The Prodigal Son

"This is the first time I've met someone with divine bloodline, so I can't give you a definite answer right now."

Nan Que'er gently shook her head.

Why?

Qin Yu pressed for more details with a worried expression.

Can't guarantee it?

That means there's still a possibility that Hammer might go berserk?

Nan Que'er explained, "According to our clan's legend, only the first group of people who directly bathed in divine blood went mad because their power was too great. Their descendants are not as powerful as them, but they will not go mad either. However, after each time they activate the power of divine blood, they will fall into a long period of fatigue..."

In their legends, when their people were being hunted down, the descendants of the original blood warriors also fought back.

However, while they temporarily repelled the powerful enemy with the power of divine blood, they themselves would soon fall into a long period of exhaustion.

In severe cases, they may not even be able to move their fingers.

When the enemy attacked again, they were powerless to resist and could only be slaughtered at their mercy.

Therefore, some within their tribe believe that those with divine bloodlines were all killed by enemies during their escape and migration.

However, Qi Dachui's situation was different from what she knew.

She had heard Dong Liu and the others talk about Qi Dachui's situation. At that time, Qi Dachui seemed to be insane, as if he had gone mad and was in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

The specifics will likely only be known after Qi Dachui wakes up.

"All right!"

Since things had come to this point, Qin Yu didn't press Nan Que'er any further. "You've worked hard too. Let me have someone take you back to your room to rest!"

"Um."

Nan Que'er nodded wearily. "By the way, whatever you do, don't let that old hag die."

Qin Yu nodded emphatically, a cold glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, she won't die so easily!"

After having Nan Que'er sent away, Qin Yu returned to his room to guard Qi Dachui.

He prayed silently, "Please, please, nothing bad must happen to him!"

A short while later, Lü Si hurriedly came over, bringing with him an old ginseng.

"I heard Big Hammer got injured. How is he?"

Lu Si asked with some concern.

Qin Yu looked at Lü Si with surprise. "Are you genuinely worried, or are you just gloating?"

"Stop judging others by your own petty standards!"

Lu Si, displeased, tilted his head back and said, "Da Chui is my top general! I'd like to ask how he is doing?"

He killed more than 150 people in battle a few days ago, and Qi Dachui alone killed about 60 of them!

"Get lost! He's no longer one of your men!"

Qin Yu glared at Lü Si, "Anyway, Nan Que'er said he should be fine. We'll only know the specifics when he wakes up."

"That's good."

Relieved, Lü Si handed the old ginseng to Qin Yu, saying, "Consider this my thank-you gift to Da Chui!"

Thanks!

Qin Yu took the old ginseng and asked curiously, "This ginseng must be at least seventy or eighty years old, right? Where did you get this thing?"

"Of course it was brought from the capital! Would I steal it?"

Lu Si snorted and said, "My father told me to come to Chenzhou with him before, but I was worried that those bastards from the Holy Fire Sect would come after me, so I took an old ginseng from home with me, thinking that it might save my life in a critical moment..."

"You're such a clever little devil!"

Qin Yu, unusually, gave Lü Si a thumbs up, "For the sake of this old ginseng, let's call it even!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Si's eyes lit up instantly. "Does that mean I don't have to pay back the money I owe you?"

"Dream on!"

Qin Yu pursed his lips, "Debts still need to be paid. I'm just saying I won't deliberately cause you trouble anymore!"

"Then what the hell are you talking about!"

Lu Si was dissatisfied and cursed inwardly.

Why wasn't it Qin Yu, that bastard, who was injured?

If that bastard gets beaten half to death, he'll use this old ginseng to feed his dogs, but he won't even give it to him!

……

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

It has to be said that Granny Sang is indeed very stubborn.

The people of Baojing Division used all sorts of cruel tortures, even having Nan Que'er use Gu magic, but they still couldn't get the whereabouts of Fan Bing's burial site out of her.

Qi Dachui's situation is not good either.

Two days have passed, but Qi Dachui shows no signs of waking up.

Qin Yu had asked Nan Que'er about Qi Da Chui's situation more than once.

But each time the answer was better than the last checkup.

But Qi Dachui didn't wake up.

Faced with this situation, Qin Yu became increasingly anxious and uneasy.

Every day, he would whisper in Qi Dachui's ear hundreds of times, hoping to wake him up.

"Big hammer, big hammer..."

After feeding Qi Dachui his medicine, Qin Yu patiently leaned close to Qi Dachui's ear and called his name repeatedly.

"Well……"

After calling out countless times, Qin Yu suddenly heard a soft voice in his ear.

It sounded like a dream, or perhaps it was a response to him.

But even this small sound excited Qin Yu immensely.

"Big hammer!"

Qin Yu suppressed his excitement and gently patted Qi Dachui's face.

"Um……"

Qi Dachui responded again.

This time, Qin Yu heard it very clearly.

"Someone come here!"

Qin Yu excitedly shouted from outside, "Quickly, go and call Nan Que'er over!"

"yes!"

A guard's response came from outside the door.

Before long, Nan Que'er was helped in.

"Big Hammer has responded, you should check him out!"

Qin Yu stepped aside from Qi Dachui, making room for Nan Que'er.

"Didn't I say anything? He'll wake up in two or three days at the latest, look at you like this!"

Nan Que'er glanced at Qin Yu with a smile, "Your eyes are bloodshot, go get some sleep!"

She had noticed Qin Yu's concern for Qi Dachui these past two days.

Judging from the current situation, Qin Yu seems to be a kind and righteous person.

It seems that I made the right choice to seek his protection.

"No, no!"

Qin Yu shook his head repeatedly, "I want to know his condition as soon as possible!"

Nan Que'er had said before that as long as Qi Dachui woke up, they could determine whether he would go mad because of the divine blood.

"All right!"

Helpless, Nan Que'er began to check on Qi Dachui's condition.

A moment later, Nan Que'er took out a silver needle and gently pricked Qi Dachui's head a few times, and Qi Dachui's eyelids began to twitch.

Under Qin Yu's tense gaze, Qi Dachui's eyes gradually cracked open.

"Big hammer!"

Seeing him open his eyes, Qin Yu quickly stepped forward and waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Do you still recognize me?"

"Thirteenth Young Master..."

Qi Dachui responded weakly, forcing out a smile.

"You fucking scared me to death!"

Qin Yu lightly patted Qi Dachui, and a long-lost smile finally appeared on his face.

As long as you still recognize yourself, that's good!

At least it shows he's not mentally ill!

"You can go and rest now!"

Nan Que'er turned to look at Qin Yu, "As long as he recognizes you, it means he won't go mad and lose his mind! He probably lost his mind earlier because he couldn't control the power of his divine bloodline for the first time..."

"That's good!"

Qin Yu let out a long sigh of relief, but still didn't leave. He asked Qi Dachui again, "Do you remember fighting that old hag before?"

Qi Dachui rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, then said haltingly, "I remember at the beginning, but afterwards... I can't remember very clearly. I only remember that someone... seemed to want to stop me from killing that old woman..."

"Then everything's alright!"

Nan Que'er gave a definite answer.

"Did the old man tell you to hide your strength?"

Qin Yu asked again.

Qi Dachui chuckled, "The Duke said that if I were only at the seventh realm, and someone wanted to assassinate the Thirteenth Young Master, they would at most send someone at the eighth realm to do it..."

Although Qi Dachui didn't finish speaking, Qin Yu already understood what he meant.

The old man was right; he shouldn't reveal his hand too easily.

Unfortunately, he encountered Sangpo, a ninth-level expert, and even if he used his true strength, he still could not contend with her.

Ugh!

Man proposes, God disposes!