“Can we really heal her?”
“Is your Lingli really that powerful?” Zhu Siyao anxiously twisted her fingers beside him, her voice hesitant.
The female disciple before them looked pale as death, her breath faint like a dying candle flickering in the wind.
Her life was hanging by a thread, sustained only by an indomitable will and several Immortal Materials forcibly keeping her alive.
If she weren’t Tang Zhaoxue’s True Disciple, it was likely that with the withdrawal of those materials, she would have long since passed away.
“Me? With my Foundation Establishment cultivation, my Lingli alone can’t save her,” Jiang Huai shook his head.
His Yin-Yang Spiritual Power wasn’t that extraordinary. Such severe injuries were beyond the saving capacity of someone at Foundation Establishment.
Zhu Siyao grew even more anxious. “But you just said—”
Then why did you say you could save her? If you can’t, who knows what twisted things that female Sect Leader outside might do.
Even if she doesn’t take her life, Jiang Huai would probably face endless humiliation and violation.
The thought of that scene gripped Zhu Siyao with a deep helplessness, throwing her mind into chaos.
She was out of options.
Jiang Huai, however, remained calm and unhurried, diving his Divine Sense into his Storage Ring to search around.
After a moment, several pills appeared in his palm—round as jade and glowing with an eerie radiance.
The moment the pills emerged, an indescribable, refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly filled the room. Just one breath made one feel invigorated.
“What kind of pills are these?” Zhu Siyao looked at the clearly extraordinary pills and immediately understood.
Who Jiang Huai was, his background and status—
This man before her was someone treasured by that Evil Dragon and the Mahayana Sword Immortal; how could he lack medicinal herbs for healing?
“I certainly can’t save her, but Qing Yue gave me many good things.”
“Even just a little bit of what he’s got would be enough for all the cultivators in this world,” Jiang Huai honestly replied to Zhu Siyao.
In terms of value, his background far exceeded Tang Zhaoxue’s.
A mobile treasure trove, a dimensional downgrade strike on this world.
No matter how powerful Tang Zhaoxue was, she was still only at Divine Transformation—not even at the top level of Divine Transformation in the Five Provinces Continent.
“But aren’t you afraid she’ll forcibly search your Storage Ring?” Zhu Siyao suddenly thought of this, worry creeping into her voice.
Right now, both of them were in Tang Zhaoxue’s hands—what could possibly be left undiscovered?
Jiang Huai examined the disciple’s injuries while speaking.
“Do you think, with her cultivation, she could break through an Array Restriction laid by a Mahayana-level cultivator?”
This ring looked ordinary but held hidden mysteries inside, completely impervious to Tang Zhaoxue’s Divine Sense.
“Give me your collar,” Jiang Huai said, reaching toward Zhu Siyao.
Zhu Siyao was momentarily stunned but reluctantly removed the collar from her neck, muttering, “My mother gave this to me. I don’t want to give it to her.”
Though she said that, she still took it off.
“That’s not a collar. It’s called a Yunling Golden Collar. Don’t call it a collar!”
Calling it a collar made it sound like she was a pet.
Jiang Huai took the Yunling Golden Collar carefully and placed it gently around the female disciple’s slender neck. A gentle power slowly emanated, stabilizing her wavering Soul.
He carefully pried open the girl’s mouth and placed a pill inside.
The pill melted upon entering, transforming into a warm, vast yet gentle medicinal force that swiftly spread through her limbs and body.
The miraculous effect was almost immediate!
The disciple’s deathly pale complexion visibly faded, replaced by a faint blush.
The grotesque, terrifying wounds on her body rapidly sprouted flesh buds, wriggling and driving away the dark deathly energy with a surge of vitality. New skin grew swiftly, healing the injuries.
Even the dried-up meridians and dantian within her body began to regain vitality under this powerful medicinal energy.
Zhu Siyao watched dumbfounded beside them, murmuring instinctively,
“Isn’t using such precious pills on her a bit…”
She wanted to say “wasteful,” but seeing a life being saved, she swallowed the words back, only amazed by Jiang Huai’s immense wealth.
After a while, the True Disciple Mu Nianyan’s long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze was initially hazy, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings as she weakly murmured, “Where is this?”
“The Xie Tide… has it receded?”
Her first reaction was still concern for the frontline battle.
Jiang Huai’s heart tightened as he listened.
No matter how cruel this world was, this person before him had been fighting to protect those behind her.
He soothed her gently, “Don’t worry, you are safely back at the sect now.”
“The matter of the Xie Tide will be decided by the Sect Master. Just focus on your recovery.”
Mu Nianyan then realized it was Jiang Huai who had saved her. She struggled to salute him. “Young Lord Jiang, so it was you…”
“Thank you, thank you.”
“Where is Master?”
“Outside.”
Once her condition stabilized, Jiang Huai took back the collar and stood up, opening the door.
Outside, Tang Zhaoxue was indeed standing quietly, showing her sincerity.
When her gaze passed Jiang Huai and landed on the disciple inside—who not only had awakened but looked much healthier and whose cultivation seemed to have subtly advanced—
Those beautiful eyes, usually filled with authority or desire, were full of incredulous shock.
Injured so severely, and healed this well? Has it only been half an hour?
How on earth did he manage this? So quickly?
“Master, Master…” Mu Nianyan staggered to her feet and walked toward Tang Zhaoxue.
Having just returned from death’s door, she was finally back.
“My good disciple, my good disciple.” Tang Zhaoxue, despite her shock, looked at her beloved disciple with utmost relief.
In both will and talent, Mu Nianyan had made her extremely satisfied.
She turned to Jiang Huai, her expression serious.
“Thank you. Though I do not know how you revived Nianyan, I will remember this favor.”
Hearing this, Zhu Siyao immediately wanted to lash out, glaring fiercely at Tang Zhaoxue.
You’ll remember? What kind of empty words are those?
Jiang Huai, however, calmly pulled Zhu Siyao’s arm, his expression serene, tone indifferent.
“I hope Sect Leader Tang will conduct herself with some dignity in the future and not let her words become worthless.”
Zhu Siyao immediately looked at Jiang Huai with new respect.
So you do have principles after all.
Retracting the previous judgment of you as some unscrupulous rogue.
Tang Zhaoxue awkwardly smiled and shamelessly asked again, “Then what about the healing? Is there anything else…?”
Even if it was just having Jiang Huai come daily to massage, that faint hope was enough to excite her.
“No way, Sect Leader Tang. There’s a price to breaking promises,” Jiang Huai’s voice remained calm.
“But if there are some severely injured disciples or elders, perhaps they can come to me.”
Tang Zhaoxue stared at Jiang Huai for a moment, then bowed.
“I understand. There are many affairs within the sect. I will take Nianyan back first.”
He had saved her life, healed her injuries, and with such talent, perhaps one day she could take on major responsibilities.
With that, Tang Zhaoxue prepared to leave with Mu Nianyan.
“Wait.” Jiang Huai suddenly called out to Tang Zhaoxue.
“Hm?”
Tang Zhaoxue turned, only to see that Jiang Huai now held a sheathed long sword.
The sword emitted an indescribably sharp aura at once. The sheath was simple but flowed with obscure and profound runes.
A powerful and overwhelming sword pressure silently spread, causing even Tang Zhaoxue, a Divine Transformation cultivator, to feel a shiver of dread.
A Tianjie Immortal Sword.
Tang Zhaoxue had never seen an Immortal Sword of this level before. Her pupils constricted sharply, her breath caught.
She had never encountered a treasure with such terrifying aura. Compared to her own destined sword, this was like comparing iron to a divine blade.
Under her shocked gaze, Jiang Huai lightly flicked his wrist and threw the unparalleled divine sword toward her.
Tang Zhaoxue instinctively caught it, feeling an immense, oceanic force flowing through the sheath.
“This sword might help you slay more evils and protect your land.”
“No need to thank me. It’s not just for you—it’s for all living beings under heaven.”
He paused, his tone light but with a warning.
“I also hope you understand, my Mahayana-level wife behind me is not someone to be trifled with.”
“If you dare to force yourself on me again, she’ll chop you into pieces.”
“Today’s gift is to urge you to use its power wisely and not make more mistakes.”
If you dare force yourself on me again, you’d better think twice.
Tang Zhaoxue tightly gripped the Immortal Sword, feeling the terrifying power and profound Dao resonance beyond her comprehension surge within her heart.
The sword’s strength completely overturned her previous understanding.
He wasn’t lying—he really did have a Mahayana-level wife?