895: Chapter 896 Treating Xue Si Shu

Yao Delong naturally understood what Mo Jue was thinking. Without the slightest hesitation, and even disregarding his own injuries, he endured the severe pain and took out a warm jade bottle from his storage ring. As soon as the jade bottle appeared, it emitted a strange pill fragrance that was refreshing, as if it contained the mysteries of life, death, and Reincarnation!

"Senior, I have fortunately fulfilled the mission!" Yao Delong handed over the jade bottle.

Mo Jue's hand trembled slightly as he took the jade bottle. This small jade bottle carried his son's vitality, his daughter's severe trauma, and the future of Qingqiu!

He took a deep breath and bowed with utmost solemnity to the blood-stained, weakened youth before him, performing a grand salute almost as if they were peers: "Young Friend Long! This kindness and sentiment, my Qingqiu lineage... shall remember it for eternity! There is no way to repay it! Shuer... I leave her in your hands! I shall go now to act as a Protector for Wuya as he takes the medicine!" His voice carried a heavy promise.

Yao Delong nodded, skipping unnecessary pleasantries: "Rest assured, Senior, this Junior will do his best!" He immediately took over Xue Shushu, his figure flickering as he descended directly into the quiet room below, which, though damaged, still had its main structure intact.

Gently placing Xue Shushu on the jade bed, Yao Delong immediately took out several top-tier rank seven Medicinal Pills from his own stock—there was the "Nine Revolutions Blood Essence Pill" for instantly replenishing vast Qi and blood essence, and the "Heavenly One Jade Marrow Pill" for nourishing and stabilizing the Origin. He carefully fed them into Xue Shushu's mouth.

The Medicinal Pills melted upon entry, their majestic medicinal power gently nourishing her nearly collapsed Physical Body, temporarily sustaining her last thread of life. However, the effect on her depleted Primordial Spirit was negligible.

"The injury to the Primordial Spirit is the root cause!" Yao Delong's gaze was solemn. Daring not to delay, he immediately sat cross-legged, enduring his own equally serious injuries and the tearing pain in his Primordial Spirit, and once again summoned the xuanhuang creation cauldron!

Buzz!

The ancient and heavy giant cauldron landed. Although the runes on its body were slightly dimmed due to the previous impact of the Pill Tribulation, the aura of suppressing creation remained.

"Refine!" Yao Delong shouted low. Although his Divine Thought was far from being as powerful as it was at its Peak, it was exceptionally resilient and stable. The furnace fire rose, but this time it was no longer the Glazed Hearth Fire, but a gentle and pure fire driven by his own elemental energy. His technique was extremely skilled, tossing in well-known spiritual materials one after another in a fluid motion.

Refining the rank eight great void spirit nurturing pill was indeed much easier for the currently Origin-damaged Yao Delong than that Heaven-Defying rank nine Divine Pill. At this moment, supported by his Perfection Realm of Herbal Path Comprehension and his near-instinctive mastery of the Dao of Alchemy, the entire process appeared exceptionally smooth. Condensing liquid, purifying, fusing the pill... every step was precise and error-free, as if he were a Grandmaster who had been immersed in this Dao for thousands of years.

In just over half a day!

Buzz—!

A clear and melodious, strange pill fragrance that seemed capable of washing the Soul wafted from the cauldron's mouth! The lid opened, and two round, full Medicinal Pills flowing with warm Soul light lay quietly at the bottom! The pills were formed with eight veins! The quality was practically perfect!

A flash of weary relief crossed Yao Delong's eyes. He immediately took one out and carefully fed it into the mouth of the still-unconscious Xue Shushu.

Upon entry, the Medicinal Pill was like Nine Heavens moonlight pouring into a parched Sea of Consciousness! The powerful Soul-nourishing power of the great void spirit nurturing pill, like the gentlest spring rain, began to slowly moisten and smooth the cracks in Xue Shushu's nearly collapsing Primordial Spirit. Her breathing, which had been so weak it almost vanished, finally began to become long and steady, and a faint trace of color returned to her deathly pale face.

Yao Delong let out a long sigh, the tension in his heart finally easing slightly. Looking at Xue Shushu's serene sleeping face, he felt a wave of dizzying fatigue wash over him. Not daring to leave too far, he sat cross-legged nearby, swallowed a few pills for stabilizing the foundation and nurturing essence, and silently circulated his Cultivation Technique. He began to recover from his own injuries while guarding the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox before him, who had fought with everything for him and for Qingqiu.

Outside the quiet room, the surviving Qingqiu was shrouded in a strange atmosphere of both joy and tension. Mo Jue personally stood guard outside the Secret Chamber where his son Demon Emperor Xue Wuya was in seclusion. All of Qingqiu's forces were mobilized, on high alert for any potential opportunistic attacks from the Chaos Python Clan.

Time passed quietly amidst tranquility and expectation.

Half a month later.

On the jade bed in the quiet room, Xue Shushu's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly's wings first unfolding. Those emerald eyes, which had been closed for half a month and contained the brilliance of the stars and moon, finally slowly opened.

Her consciousness was still somewhat blurred, and waves of severe pain and weakness washed over her. But immediately after, a cool and gentle power that seemed capable of nourishing the Soul flowed through her parched Sea of Consciousness, quickly clearing her chaotic thoughts.

She subconsciously looked inward and was shocked to find that her Primordial Spirit, which had originally been like broken porcelain, was still far from fully healed, but the cracks had been bonded and nourished by a miraculous medicinal power. Furthermore... the strength of her Primordial Spirit's core had actually increased slightly compared to before the injury! Though extremely subtle, these short two weeks had actually been equivalent to a hundred years of hard cultivation!

"Is this... a rank eight soul-nourishing Divine Pill?!" Xue Shushu understood instantly, and her gaze subconsciously turned to the side.

She saw Yao Delong sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. Although his aura was still somewhat floating, it was much better than the exhausted state he had been in half a month ago. His expression was calm, seemingly focused on refining medicinal power to heal his injuries.

Looking at his currently slightly pale profile, the final thrilling scene instantly flashed through Xue Shushu's mind—that figure who had boldly appeared amidst the world-destroying lightning, that terrifying Qi and blood power burning with Glazed Divine Flame that erupted with the force of a Demon Emperor, and that domineering aura, like a brilliant sun, that made her Bloodline throb and her Soul tremble to its depths!

"It's him... it must be that Human Race Prodigy! But... why is his current aura Origin pure Demonic Power?" Immense doubt coiled around her heart like vines. Xue Shushu's gaze became incredibly complex, filled with inquiry and confusion.

At that moment, as if sensing something, Yao Delong opened his eyes. His gaze was clear and bright, and as it fell on Xue Shushu's face, he showed a gentle smile: "Fellow Daoist Shushu, you're finally awake! How do you feel?"

Xue Shushu quickly suppressed the churning thoughts in her heart and struggled to sit up: "This time... thank you, Fellow Daoist Long, for your help, and for the grace of using a Divine Pill to save me! Shushu... is eternally grateful!" Her voice was still a bit weak, but her sincere gratitude was palpable.

"You're too polite, Fellow Daoist." Yao Delong took a step forward and gently pressed her shoulder. "We both did our best to save Fellow Daoist Wuya, so what need is there for thanks? As for you, your Origin has been greatly depleted, and the injury to your Primordial Spirit cannot be healed in a single day. You still need to rest for a while; do not move recklessly."

Xue Shushu felt the steady pressure on her shoulder and the concern in his words, nodding slightly: "You are right, Fellow Daoist." She could indeed feel the emptiness within her body and the faint stinging pain coming from deep within her Primordial Spirit.

Right at that moment—