Chapter Seventy-Ninth: Never Turn Your Back On The Enemy

  Xiao Qing wore a light red floral cotton dress today, with pink soft shoes on her small feet, looking lovely and captivating.

  When she saw Xia Yan being carried back covered in blood, she couldn't catch her breath and almost fainted. When Xia Yan was carried into the room, she suddenly came to and hastily rushed into Xia Yan's room with a pair of golden lotus feet.

  Soon after, a bearded pharmacist with various specialized tools arrived, followed by the tribal chief and several elders.

  Xiao Qing only saw Xia Yan's pale face, the bloodstain on his chest had dyed his green shirt black. At that time, Xiao Qing's mind was a complete blank, and tears fell like broken strings.

  The surrounding noise was deafening, she couldn't hear anything at all. Her mind was filled with thoughts of whether Young Master Xia Yan would die, who had beaten him to such a state, and that person must be a big villain...

  "This young master, good endurance..." The pharmacist, holding five or six small bottles in his left hand and a silver needle that shone with a cold light in his right.

  "Oh?" Xia Fei Long stood behind the pharmacist and couldn't help but let out a soft "oh" when he heard what the pharmacist said.

  "Haha, this young master has suffered such a severe injury, yet there is no sign of pain on his face. I don't believe that such an injury wouldn't hurt at all. Such endurance, even I couldn't do it." The pharmacist's eyes flashed as he nodded and smiled at Xia Yan.

  Xia Feilong chuckled and a proud look appeared on his face. "Xia Yan, is indeed the most outstanding young master of our Xia family."

  Xia Yan saw the two of them conversing like this and couldn't help but crack a smile. "Tribe leader, senior, I'm actually in a lot of pain!"

  When Xia Yan said this, Xia Feilong and the pharmacist as well as several elders all showed a hint of a smile in their eyes.

  Until the pharmacist finished treating Xia Yan's wound, and then Xia Fei Long let Xiao Qing take out a new set of clothes for Xia Yan to wear, Xiao Qing slowly regained consciousness, her beautiful eyes still looking flustered.

  Xia Zixin, who was standing beside her, saw Xiao Qing's distracted expression and shook her head slightly, helping Xiao Qing take out a set of white undergarments from the purple wardrobe.

  After a moment, in the room, all the elders had left, leaving only Xia Zixing and Xiao Qing.

  "Xiao Qing, help me out." Xia Zixin beckoned to Xiao Qing.

  Xiao Qing walked over to Xia Zixing's side, holding the hem of her clothes in her hand, and watched as Xia Zixing clumsily tried to put the clothes on Xia Yan's body.

  Xia Yan was now clear-headed, and after the pharmacist's treatment, Xia Yan's wound had stopped bleeding and wasn't very painful anymore. However, it was still a bit difficult for him to get up and cooperate with Xia Zixing to put on his clothes. Having been pierced through the chest by a long sword, this was not something an ordinary person could endure; even slight movements would send tearing heart-wrenching pain through his chest.

  "Miss Zixin, let me do it!" Xiaoqing said in a low voice, her face showing a blush.

  Xia Zixin's face had long been red as an apple, and when she saw the solid muscles on Xia Yan's body, her heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

  Hearing Xiao Qing's voice behind her like a mosquito, Xia Zixin hastily stood up and looked at Xiao Qing.

  "Uh, this... I'm not familiar with it, Xiao Qing, you take care of it. Xia Yan, rest well, I'll come back tomorrow to see you." Xia Zi's pale hands didn't know where to place themselves, and her eyes dared not look at Xia Yan, instead scanning the room aimlessly.

  Xiao Qing saw that Xia Zi Xin seemed somewhat tense and couldn't help but feel a little strange, hadn't the pharmacist just said that Young Master Xia was no longer in danger?

  Xia Yan smiled and said, "You can go, Xia Qing is here."

  Xia Zixin murmured an "uh-huh" and hastily ran out of the door, closing it behind her.

  Although she had been serving as Xiaoyan's maid for more than a month, Xiaoqing had never personally helped Xiaoyan change her clothes, let alone her undergarments.

  The small hands trembled slightly as they touched Xia Yan's body, and Xia Yan felt the pair of small hands stuck to his own were exceptionally cold. Looking at Xiao Qing's small face, her lips were bitten, her complexion was red and enchanting, a pair of beautiful eyes rolled around.

  "Xiao Qing, you go out, I'll handle it myself," Xia Yan said.

  Xiao Qing's face turned pale, and she quickly moved her small hands to help him up, saying anxiously: "How can that be? Young Master Xia Yan, you're badly injured now. Xiao Qing is your maid, let me take care of you."

  Xia Yan could only continue lying still, but in fact, Xiao Qing's cool hands were constantly on her body, and it was still very comfortable.

  At night, Xia Yan half-reclined on the edge of the bed.

  Even with severe injuries, Xia Yan's cultivation did not stop. The spiritual net of the heart method was operating in his mind, and at this moment, Xia Yan was still refining the "Tianyu Shengong".

  At this time, the old Holy Emperor came out again. Xia Yan felt a sudden surge of energy fluctuations, stopped his heart method operation, opened his eyes, and saw that it was indeed the old Holy Emperor who had come out.

  Xia Yan smiled lightly, and he knew that the old Holy Emperor would definitely appear today. Sure enough, the old Holy Emperor has appeared now.

  The old emperor walked to the bedside and gazed at Xia Yan who was lying on the bed with a smile.

  "Xia Yan, you're still smiling? You almost lost your life today, do you know that?" The old emperor's face was red with rage as he glared at Xia Yan.

  No mistake, today, Xia Yan and death just brushed past each other, less than a centimeter apart.

  "Didn't I just die?" Xia Yan smiled shamelessly.

  He knew that the old emperor was completely angry because of worry.

  "This time you didn't die, it doesn't mean next time you won't. Xia Yan, you must remember, in front of your opponent, you can never let your guard down. Even if you don't want to kill him immediately, you can't turn your back on him, do you understand?" The Holy Emperor's voice became extremely solemn.

  Xia Yan's expression also turned cold, returning from the square. Xia Yan had actually been thinking too. If it wasn't for his carelessness today, thinking that Xi Qiushui wouldn't attack him again, how could he have almost been killed by a sudden sneak attack with his strength?

  The old emperor said it right, this time we narrowly escaped, next time, maybe not.

  "Uh-huh, I know, I'll remember next time." Xia Yan nodded.

  Upon hearing Xia's words, the old emperor's anger was somewhat vented, and his face gradually returned to calm.

  "Medicine is also running out soon?" The old emperor's eyes flickered for a moment.

  Xia Yan's heart stirred, the twelve bottles of medicine he had configured under the guidance of Sheng Huang Lao Tou last time, now only one bottle was left. This one bottle should have been used today, but now it seems that to use this last bottle of medicine, at least a week will have to pass.

  "Yes, and there's still one more bottle. My spiritual power is now much stronger than before, haha, 'Tianyu Divine Gun' has also been condensed to over 30%. Once I fully condense the 'Tianyu Divine Gun', the power of the Ling Luo Sword will probably be even stronger than that of an ordinary superior-grade human-level secret technique." Xia Yan was still quite satisfied with his cultivation speed.

  Especially since taking this medicine, Xia Yan's mental strength has become more and more tenacious, and Xia Yan himself can clearly feel this change. For example, today's severe injury, if it were before he had a strong mental strength, Xia Yan would probably have fainted from the pain. But today, Xia Yan remained clear-headed throughout.