Chapter 1033: Are You Willing?
Lingxiu Village.
After Ya Fei and the others left, Liu Zixuan and his group returned here.
The small city impression had long been deserted, and there was no need to go back.
Since they arrived at midnight, apart from Gu Yu, Mo Chengfeng, and the two others, Zhao Yi, who had received the news earlier, no one else knew about it. Of course, this was also a deliberate request from Liu Zixuan. After all, if Liu Ruyan and the others saw him in this state, they would undoubtedly worry. So it’s better to rest first.
Fortunately, these days, everyone stayed in the mansion built by Zhu Yi, so the village clinic was empty.
Seeing Liu Zixuan’s utterly weak state, Gu Yu and the others were bewildered. They were accustomed to seeing Liu Zixuan as an imposing figure. Now, seeing him so frail and dying was hard for them to accept.
Old Master Qing waved his hand: "Why don’t you go out for a while before coming back in? I’ll help him seal the Nether Palm Poison in his body first!"
"Wait!"
Liu Zixuan spoke: "Zhao Yi, give me one of the elixirs I gave you earlier!"
"Why do you need those at a time like this?" Zhao Yi asked, puzzled.
"Never mind that, just give it to me." Liu Zixuan extended his hand.
Zhao Yi hesitated for a moment, then took out a unique elixir and handed it to Liu Zixuan.
"Your body can no longer handle such potency; tell me if you need anything." Old Master Qing said with a frown.
"This is something I need to do myself!"
Liu Zixuan smirked: "Wait at the door, all of you."
After Zhao Yi and the others left, Liu Zixuan swallowed the elixir. Instantly, his pale complexion returned to normal, as if he had never been injured.
The Relic Pearl appeared in his hand, and with a thought, it emitted a blinding light, causing a group of people from the Martial Realm to appear before him.
The people were bewildered, looking around, finally directing their gazes at Liu Zixuan.
Liu Zixuan sat by the bed: "The Celestial Dao Alliance has been expelled from the Martial Realm. You are free now."
"Have the ancestors of the Willow Association all died?"
"What about that Venerable Wen?"
Liu Zixuan nodded: "They’re all dead."
"Then... what about us?"
Looking at the bewildered crowd: "Tonight, rest in this village. In the morning, I’ll have someone provide you with funds. Then, sell those two estates in Qian Nan Land. It should be more than enough to rebuild your sects and families."
"Master Xuan, our lives are all granted by you. Maybe we shouldn’t rebuild sects or families. Like the Celestial Dao Alliance, let’s form a Martial Realm headquarters, with you as our Alliance Leader, and we will follow you in the future!"
"I agree. If it weren’t for you, we would’ve been killed by the Willow Association Ancestors."
"That’s right... Please agree to be our Alliance Leader!"
The elixir Liu Zixuan took was to elevate his cultivation, but his body, already riddled with holes from the Nether Palm, quickly lost its effect, and his complexion grew worse.
Old Master Qing looked at him and said: "Alright, let’s talk about this later. Let me heal his wounds first!"
"Master Xuan, are you injured?"
"You fool, dealing with such a powerful opponent as Venerable Wen makes it impossible not to get hurt!"
"Then let’s step out first!"
The crowd shared a look, debated briefly, then exited.
When they all appeared before Zhao Yi and the others, it startled them. There was no one inside moments ago, and now dozens had appeared.
Fortunately, Jiang Yunxuan and Huzi explained things, so they understood, and per Liu Zixuan’s instructions, they arranged temporary accommodations for them.
Liu Zixuan leaned at the window, laboriously lighting a cigarette and took a few drags: "Even jumping off the Profound Sword Sect’s cliff back then wasn’t like this."
"The Nether Palm is incredibly domineering, hitting directly at the meridians and dantian. As a martial artist, you naturally couldn’t handle it." Old Master Qing sighed.
"Thinking about it now, it’s quite funny."
Liu Zixuan laughed at himself: "The Nether Palm penetrates the body, attacking the meridians using toxins. I pride myself on my profound achievements in the Medical Dao. Over the last two years, I haven’t treated thousands, but all under my care have been cured. Yet, today, I can’t even heal myself. Isn’t that ridiculous?"
Old Master Qing walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "You’re human, not a god. It’s impossible to achieve perfection in everything. You’ve achieved this result, which is already remarkable. You saved the entire Star Sea Martial Realm. Just this merit alone, no one in the Martial Realm can compare!"
At this, Old Master Qing regretfully muttered: "It’s a pity that from now on, you might have no more ties with the Martial Realm."
"Being an ordinary person isn’t so bad."
Liu Zixuan smiled openly: "Before learning medical skills and cultivation techniques from my master, I always wanted to be an invincible hero. But after mastering the Medical Dao and becoming a martial artist, I gradually realized that the cost of being a hero is extremely painful. For a long time, I pondered that being an ordinary person might actually be great—at least it’s quite free and easy."
"Now I have money, and I have people. There’s not much I lack. So those matters, I’m too lazy to ponder. Let everything be, I’ll happily enjoy my own life!"
Old Master Qing looked up, gazing at Liu Zixuan meaningfully: "But are you really reconciled?"
"What good is unwillingness?" Liu Zixuan shrugged: "As you said, once you seal the Nether Palm Poison, I’ll have three months left to live. What can I do in these three months?"
Old Master Qing sighed: "Alright, let’s not talk about this. I’ll seal the poison in your palm first."
After finishing his words, the two sat on the bed. Old Master Qing took out a set of Silver Needles different from the Ghost Gate Needle, inserting them into Liu Zixuan’s acupuncture points, infusing inner strength to seal his martial meridians, and injected another stream of inner strength around Liu Zixuan’s dantian to prevent the poison from invading it.
Once finished, the pain in Liu Zixuan’s body was entirely gone, leaving him much more at ease. But he could also feel that the strength of those cultivation techniques was no longer there!
"Are you planning to stay here next?" Old Master Qing asked.
"Probably not." Liu Zixuan stood up, stretching his muscles: "I’m finally free and want to travel around. I’ll stay here for a few days, then visit places I’ve loved or wanted to see."
"That’s good. I’ll return to the Profound Sword Sect to browse the ancient texts. If I find a way to deal with the Netherworld Palm, I’ll let you know."
Listening to Old Master Qing, Liu Zixuan merely grinned. At that time, those present were all the peak existences in the Martial Realm, and none had a way. Would consulting ancient texts really help?