Chapter 443 - 181: "Find a Wife, Do Some Farming, Isn’t This Life Pretty Good Too?

Chapter 443: Chapter 181: "Find a Wife, Do Some Farming, Isn’t This Life Pretty Good Too?

All the organs were deathly pale.

They were the color of organs that had been removed and soaked in water for days—a chalky, fish-belly white.

These weren’t the organs of a living person.

He then took a box from his robes, retrieved a scarlet seed—plump and round like a chestnut—and forcefully pressed it into Tian Yi’s heart, which had all but stopped beating.

Watching from the side, Qi Chong’s lip twitched. It was as if he was experiencing the pain himself; a phantom ache suddenly bloomed in his own chest.

After finishing all this, the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley cut open Tian Yi’s stomach, stuffed a few Human Blood Pills inside, and then sutured both the stomach and the abdominal cavity shut.

"There."

Having completed the procedure, the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley let out a long, sweat-drenched sigh. He spoke quietly, his voice lacking confidence.

"Theoretically, he should begin to show faint signs of breathing after a day."

"At that point, you can start feeding him some liquid food."

"After three days."

"The Ghost Blood Flower will begin to grow inside him, its roots extending to take the place of his blood vessels. His color will gradually return, and he should be able to open his eyes."

"After seven days."

"He should be mostly healed. The rest is just a matter of a slow recovery."

"That’s the theory," Qi Chong said hesitantly. "And in practice?"

"I don’t know."

The Valley Master shook his head awkwardly. "This is my first time performing a treatment like this. In practice, it’s also possible... that the Ghost Blood Flower will just burst from his body."

"Turning him into a human flower."

With that, the Valley Master went back to his furnace to refine more Human Blood Pills and other elixirs for the recovery process. The other disciples of Medicine King Valley were also busy.

Some gave blood, some stoked the fires, and others prepared the alchemical ingredients.

...

Qi Chong stood by with a complicated expression, saying nothing more. The Hundred Valleys Pavilion was part of the logistics division and didn’t need to go to the front lines, but he still had a general understanding of the situation there.

It just seemed a bit more brutal than he had imagined.

In these chaotic times, he only had to worry about doing his own job well. He didn’t have to concern himself with other matters, and his life wasn’t in danger. In an era like this, that was a great blessing.

To live so peacefully until dying of old age would be the greatest blessing of all.

...

「Guanxi Plain.」

On the City Wall of the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land, a disciple stood looking out at the endless mist and rain beyond. He shivered and said tremulously,

"Damn, it’s getting colder and colder."

The Saint Master had taken most of the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land’s disciples to reinforce the Jiangbei Defense Line, leaving only a few behind to guard the sect.

After all, the number of Ghost Objects was bound to increase during the rainy season, so someone had to stay and guard the sect.

"I wonder when the Saint Master will be back."

It had been a while since they’d seen him, and he was starting to miss him a little.

"It should be soon."

Another disciple nearby was lounging in a rocking chair under a small canopy. He had his legs crossed and held a cup of hot tea, which he blew on before replying casually, "The rainy season is already half over. Once it ends and the Jiangbei Defense Line isn’t under so much pressure, the Saint Master will probably come back."

"Besides—"

"Isn’t it nice that he’s coming back later? Guard duty is never this laid-back on a normal day."

"This is much more comfortable."

"That’s true."

The first disciple thought for a moment, then nodded. He followed suit, settling into the adjacent rocking chair and pouring himself a cup of hot tea as well.

...

「Five days passed just like that.」

There were about ten days left until the end of the rainy season.

The darkness had only just receded; the sky was not yet fully bright.

The Eternal Night Hall had sent someone again.

A Flying Ship slowly entered the Mortal Realm’s territory and approached the Jiangbei Defense Line. This time, the one in the lead was a rather old man.

He had a full head of white hair and leaned on a Dragon Head Staff.

He stepped off the Flying Ship and onto the Jiangbei Defense Line’s City Wall. When he saw Chen Fan leaning on a Jade Staff, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of such a young face. Then, he smiled and spoke.

"So young and so accomplished. Truly, so accomplished."

"Allow me to introduce myself."

"I am Qiu Yisi, the Western Action Group Leader of the Eternal Night Hall."

"I have come specifically to apologize for the information leak that nearly led to the destruction of the Mortal Realm."

With that, Qiu Yisi held his staff horizontally and slowly bowed.

"There’s no need."

Chen Fan, who had been standing still, quickly stepped forward to support the man—who looked old enough to be his grandfather—and help him straighten up. He said in a low voice,

"The matter was an accident. I have no intention of blaming the Eternal Night Hall."

"Chen Fan, of the Jiangbei Mortal Realm."

’I knew the Eternal Night Hall would send someone to make contact,’ he thought, ’but I never expected them to send someone of such high status—the Western Action Group Leader.’

’In the Eternal Night Hall, that’s one of the highest-ranking positions there is.’

’In other words, within the Action Group division of the Eternal Night Hall, only three people were Qiu Yisi’s peers, and only one person outranked him.’

’It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was second to one and master to ten thousand.’

’The potential I’ve revealed so far shouldn’t be enough to warrant a personal visit from an Action Group Leader. A man like that is incredibly busy; he certainly doesn’t operate in this region on a normal day.’

’To come here specifically... he might have been traveling for the last five days straight just to get here.’

Qiu Yisi allowed Chen Fan to help him straighten up. He looked up into Chen Fan’s eyes, studying his face for a moment before suddenly chuckling. "How wonderful. I used to imagine that if I had a son, and he managed to grow up, he would be just like you—so full of heroic spirit, a true pillar of a man."

"It’s just a shame... I never got to see him when he was young."