If you want to fight, I'll fight you.

Su Yingluo's tone was devoid of any ups and downs, submissively agreeing to Su Ming's arrangements for her.

Just as the Blood Sword Tower had trained her, she showed unconditional obedience to the strong.

"What do you need me to do?" Su Yingluo asked immediately after her identity was established.

She was like an immobile doll, and Su Ming's commands were the gears that drove her.

"I need you to rest well in this room until your weakened body recovers."

When he had just checked Su Yingluo with his spiritual energy, Su Ming could feel how weak her body was.

Compared to Su Yingluo, Lin Zhaodi, whom he met in Lin Family Village, could be considered healthy.

The internal injuries left behind by the Blood Sword Tower's long-term training would become a hidden danger in the future if not recovered and treated soon.

Su Ming took out a Medicinal Pill and commanded Su Yingluo, "Swallow this."

Most of the Medicinal Pills in his possession suitable for ordinary people were personally refined by Luo Ningshuang.

Smelling the familiar fragrance of the Medicinal Pill, Su Ming couldn't help but think of his young fiancée.

"Ningshuang went to the Jade Pool Holy Land with her uncle; I wonder how she's doing now..."

With Luo Ningshuang's talent, Su Ming had no doubt she could establish a foothold in the Jade Pool Holy Land.

However, she happened to be the successor of the Jade Pool Empress.

This might not necessarily be good news for the Jade Pool Holy Land.

While Su Ming was thinking of his fiancée, Su Yingluo's slightly cold, calloused hand reached out, took the Medicinal Pill from his hand, and swallowed it.

Then Su Yingluo asked, "Don't I need to practice the sword today?"

Su Ming reached out and covered her small, calloused hands. "Do you usually have to practice the sword?"

"The person before required us to practice the sword for eight shichen every day. If we did less, we would be punished."

Su Yingluo's tone remained calm, but Su Ming still felt her small hand tremble when she mentioned the word 'punishment'.

So he lifted a corner of her sleeve and had Shen Ming check the situation for him.

This was something that couldn't be observed with the previous spiritual energy probe.

Shen Ming quickly replied, "Master, this human cub has many scars on her body; they are all sword wounds."

An image instantly formed in Su Ming's mind.

A weak Su Yingluo wielding a sword, only to be punished by the people of the Blood Sword Tower because she was too young and lacked physical strength.

The punishments carried out by these lunatics, who wanted to resurrect that Peerless Sword Cultivator and have him slaughter the Reincarnation Sword Realm, were naturally not simple.

These sword wounds were the best evidence.

"I want you to answer me honestly. Do these wounds hurt?"

"Is this... an order?"

"Yes."

"It hurts, but I can't say it, because I'll be punished."

Su Ming took a deep breath and then said, "For the next few days, I want you to rest well. You don't need to practice the sword, nor do you need to think about it. This is an order, understood?"

A trace of emotion finally rippled across that expressionless, tender little face.

"I understand."

After settling Su Yingluo in, Su Ming finally walked out of the room.

He admitted that he was in a somewhat bad mood.

The frustrated Su Ming paced back and forth in the courtyard until Chen Chuan returned.

"Senior, I've bought the clothes you asked for."

Chen Chuan was very shrewd; not only did he buy clothes suitable for Su Yingluo, but he also didn't forget Lin Zhaodi's.

"Put the things down. I want you to go out now and find someone who can treat injuries. Whether it's an Alchemist or a Physician, as long as they can treat people, get the best one. Understood?!"

"Understood, understood! I'm going right now!"

Chen Chuan placed the clothes on the stone table in the courtyard and turned back toward the bustling market.

The fury in Su Ming's tone and his explicit demands made Chen Chuan realize that something serious was happening.

Thus, he moved quickly, and in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he had dragged over the Guest Elder Alchemist from the City Lord's Mansion.

On the way, Chen Chuan repeatedly exhorted him to do his best to treat the patient and not to offend Su Ming.

To be a Guest Elder of the City Lord's Mansion, this Alchemist naturally had skills, both in alchemy and in dealing with people.

Thus, after arriving, he didn't engage in much small talk and chose to get straight to the point.

"Did Mr. Su call for me to treat an eye ailment?"

Su Ming knew his eyes weren't something an Alchemist could treat, so he didn't say much and directly led the man to Su Yingluo's room.

Due to Su Ming's previous command, she had already fallen asleep.

Seeing this, the Alchemist stepped forward to examine Su Yingluo's injuries. He was also very surprised to find a large number of sword wounds under her clothes.

"Mr. Su, I have examined the child's injuries. It just so happens that I have some leftover Medicinal Pills I refined for the Liu Residence the other day; they are perfect for treating her."

The Alchemist placed a small porcelain bottle on the table.

"There are three Medicinal Pills inside. Take one-twentieth of each pill, dissolve it in water, and have the child take it. During this time, Mr. Su will also need to use spiritual energy to neutralize the medicinal power."

[Host has successfully changed the status of the protagonist of destiny, Su Yingluo. Gained 50,000 destiny points.]

After receiving the System prompt, Su Ming immediately said, "If you need anything in the future, I can do you a favor. Provided it doesn't cross my bottom line."

Hearing this, the Alchemist's face lit up with joy; this promise was better than any other reward.

"Furthermore, if I find out you're using this promise of mine to swindle others, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Su."

Su Ming said no more and simply signaled for the two to leave.

Holding the porcelain bottle, Su Ming divided one of the pills into twenty portions and patiently waited for Su Yingluo to recover.

However, he didn't wait until Su Yingluo woke up; instead, he was met by Hu Xing, who had returned from the ambush site.

When he saw Su Ming, his expression was both fearful and complex.

"Mr. Su," Hu Xing began, "I have personally explained the matter of the Sword Pavilion to you, but they are a bit..."

"Is it that they can't accept it? Or do they want to hold me accountable?"

"They hope you can hand the child over to the Sword Pavilion for a thorough investigation. If everything is fine, they will return the child to you," Hu Xing said, bracing himself.

On one side was the Sword Pavilion, the strongest Sect in the Reincarnation Sword Realm, and on the other was Su Ming, whose strength was unknown.

Caught in the middle, Hu Xing was in a difficult position.

"Tell the Sword Pavilion that the person is here with me. If they want to take her away, no way. If they want to fight, I'll oblige. I'd like to see how many natal flying swords the Sword Pavilion wants to have broken."

As Su Ming said this, Hu Xing seemed to smell a thick scent of blood.

He recalled the traces he saw upon his return.

The blood and carcasses of Yao Beasts and Vicious Beasts scattered all over the ground were, without a doubt, Su Ming's handiwork.

If this man were to fall out with the Sword Pavilion, heavens know what massive upheaval would occur in the Reincarnation Sword Realm.