Chapter 474 - 377: Like Subjects Before the Monarch, Filled with Awe
The ground beneath him was stained a glaring, crimson red.
Yet, Chu He’s eyes held no trace of pity or sympathy.
His gaze was icy and tranquil.
It was the look of someone gazing down upon an insignificant ant, utterly indifferent to its life or death.
Chu He’s long, well-defined hand rose slowly.
A soft, pure white light gradually condensed in his palm.
It seemed to have a life of its own, slowly surging and churning,
...like the sacred nectar gushing forth from the legendary Jasper Pool,
...radiating an intoxicating, gentle aura and a brilliant glow.
The light, like graceful threads of silk, drifted softly onto Qu Yuxiu’s ravaged body.
In that instant, Qu Yuxiu felt as if he were standing on a patch of ancient, barren earth.
He was that parched, cracked soil, eroded by centuries of wind and rain, baked by the scorching sun.
But now, this pure white light was like a long-awaited spring rain, come to nourish all things.
It fell in a soft drizzle, carrying with it endless vitality and hope.
The once-dead earth, nourished by the spring rain, was infused with a soul.
A vibrant life force, like bamboo shoots bursting from the ground in spring,
...spread and blossomed through every dry crevice,
...erupting anew with a dazzling brilliance and vigorous Life Force.
He could clearly feel
that the injuries both inside and out were healing at an astonishing, unimaginable speed.
Enveloped in the light, his broken bones mended as if set by skilled, invisible hands, reconnecting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His ruptured organs, as if touched by miraculous Magic, began to mend, their functions slowly returning to normal.
The gruesome, bone-deep gashes on his skin
closed up as if stitched by the finest of threads.
Within the short span of fifteen breaths,
they had healed completely, leaving not a single trace of the grievous wounds that had been there moments before.
Qu Yuxiu shifted his body slightly.
A long-lost sense of ease and pleasure washed over him.
He slowly pushed himself up from the ground, surprised to find his body filled with a vast and surging power.
It was as if the horrific injuries he had suffered were nothing but an absurd nightmare.
Now, upon waking, all the pain had vanished.
Filled with elation, he yanked with both hands,
ripping away the blood-soaked bandages that clung to his skin.
Though his skin was still mottled with bloodstains, like a canvas depicting a brutal battle,
the once-horrifying wounds had all healed perfectly.
His heart beat strong and steady in his chest.
The THUMP-THUMP of its beat was like a rousing war Drum.
His face, once ashen and pale as paper from blood loss,
now glowed with a healthy, rosy color. He was radiant, as if reborn.
Qu Yuxiu’s eyes widened, his face a mask of shock and awe. He stared at Chu He, his mind reeling with confusion and wonder.
’Is such miraculous healing power truly something a human can achieve?’
’This is completely beyond my understanding.’
Just as Qu Yuxiu was reveling in the immense joy of his recovery
and marveling at Chu He’s mysterious power,
Chu He’s figure flickered like a phantom, and in an instant, he was right in front of him.
With lightning speed, one of Chu He’s hands struck Qu Yuxiu’s chest with unerring precision.
The strike seemed gentle, yet it contained a strange and tyrannical power.
In an instant,
that power surged through him like a tidal wave, breaking through all resistance to strike deep into his heart.
Qu Yuxiu felt as if he had instantly become a balloon, mercilessly punctured by something sharp.
The power that had filled his body began to leak out uncontrollably, like air from a balloon.
He rapidly weakened and deflated.
His body swayed, unsteady on his feet as if his skeleton could no longer support him.
Several times, his vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.
He summoned his last ounce of strength to lift his head.
His eyes filled with despair, fear, and bewilderment.
His voice trembled as he asked Chu He, "You... What did you do to me? Why is all my strength gone?"
"I’ve crippled you. Just as I said I would."
"I originally only intended to punish you a little, to teach you a lesson."
"But I never expected you to leak information about me to the Werewolf Clan."
"That proves you’re a petty, vengeful little man."
"Leaving someone as treacherous and unprincipled as you alive would only cause more trouble down the line."
"From this day forward, you can no longer walk the path of Martial Arts."
"Your path of cultivation is completely severed."
"Living as an ordinary, common man is the only fate you deserve."
Chu He’s expression was grim, his gaze as cold and indifferent as the bottomless waters of a winter pond.
He looked at Qu Yuxiu as if he were a worthless piece of trash, ready to be discarded at a moment’s notice.
He spoke without a shred of pity or sympathy. "If you’re lucky enough to make it back to your master alive, deliver a message for me. Tell him I may just pay him a personal visit in the near future."
"Xia Chengli, are you really going to side with this villain? Are you really going to collude with him?"
"I’m your senior brother! We’re from the same sect!"
"How can you side with an outsider against your own?"
"If Master and our other sect brothers find out about this, they will be furious!"
"How will you explain yourself then?"
Qu Yuxiu’s face was ashen, completely drained of color,