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Dazhu Peak, the sixth room in the left corridor.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyelashes trembled.

Consciousness gradually rose to the surface.

First, I heard a buzzing in my ears, then I heard a very soft sobbing sound, and felt something warm and soft brush against my face.

He struggled to open his eyes, his vision was blurry, and it took him a while to focus before he could see his master's wife, Su Ru, lying by the bed with red and swollen eyes, and Tian Ling'er standing a little further away, biting her lip with tears welling up in her eyes.

The eldest brother, Song Daren; the second brother, Wu Dayi; the fifth brother, Lü Daxin; and the seventh brother, Du Bishu. They were all crammed into the not-so-spacious room, their faces filled with worry.

"Master's wife... Ling'er... Senior... Brother..." He moved his lips, his voice sounding incredibly hoarse.

"Xiao Chuan! You're awake! How are you feeling? Where does it hurt? Tell your master's wife." Su Ru cried tears of joy, holding his cold hand and pressing it against her face.

Tian Ling'er rushed to the bedside, wanting to touch him but not daring to, her voice trembling with tears: "Sixth Senior Brother...you scared me to death, you...how did you get like this!"

Several senior students gathered around, chattering amongst themselves.

"Sixth brother, it's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake."

"Damn it, which bastard did this? Tell your senior brother, and I'll avenge you."

"I knew Sixth Brother was tough and would be fine. I bet Fifth Brother he'd wake up within three days, and I've won this time..."

"Say less! Old Six just woke up and needs to rest!"

Jiang Xiaochuan forced a smile, trying to comfort them.

"I...I'm fine, just a minor...extra skin injury, it'll heal with time."

"A superficial injury?!" Tian Buyi's voice boomed at the doorway as he carried Zhang Xiaofan in and strode in.

He put Zhang Xiaofan, who was on his shoulder, onto the chair.

Zhang Xiaofan remained slumped in the chair, still unconscious.

Tian Buyi strode to the bedside, glaring at Jiang Xiaochuan, his chubby face a mixture of anger and lingering fear. He exclaimed, "You bastard! You call this a superficial injury?! Your heart is almost broken! Several bones are fractured!...You...you..."

He wanted to curse, but seeing his apprentice's pale face, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He let out a heavy snort and turned his face away.

"Master...I..."

"What do you mean, 'what are you'?!" Tian Buyi turned his face back.

"Speak! What exactly happened? Was that demonic monk really the same Puzhi from Tianyin Temple? Did that man in black really use the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique? And you…"

He stared at Jiang Xiaochuan's chest.

"Your pulse... what's wrong? Why... can't I detect a heartbeat...?"

The room fell silent, and everyone looked at Jiang Xiaochuan.

His heart skipped a beat; here it came—his worst fear.

He avoided Tian Buyi's gaze and looked at the unconscious Zhang Xiaofan, changing the subject: "Master... that child is the surviving child of Caomiao Village, what about the other one? How are the others in the village...?"

Tian Buyi let out a heavy breath in anger and said irritably, "You have time to worry about others? Mind your own business first!"

"The other Lin Jingyu was taken by Cangsong. This Zhang Xiaofan will be your junior brother from now on. He is a survivor from Grass Temple Village. The sect leader has sent people to settle him down."

Jiang Xiaochuan remained silent, much like in the novel...

He closed his eyes, and his chest seemed even colder.

"Master," he opened his eyes and looked at Tian Buyi.

"Although I didn't witness the black-clad man's Divine Sword Lightning Control Technique firsthand, the child's description of the sword drawing upon heavenly lightning with overwhelming power is very similar. As for the Venerable Puzhi… when I met him, his face was shrouded in black mist, his eyes glowed red, and he acted like a madman, quite different from the rumors. He must have been possessed by an evil spirit or gone mad. As for me…"

He paused, then slowly said, "I fought several blows with that demon-possessed Puzhi and was injured by his attack. Later... later I was hit by a strange red light from him. At that time, I only remember feeling a chill in my chest and then I knew nothing more. When I woke up... I was like this. I don't know why."

What he said was half true and half false.

We can't talk about the Bloodthirsty Beads for now, and the Gun Spirit is too shocking.

But in this bizarre world, damaging the heart meridian makes no sense, right? Probably!

Tian Buyi frowned, seemingly deep in thought.

Su Ru held Jiang Xiaochuan's hand and said, "It must be that... evil monk's sorcery that damaged Xiaochuan's heart meridian. It's not easy. Do you have any way to fix it?"

Tian Buyi shook his head, his worry deepening: "A heart injury is the most troublesome. Although his breath is weak, it is steady, but there is a chilling power lingering within him. But he is still alive, so perhaps... that evil magic forced his heart to stop. Given time and with the help of spiritual medicine, he may be able to recover."

Jiang Xiaochuan knew in his heart that the only way to restore a heartbeat was to grow another heart, but he couldn't say that.

"Master, Mistress, Senior Brother, Senior Sister Ling'er, I'm really fine, I'm just a little tired and want to sleep a little longer."

Su Ru nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, you go to sleep, you get some rest. Ling'er, go to the kitchen and bring the ginseng soup that's simmering, so your sixth senior brother can drink it when he wakes up. You all go out, don't disturb your junior brother."

Tian Ling'er hummed in agreement, wiped her eyes, and ran out.

The senior students looked at each other, whispered a few words of advice, and then filed out.

Tian Buyi stood by the bed, sighed, and said, "You should rest first. We can talk about other things when you're better."

He walked to the chair, picked up the still unconscious Zhang Xiaofan, and said to Su Ru, "Madam, you take care of Xiao Chuan, I'll settle this boy in."

Su Ru nodded, and Tian Buyi carried the person away, leaving only Su Ru and Jiang Xiaochuan in the room.

Su Ru wrung out a hot towel and gently wiped Jiang Xiaochuan's forehead and hands with tender movements.

Jiang Xiaochuan, with his eyes closed, suddenly asked, "Master's wife, who...who brought me back?"

Su Ru paused for a moment, then said, "It's... Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak."

His eyelids twitched slightly.

Lu Xueqi...

is her?

Inside his chest, the cold bead seemed to throb almost imperceptibly.

Su Ru didn't say anything more, but gently patted the back of his hand, just like when she had nightmares as a child.

……

The hot water was still steaming when it was brought in.

Tian Ling'er put the wooden basin inside the house, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, wash yourself! Wash yourself clean, you're covered in blood and mud, you're filthy."

Jiang Xiaochuan leaned against the headboard, waved his hand weakly, and said, "I know, little miss, you can go now."

"Who cares about you!" Tian Ling'er blushed, spat, turned around, closed the door, and ran away with her footsteps.

The room quieted down, and he slowly moved off the bed and sat in the wooden tub.

The water temperature was just right, and he sighed with comfort.

The water quickly became murky, stained with blood, and the muddy ditch spread out in layers.

He picked up a cloth and rubbed his hair vigorously. His hair was tangled and stuck with blood clots, and he couldn't comb it out no matter what he did.

I scrubbed for ages, changing the water twice. The blood seemed to seep into my hair, leaving dark red marks.

Jiang Xiaochuan stared at his blurry reflection in the copper basin for a long time.

Then he got up, dried himself off, and walked to the table. There was a pair of scissors on the table, quite sharp.

He grabbed a clump of hair and pulled it in front of his eyes to look at it.

Forget it.

Click.

A lock of hair fell to the ground.

Click, click...

After cutting his hair, he looked at his reflection in the basin of water. Hmm, he looked like a monk who had just left the monastic life, or... someone who had just been released from prison.

It's quite refreshing, but... a bit chilly.