The Long Journey to Immortality

With the assistance of such a powerful being, and in conjunction with the finest healing elixirs, it was possible to achieve great things.

Han Lu's condition improved rapidly. By the time Mo Zhehan woke up, her right eye had regained its sight, and her minor injuries and aches had mostly healed.

Having completed most of the work, Venerable Xuanqin began to try to remove the scars around her eyes so that she wouldn't be disfigured by this injury.

Unfortunately, even Nascent Soul cultivators are not omnipotent.

Despite her efforts, Han Lu still had three fine scratches running across the top and bottom of her right eye.

While the scratches didn't disfigure Han Lu, they certainly diminished her appearance considerably.

Venerable Xuanqin felt slightly guilty for not being able to fully heal her wounds.

“I’m sorry, Han Lu, this injury will take some time to heal,” Venerable Xuanqin said, taking out a box of ointment. “I have a box of ointment here that is specially for healing scars. Take it and apply it once a week. With the help of healing techniques, the skin and flesh will regenerate and the scar will disappear in three years at most.”

"Of course, if you can advance to the Golden Core Realm within a hundred years, you can also completely remove these three scars by taking advantage of the opportunity to infuse your body with spiritual power after the Core is formed and reshape your physical body."

Hearing this, Han Lu breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him repeatedly, accepted the ointment, and casually adjusted her hairstyle, using her bangs to cover the scar on her right eye.

At this moment, Han Lu's hairstyle did resemble Feng Yufei's in the Seven Mountains Alliance by about 50%.

"Thank you, Venerable One. It's just a small scar, nothing serious. Please allow me to go and check on Mo Zhehan's condition."

Venerable Xuanqin released her hand from her shoulder, and Han Lu quickly used a lightness spell to reach the other side of the arena to check on Mo Zhehan's condition.

It was just a friendly sparring match; Han Lu didn't want her fellow citizens in the Dayu Dynasty to lose their lives because of her.

Chapter 639 A Lustful Man

Losing an arm is not a big problem for a Foundation Establishment cultivator, let alone for a Nascent Soul cultivator's disciple.

Whether he advances to the Golden Core Realm with only one arm, regenerates his arm with the help of the Heavenly Venerable, or directly uses the Candle Dragon's talent for regeneration, all of these methods can restore Mo Zhehan to his healthy state before the finals.

When Han Lu came to Mo Zhehan's side to check on him, Zhetian Venerable had already used various methods to awaken the seriously injured Mo Zhehan and heal most of his injuries.

The wound on his left arm, which had disappeared during the final match against Han Lu, began to heal and grow new flesh.

Clearly, the Celestial Venerable did not want his disciple to remain "disabled" for long and had decided to use some means to give Mo Zhehan a new left arm before he left the arena.

All Han Lu could do was watch from the sidelines.

She moved a little closer and whispered to Venerable Zhetian, "Venerable One, may I remove the cold poison from Fellow Daoist Mo?"

The Venerable One of Heaven gave a soft "hmm" in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Han Lu quickly used the little spiritual power she had left to place her hand over the wound on Mo Zhehan's left cheek.

With Han Lu's efforts, the remaining cold poison in Mo Zhehan's body was completely transformed into light blue dust, which flew out from the wound on his face and landed in her palm.

With Han Lu's assistance, the Venerable One of the Heavens' subsequent treatment work became much easier.

Thus, the onlookers witnessed a "medical miracle."

In less than a hundred breaths, an arm grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At first it was just skin and flesh, then bones and blood vessels were added, and finally a little embellishment was done, and a new left arm appeared on Mo Zhehan's body.

This new arm is a bit thin and doesn't quite match Mo Zhehan's body.

However, this is not a big problem. With Mo Zhehan's efforts and the talent of the Zhulong bloodline in external martial arts, it is likely that the muscles in his left arm will recover to their former size in less than half a year.

Seeing this, Han Lu could only marvel at the power of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Venerable One, when will Fellow Daoist Mo be able to awaken?" Han Lu asked cautiously.

The Venerable One of Heaven smiled and said, "It's possible at any time, but I was worried that Zhehan would be in pain during the treatment, so I didn't wake him up."

As he spoke, the Celestial Venerable touched Mo Zhehan's brow with his index finger.

The next moment, Mo Zhehan opened his eyes.

"Master, Han Lu." Lying on the ground, he subconsciously called out the names of the two people who first came into view.

"Zhehan, the competition is over. How are you feeling now?" asked the Venerable Zhetian.

Mo Zhehan looked slightly pained as he replied, "The rest of my body is fine, but my face still feels a bit hot."

Mo Zhehan's injuries were quite severe, reaching the bone. Even the Heavenly Venerable only chose a conservative treatment approach, first healing the bone and flesh injuries, and then applying ointment to achieve a complete cure.

The Venerable One of Heaven breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. Get up now."

Upon hearing this, Han Lu subconsciously extended her right hand, making a gesture as if to help Mo Zhehan up, to show her friendliness.

Mo Zhehan was stunned for a moment, struggling to control his newly grown left arm and adapt to his presence. It took him a while to barely manage to "hold hands" with Han Lu under these circumstances.

I got excited, and I wasn't used to using my new arm.

Mo Zhehan used too much force and ended up falling directly into Han Lu's arms.

In this way, Mo Zhehan, who is nearly two meters tall, seemed to be embracing Han Lu, and the two looked like a couple hugging each other.

Upon seeing this, a chorus of boos erupted from the stands, and many felt their hearts were broken.

Feeling the softness pressing against his abdomen, Mo Zhehan's right cheek turned bright red.

The two monks' first reaction in the rush was to separate from each other.

Mo Zhehan let go, and Han Lu gently pushed him away.

Still somewhat weak, Mo Zhehan staggered and was almost pushed to the ground by Han Lu again.

The Venerable One of Heaven, who was standing to the side, saw everything. As the father of five children, how could he not see his disciple's feelings for Han Lu?

As an elder, he couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, put his hands behind his back, and flew back to the viewing platform, leaving the space on the arena to the two of them.

"I'm sorry, Fairy Han, I didn't mean to." Mo Zhehan apologized to Han Lu with a smile.

Han Lu subconsciously crossed her right arm to shield her chest, looking at Mo Zhehan with the eyes of someone looking at a hooligan.

Mo Zhehan was filled with regret. He had ruined what was originally a great opportunity to get closer to the other person.

Fortunately, Mo Zhehan was not seen as a lecherous man by Han Lu.

Now that they were on the ring, Han Lu was even less likely to dwell on this topic.

So, after quietly inquiring about Mo Zhehan's health, she said, "Let's talk after we get off the stage."

Han Lu wanted to review the battle with Mo Zhehan for a few moments.

Mo Zhehan felt as if he had been pardoned upon hearing this and hurriedly thanked her. He showed no sign of being the eldest disciple of the Jitian Palace and followed Han Lu, quickly leaving the arena.

During the short journey of less than a hundred meters into the Jitian Palace rest area, the cheers from the stands did not diminish. In fact, many people had completely misunderstood the relationship between Han Lu and Mo Zhehan and began to imagine the story of Han Lu "marrying into" Jitian Palace.

Meanwhile, many illustrators who were planning to create "inappropriate for children" picture books related to Han Lu have also been inspired and have found the best candidate for the male lead.

The Golden Core cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators on the viewing platform did not react like disciples.

Some elders from the Heavenly Palace, who were sitting very close to Elder Songbai and Elder Fanqian, stepped forward with great poise to congratulate the Central Plains disciple on winning the Western Division championship.

Elder Songbai and Elder Fanqian were beaming with joy, and they felt a thousand thanks to Han Lu.

Following Han Lu to the rest room of the Jitian Palace, Mo Zhehan once again had the opportunity to be alone with Han Lu.

The two discussed the matter at hand, sharing many things related to the battle they had just fought.

In less than fifteen minutes, the two thoroughly reviewed the thrilling final match, resulting in a small improvement for each of them.

Finally, Han Lu told Mo Zhehan to take good care of his injury, and then left as if she were "escaping".

Watching Han Lu's retreating figure, Mo Zhehan felt a mix of emotions.

He felt he needed his junior brother Dong Fengyu to give him a lesson, to help this "idiot" who didn't understand love analyze whether his chances of winning the heart of the beauty had increased or decreased after this battle.

"But in the end, they didn't fly into a rage at my rudeness, so I suppose there's still a chance."

"Go for it, Mo Zhehan, you can do it."

Despite losing the final, Mo Zhehan showed no signs of discouragement. Instead, he wore a silly smile as he gazed at the door of the lounge, cheering himself on in his heart.

[Author's Note] I'm about to advance to the next level. I feel like I still have a chance if I finish writing this 21 years ago.

Chapter 640 Award Ceremony

As Han Lu had expected, she was immediately entangled by Fu Tianqiao as soon as she appeared at the door of the lounge after returning from the lounge of the Jitian Palace to the lounge of the Central Plains.

As a female cultivator, Fu Tianqiao's gossip spirit was already burning brightly. After inquiring about Han Lu's eye injury and learning that it was not serious, she asked a series of questions, wanting to find out if there was any "affair" between Han Lu and Mo Zhehan.

Since it was all a vague and unfounded matter, Han Lu naturally explained the not-so-complicated relationship between herself and Mo Zhehan in detail.

However, Fu Tianqiao only believed half of it.

Fu Tianqiao took Han Lu's honesty as a deliberate concealment. As for Han Lu's explanation that she was discussing the battle on the stage with Mo Zhehan in the rest room of the Jitian Palace and reviewing it, Fu Tianqiao also thought that they were actually whispering sweet nothings to each other in private.

As a "fan," she didn't intend to interfere in Han Lu's love life, but this excessive concern and matchmaking made Han Lu feel slightly uncomfortable.

Fortunately, a third person soon arrived in the lounge and rescued Han Lu from this slightly awkward situation.

The person who came was an acquaintance of Han Lu, Wenren Mu, the Golden Core Elder of Jitian Palace, who was in charge of receiving the cultivators from the Central Plains on behalf of Jitian Palace this time.

"Han Lu, congratulations, congratulations."

"I never expected you to possess the bloodline of a true spirit, enabling you to overcome all obstacles and win the championship."

"That's amazing."

Wenren Mu's congratulations were heartfelt. If anyone in the Great Yu court was most pleased with Han Lu's victory, besides his son Wenren Ou, it would only be him.

Upon hearing Wenren Mu's congratulations, Han Lu quickly stepped aside, bowed respectfully, and thanked this familiar senior for his concern. "Senior Wenren, Wu Jiayue and Mo Zhehan from Jitian Palace are just as strong as me. I was just a bit luckier."

“No need to be modest. When I was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, three of me couldn’t beat one of you. You deserve the championship,” Wenren Mu said with a smile. “Come with me, I’ll take you to receive the award.”

Upon hearing this, Han Lu remembered the reward and quickly "dodged" Fu Tianqiao, following Wenren Mu's footsteps to the viewing platform.

Seeing Han Lu leave to receive the award, Fu Tianqiao temporarily put aside the "rumor between Han Lu and Mo Zhehan" and sat happily in front of the jade in the lounge, looking forward to Han Lu receiving the award and enjoying this glorious moment for her, a disciple of the Central Plains Zhengyi Sect.

Since Han Lu was an outsider, the so-called award ceremony was not held in a grand manner.

Even though Zhetian Zunzhe, as the master of Jitian Palace, wanted to win over Han Lu and even directly invited her to join Jitian Palace, he did not give Han Lu any special treatment or make any special arrangements during the award ceremony.

After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, the Celestial Venerable presented a Royal Extreme Pill, thus concluding the meeting.

Of course, there were also private conversations.

In front of the two Golden Core cultivators from the Central Plains, the Venerable Zhetian invited Han Lu to stay at the Jitian Palace for a few months under the guise of "exchange".