.
It’s easy to store things in it, but to retrieve anything, you have to destroy the entire barrier.
Still, the storage space was huge—big enough to fit a grand cathedral.
Such terrifying capacity was far beyond Lin Mo’s ring.
Mo Qingqing simply transferred all the contents of her own spatial devices into this bone.
She intended to have Su Yun go out again.
Su Yun instantly saw through her thoughts.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she dove over and clung tightly to her arm, her voice thick with sobs, her body trembling uncontrollably, “Master, please let me go this time, I really… really have no magic left at all…”
Looking at her so weak and helpless, Mo Qingqing swallowed back the words on her lips.
Only mid-tier mages could absorb Aurn to replenish magic power. Su Yun was just entry-level; once her mana was exhausted, she could only recover slowly on her own.
“Alright.” Mo Qingqing sighed helplessly, ruffling her little head again.
Let’s just count it as a reward.
“See that wooden house over there? Go in and have someone treat your wound, then take a bath and put on clean clothes.”
“Thank you, Master!” Su Yun instantly relaxed.
Sure enough, you can’t just sit and wait to die. When it’s time to act cute, act cute; when it’s time to play the innocent, play the innocent.
Back when I was a man, I would’ve died of embarrassment doing this.
But it’s different now—a single misstep means certain death, who has time for pride?
Even if you’ve never eaten pork, you’ve at least seen pigs run, right?
She’d memorized all those cutesy routines from Galla Gemu by heart.
Dominant goddess, sweet little girl.
Just takes some practice.
Once I’m back, I’ll spill everything to Mo Qingqing!
Su Yun made her plans, staggering toward the wooden house.
In her little head, she kept rehearsing what she wanted to say later.
Soon she reached the wooden house.
Pushing open the door, a pungent medicinal smell hit her.
The inside of the cabin was simple: rows of white beds neatly lined up, some separated by just a few wooden boards.
Many beds held patients, breathing weakly.
There were basic male and female bath rooms on each side of the house, with piles of clean white clothing at their doors.
The only thing worth mentioning was that the inside of the cabin was much larger than it looked from outside.
Clearly, the builder had used a fair bit of space law.
“Lie over there.” A blood-soaked witch walked over, expressionless, and pointed to one of the curtained beds.
She did notice the tattered collar on Su Yun’s neck, but didn’t pay it much mind.
Anyone who knew about this wooden house, even if a pet or a slave, must be a favored one.
After all, those who could lie here were either high-level or supra-level.
There was even a former Lord here.
One more low-tier pet was nothing.
Su Yun obediently went and lay down.
The witch didn’t waste words. She raised her hand, casting a neural anesthesia spell.
Right after, her knife flashed as she swiftly sliced away the flesh around the wound, then poured a bottle of emerald green potion onto it.
The potion’s life law clashed violently with the residual supra-level law in the wound, sizzling and sparking with flecks of light, like a miniature fireworks show.
The witch seemed unfazed, as if she’d expected it, and calmly made another cut.
This time, Su Yun’s wound began to heal rapidly, leaving not a trace behind.
“All done. Get your clothes from the door, wash up, change, and then get lost.”
With that, she turned and left.
Such minor injuries really were a waste of time.
After all, she herself was the original master of the Path of Healing.
Even if it was just a minor branch of the life laws.
But still, a Lord, after all.