Monarch Night

Upon reaching the side hall and seeing the five people lying on the bed, Xue Fuxiao and the others finally let out a real sigh of relief.

Indeed, they were all still alive.

Currently, the ones in the best condition were Yu Zhongge, Mo Gan Yun, and Jing Shuanggao.

The power of the Purple Crystal Soul within them played an unparalleled role; many injuries had already expelled the Sword Qi and began to heal on their own.

Next was Fang Che. The power of the Infinite Scripture was slowly and methodically healing one wound after another.

The injuries were also gradually recovering.

In this process, having weaker people around wouldn’t do.

Because at any moment, a burst of Sword Qi could erupt from any of these people, and the weaker ones could be caught off guard and injured.

Even if, by coincidence, they got a cut on the neck, it wouldn’t be surprising.

So, they replaced the surrounding people with experts.

Old Man Shen was in the worst condition, with no Divine Skill or Foundation, relying solely on an Elixir Pill from Fang Che, and the Spiritual Power supplied by Qi Lie and others was primarily directed at Old Man Shen.

The old man now had over seventeen hundred sword marks from head to toe.

Just a few hundred less than Fang Che.

Barely clinging to life.

Upon entering, Xue Fuxiao immediately knew the priorities, first going to Old Man Shen’s bedside, placing a palm on him, and infusing abundant Spiritual Energy. A powerful Momentum instantly erupted, and the unmatched Sword Energy was immediately activated.

In moments, the Sword Qi left by the Heavenly King Flute on Old Man Shen was completely expelled.

Then a Pill was stuffed into his mouth, and a fingertip knocked on Old Man Shen’s forehead, directly knocking him out.

"He will recover when he wakes up. It’s better not to be conscious during this process..."

The sensation isn’t pleasant.

Then he came to Fang Che’s side, looking at the bloody and mutilated face, Xue Fuxiao sighed: "Such a handsome pretty boy... how did it come to this..."

All four people on the ground were similarly bloodied, indistinguishable from one another.

Xue Fuxiao recognized Mo Gan Yun by his large build, but couldn’t identify Fang Che and the other two... The reason he recognized Fang Che was because Ye Meng was beside him...

Qi Lie anxiously said: "Lord Xue... disfigurement can be restored, but these injuries can’t wait..."

Xue Fuxiao smiled faintly: "Now that I’m here, how can they possibly die?"

He placed a palm on Fang Che’s shoulder, and torrenting Spiritual Energy poured in.

Pop, pop, pop...

Hundreds of strands of Sword Qi were forced out by Xue Fuxiao.

But it made Xue Fuxiao frown and look deeply at Fang Che.

Because the Sword Qi that was expelled was already very weak; it had almost no power left.

If it remained in Fang Che’s body, this weak level wouldn’t take long before Fang Che could assimilate and absorb it himself!

In fact, Fang Che had already assimilated and absorbed the majority of it.

But Xue Fuxiao said nothing, and the others didn’t have enough cultivation to see through it.

Yu Haoran and others, who could see through it, were busy practicing, healing Yu Zhongge and the others, expelling the Sword Qi.

Feng Xiangdong and others, who had been worried and heavy-hearted, finally let out a genuine sigh of relief.

There was even a smile on their faces.

Thank heavens, nothing major happened!

Everyone was given an Elixir Pill.

The injuries on Fang Che and others were visibly recovering.

Breaks, connections, growth, healing...

The scars on the face were also healing, growing, turning to scabs, continuously improving, revealing facial contours, and scars slowly aging...

Then crumbled into powdered flesh, falling off, leaving a faint red mark on the face.

After a moment, even the red mark disappeared.

The four of them opened their eyes and stood up.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

Dead skin fell from beneath their robes.

Xue Fuxiao clicked his tongue twice: "Someone who doesn’t know might think these four guys crapped on themselves and it dried up and fell off... so unsanitary, click, click..."

The crowd was speechless.

Ye Meng turned his face away.

This Lord Xue’s words were simply nauseating.

"Thank you, Lord Xue."

Fang Che and the others bowed in unison, then Fang Che quickly went to check on Old Man Shen, only to find the old man’s injuries rapidly improving as he slept.

Now he could finally rest assured.

Then Yu Haoran and others began to inquire about the situation.

Yu Zhongge came clean: "This thing, we’re also puzzled. Boss Fang has been in closed-door cultivation for many days without stepping out, yet the opponent targeted us... so it seems the three of us must have touched a sensitive area of the enemy, resulting in retaliation."

"At this moment, the target is the three of us. This is quite clear."

Mo Gan Yun said.

Jing Shuanggao nodded repeatedly.

Even an immortal would say the same because this is a fact. The assassin attacked from behind us, and Boss Fang was the first to notice it because he was facing us...

A nailed-down fact! And that feeling of a thorn in the back is certainly real and not an illusion!

Their words left Yu Haoran stunned.

Even a bit awkward.

"Ahem... this matter... it was the Heavenly King Flute of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect who acted."

Yu Haoran blushed slightly and said: "It’s trouble I provoked... because of past grudges, yes, yes... It’s an old feud, unyielding type. That guy suffered some losses from me... Probably finished his business in the Southeast and wanted to kill Yu Zhongge on the side to give me some color to see..."

Beside him, Mo Qingtian chuckled and said: "So, you damn old man didn’t finish the job back then, nearly dragging my family down... You old bastard!"

Jing Yunlong: "Exactly, someone’s habit of doing things half-heartedly hasn’t changed to this day. Only realizes regret when the aftermath hits. Why not finish things earlier? Isn’t this like killing an enemy’s whole family but leaving one single seedling? It’s just brainless!"