Chapter 949: Immortal Healer Murong Xue

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Zhuier threw the frozen father and son into the warm carriage, before a thin curtain, Young miss, here they are. Only the childs blood is dripping on the tapestry. What a shame.

Nothing is more precious than life. The tapestry can just be cleaned later. A scarlet thread slipped from behind the curtain and grabbed Zhuos wrist and sent Yuan Qi through it.

Zhuier grumbled, Why would you care? Youre not the one was.h.i.+ng it.

Zhuier, is that another complaint I hear?

No, nothing. Young miss is so magnanimous and kind, I could only work myself to the bone for young miss. Zhuier proclaimed her undying devotion on the spot.

The figure behind the curtain giggled, Stop being so sour, girl, and try to be more serious. He only has some heavy wounds, overstraining himself and his Yuan Qi. Give him Yuan Qi pills and let him rest. Hell then wake up.

Yes, young miss!

Zhuo Fan helped Zhuo Fan in swallowing an azure pill, but then said, Hes in the Radiant Stage yet overworked himself? Hes no beginner cultivator that cant control his strength.

Its not always about control, but giving ones every drop. Its out of their control. The child must be why hes been out in the snow.

Whoosh~

The scarlet thread came out from behind the curtain once more, going for young Sanzis pale wrist this time.

Her voice was laced with shock at the discovery, This child is strange! There are two energies inside clas.h.i.+ng constantly and not letting his right hand stop bleeding. I have to stop the bleeding quickly before its too late. Zhuier, a clotting pill!

Yes, young miss!

Zhuier sensed young miss urgency and restrained her playful nature as she fed Gu Santong without question.

The pill turned into a red stream that flowed through his body and to his wound. It never reached it, clashed into something inside and was forced to dissipate outside.

The bleeding did not stop, flowing harder now due to the violent reaction of the pill. The scarlet thread on young Sanzis wrist shook, sending a ripple behind the curtain.

The young miss cried out, Since a 5th grade Hemostatic Pill doesnt work, then use the 7th grade Hematoma Pill. The child wont stop bleeding as long as those energies arent settled.

Yes, young miss!

Zhuier had never seen her young miss so distraught and fed young Sanzi the pill.

The result was the same even with the Hematoma Pill. The force was too strong for the pill to harden, forced out without any effect.

The consequence was even dire in this pills case, causing Gu Santong to bleed even harder.

All the effort Zhuo Fan spent these months, the toil he went through to make the pills and slow down young Sanzis bleeding, were all thrown away here and now.

The road to h.e.l.l is paved with good intentions.

Zhuo Fan would surely scream himself hoa.r.s.e at this idiotic pair.

[Dont do anything if you dont understand it! Youre killing a child!]

The two girls were blissfully unaware of the childs severe condition. Watching things get even worse, the girl and the young miss started to panic.

The young miss started demanding frantically and the girl fed many pills to young Sanzi.

All ended the same, with young Sanzis blood flowing in torrent now and dyeing the tapestry scarlet.

Zhuier was losing it, Young miss, what do we do? Were only making it worse!

Whats going on with his wound? Nothing works!

The young miss was grave, but then she exclaimed, Did a divine sword harm the child? That cant be it. Even those wounds arent as grave, slowly healing in the end. Just why is he showing no improvement?

Young miss, it doesnt matter why. The older one might wake up any time now and how will I explain how his son just died? Though theres nothing scary about a Radiant Stage

Zhuier spoke with a sorrowful smile, Itll affect young misss eminent reputation. We shouldve just left them there.

After a pregnant pause, the young miss spoke, Saving a life is better than any fancy honor. SInce I have seen them, I can never turn a blind eye. Zhuier, use the North Sea Gel on the child!

What?!

Zhuier gasped, No no no, thats too valuable to be wasted on simple flesh wounds. We paid too high a price and worked too hard to get so little of it from the northern lands. Its meant for Clan Heads use for emergencies. You cant just use it on a stranger! Its too much of a waste!

The young miss was pondering this as well, but soon her firm voice came, I, Immortal Healer Murong Xue, have not once have anyone die on me, and certainly no child! No matter how precious the gel is, it can be earned again, while the child only has one life. And with big brothers strength, its hard to say when hell actually need it.

But wont it be wasted if it ends up the same as the pills?

Its never a waste to use spiritual herbs to save ones life!

Murong Xue was very detached from the material as she spoke, Zhuier, what are you waiting for? Are you the young miss here, or me?

Zhuier hesitated, totally against the idea, but young miss tone demanded obedience and she had no choice but to suck up her grumbling and take out a gourd. She let a transparent liquid drip out, releasing a sweet odor as it covered Gu Santongs wounded arm.

By miracle, every place the liquid touched, the blood stopped leaking. Soon, the liquid covered the entire wound and hardened, keeping the blood inside.

The foreign energy inside the arm struggled to fight this interference only to be crushed without remorse by a sudden silvery light. The liquid had a faint silver glow as it seeped deeper into young Sanzis body, vanis.h.i.+ng completely. Behind it was left young Sanzis pristine arm, unmarred by any scar or wound.

Zhuier cheered, Young miss, it worked! The childs saved!

The North Sea Gel is a world wonder, a wonder drug for healing. The young miss relaxed a breath.

The joy was short as Zhuier recalled the loss of most of the gel and spoke sadly, Ten million sacred spirit stones down the drain. Clan Head is bound to flip at the news.

Ha-ha-ha, my brother is refined and wont be angry knowing we saved a life.

I hope so. Ugh, ten million, sniff Zhuier was still in pain over such bitter losses. She glanced over to the unconscious Zhuo Fan, Hey, you owe us ten million sacred spirit stones! Dont you ever forget it!

A chuckle came from beyond the curtain, Zhuier, how can a Radiant Stage have such wealth? Kindness isnt done for a reward. When he wakes up, well send the father and son off.

Humph, they got it too good!

Zhuier pouted, What kind of fortune did they have to stumble upon the young miss in their hour of most desperate need? Not just saving them, but for free too. Its better to fleece them of everything once they wake up. We cant have them think money falls out of the sky at every turn!

Murong Xue smiled.

They were oblivious to the fact they had lent a helping hand to a Demon Archon, one whos wealth belied his slovenly appearance.

He had so much on him that he could repay that North Sea Gel many times over, with room to spare