161: Chapter 161 Winning While Lying Down? This is Called Work Injury Compensation

Medicine King Peak, Intensive Care Ward.

The air was filled with a rich scent of Purple Spiritual Grass, a bitterness with a hint of sweetness.

Gu Yan lay on a sickbed carved from a single piece of ten-thousand-year cold jade, wrapped tightly from head to toe in special "Rejuvenation Bandages," with only his nostrils and mouth exposed.

Even his hands, which had killed countless, were wrapped into two giant white rice dumplings.

[Host, isn't this look a bit too exaggerated?]

The System complained in his mind: [According to detection, your internal injuries were 99% repaired by the Blood River Battle Body long ago. The remaining skin trauma wouldn't even need a Band-Aid. Looking like this, you look like a thousand-year-old mummy just unearthed.]

"Shut up if you don't understand."

Gu Yan replied in his heart, while controlling his throat muscles to squeeze out a weak cough.

"Cough… water…"

The door opened in response.

Jiang Wanrou walked in quickly holding a jade bowl, her eyes red and swollen—she had clearly just been crying.

She carefully scooped a little Spiritual Spring Water with a spoon and fed it to Gu Yan's mouth.

Before Gu Yan could swallow, the light at the door suddenly dimmed.

Two powerful auras surged into the room.

Yunlan Sect Master Ye Guyun, and Law Enforcement Hall Elder Su Ming.

Sect Master Ye Guyun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on Gu Yan, who was wrapped like a mummy.

On that face, which was usually stern, there appeared a rare look of emotion.

"Don't move, just lie there."

Seeing Gu Yan struggling to get up to salute, Sect Master Ye Guyun waved his large sleeve, a gentle spiritual power pressing him back onto the bed.

"This trip to Fallen Demon Valley was hard on you."

Sect Master Ye Guyun walked to the bedside, looking at the bandages still seeping with "blood" (actually chicken blood applied by Jiang Wanrou), his voice heavy with grief: "If not for you risking your life to bring back the news, our Yunlan Sect would still be kept in the dark by the Lin family. That Lin Canghai… he truly deserves to die!"

Gu Yan panted with difficulty, staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes.

"Sect Master… cough, cough… this Disciple is incompetent… I couldn't stop him…"

Gu Yan's voice sounded like sandpaper grinding on a tabletop, hoarse and unpleasant: "Lin Canghai has gone mad… He threw hundreds of Loose Cultivators into the blood pool… and he said… he said…"

"What else did he say?" Elder Su Ming interjected at the right moment, holding a wine gourd in his hand, ready to perform "first aid" on Gu Yan at any time.

Gu Yan's chest heaved violently, as if recalling some terrifying scene.

"He said… the Yunlan Sect owes the Lin family… since the Sect won't give it, he will take it himself… Even if he has to use the blood of the entire Sect to sacrifice to the banner, he will obtain the Legacy of Ancestor Blood River…"

"Bastard!"

Sect Master Ye Guyun was furious, slamming a palm onto the sandalwood table beside him.

Bang!

The hard sandalwood table instantly turned into powder.

"What a Lin Canghai! What a Lin family!"

Sect Master Ye Guyun's beard trembled with anger: "Our Yunlan Sect has treated him well, yet he dared to harbor such wolfish ambition! And he wanted to drag the entire Sect to the grave with him? I think his brain has been ruined by practicing demonic arts!"

Beside him, Elder Su Ming secretly gave Gu Yan a thumbs up, then echoed with a face full of grief and indignation: "Sect Master, this Lin family conducted blood sacrifices at the Black Stone Vein and set an ambush at Fallen Demon Valley. If it weren't for Gu Yan's luck, and the fact that he happened to bring Jiang Wanrou along to break their Formation, the consequences… would be unimaginable."

Sect Master Ye Guyun took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He turned to look at Gu Yan, his gaze becoming gentle.

At this moment when "traitors are everywhere," the Guest Elder before him, who was "seriously injured" for the sake of the Sect and almost lost his life, appeared exceptionally loyal and pleasing to the eye.

"Gu Yan, you have made a great contribution."

Sect Master Ye Guyun took out a jade box with a golden seal from his bosom and placed it solemnly by Gu Yan's pillow.

"This is the 'Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill.' It is something I obtained from an ancient relic years ago. As long as you have one breath left, it can rebuild your Foundation and even help your Physical Body advance further."

Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill!

Beside them, Jiang Wanrou's hand shook, and she almost dropped the bowl.

This was a legendary Tier 5 Medicinal Pill! A life-saving treasure that was priceless; the Sect Master was actually willing to take it out!

"Sect Master… this is too valuable… this Disciple…" Gu Yan struggled to decline.

"Take it if I give it to you!"

Sect Master Ye Guyun held his hand (the dumpling), his tone unquestionable: "You shed blood for the Sect, and the Sect will never treat a hero unfairly. Get some rest, and when you recover, I will have more rewards for you."

After speaking, Sect Master Ye Guyun gave a few more instructions and left with an aura of Killing Intent.

The matter with the Lin family was not over yet; he still had to preside over the cleanup.

The door closed.

Footsteps faded away.

Only Elder Su Ming, Jiang Wanrou, and Gu Yan remained in the room.

Elder Su Ming casually cast a sound-insulation Restriction.

His original expression of grief and indignation collapsed instantly, and he sat down on a chair, unscrewing his wine gourd to take a big gulp.

"Alright, stop acting, they're gone."

Elder Su Ming looked sideways at the mummy on the bed: "Although that old guy Sect Master Ye Guyun is upright, he isn't stupid. It's just that the Lin family went too far this time, and the chain of evidence was too solid; otherwise, he wouldn't have believed you so easily."

Gu Yan opened his eyes, his previously vacant pupils instantly regaining clarity.

Rip.

He raised his hand and tore off the bandages on his face, letting out a long breath: "These bandages were wrapped too tightly; I almost choked to death."

He grabbed the jade box by the pillow and flicked his fingertip, breaking the seal.

A rich, thick medicinal fragrance instantly filled the room. Just by smelling it, the pores all over his body relaxed.

Inside the box lay a Golden Core the size of a dragon's eye, with nine cloud patterns flowing on the surface, breathing as if it had life.

"Good stuff."

Gu Yan didn't hesitate at all, grabbing the Medicinal Pill and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Hey! You…"

Jiang Wanrou wanted to stop him, saying that this medicine had to be taken in three doses with a medicinal bath.

Gulp.

Gu Yan had already swallowed it.

[Ding! High-level energy source detected.]

[Item: Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill (Tier 5).]

[Bloodline Furnace activated… Refining in progress.]

[Obtained Bloodline points: 2000!]

[Physical Body enhancement +5%.]

[Evaluation: Tastes a bit sweet. Next time, ask the Sect Master for two more; this thing tastes better than candy.]

Gu Yan smacked his lips, feeling a hot current explode in his stomach, which was then quickly absorbed by his greedy Blood River Battle Body.

"Nice."

He sat up from the bed, his bones emitting a series of crisp cracking sounds.

Elder Su Ming's mouth twitched at the sight: "That was the Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill… and you just ate it like candy? Aren't you afraid of exploding?"

"Elder Su Ming, my Physique is special, as you know."

Gu Yan smiled and began to remove the bandages from his body: "By the way, how is the situation with the Lin family?"

Mentioning business, the drunkenness on Elder Su Ming's face faded a bit, revealing a foxy, cunning smile.

"The looting is in progress. The boys from the Law Enforcement Hall have been holding back for so many years; this time they've even pried up the floor tiles of the Lin family."

Elder Su Ming lowered his voice, took out a storage ring with no markings from his sleeve, and threw it to Gu Yan: "This is a portion from the secret vault that Lin Zixuan confessed to earlier. I had people secretly intercept it. The rest of the big haul went to the Sect's public treasury; this bit of 'hardship pay' is what you deserve."

Gu Yan took the ring and scanned it with his Divine Sense.

It was filled with various rare Body Refining materials, and there were even two pieces of "Star Iron" the size of a fist.

"Elder Su Ming is generous."

Gu Yan put away the ring, jumped off the bed, and stretched his limbs: "With these things, my "Wild Tyrant Body" should be able to reach the next level."

Jiang Wanrou looked at the vigorous man in front of her, then at the pile of bloody bandages on the floor, and shook her head helplessly.

"Since you're fine, I'll go prepare your medicinal bath." She turned and walked towards the inner room.

"Don't rush."

Gu Yan stopped her and pointed to the Law Enforcement Hall Disciples busy outside the window.

"The good show has only just begun."

"Now that the big tree of the Lin family has fallen, there must be quite a few monkeys wanting to come and share the fruit." A cold glint flashed in Gu Yan's eyes. "Although we've eaten the meat, we can't let others drink the soup just like that."

"Elder Su Ming, please do me a favor and spread the word."

Gu Yan said while getting dressed: "Just say that although I, Gu Yan, am seriously injured, as long as I have one breath left, Qingyun Peak is my territory. Whoever dares to reach out, I will chop off their claws."

Elder Su Ming took a swig of wine and laughed loudly: "Don't worry, you are now the 'big hero' of the Sect. Who would dare to touch your bad luck at this time? Isn't that just looking for death?"

"However…" Elder Su Ming's tone changed, and his eyes became somewhat playful, "Little Sword God Ye Gucheng of Wan Jian Peak has come out of seclusion. He has long coveted Qingyun Peak; now that you've snatched his meat, I'm afraid he won't let it go so easily."

"Little Sword God Ye Gucheng?"

Gu Yan tightened his belt and picked up the soul-shattering knuckles from the table, putting them on gently.

"Let him come."

"It just so happens that my soul-shattering knuckles haven't had their fill yet."