Chapter 698 679: Recuperating

Perhaps it was because he couldn't stand the sight of Master Wang's enigmatic smile, or perhaps it was simply out of medical necessity. In any case, after a short while, Elder Alchemist Lou had wrapped Master Wang up from head to toe in bandages. Even his head was no exception, leaving only a few key areas exposed—his eyes to see, his mouth to eat, and his nostrils to breathe...

"This is a bit much, isn't it..." Out of respect for Elder Alchemist Lou's professionalism in rushing over in the middle of the night, Wang Meng hadn't stopped him at first. By the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late.

"You're gravely injured. Your muscles and bones are practically shattered, and your foundation is weak. So you tell me, is this necessary or not? Don't underestimate these bandages. They're all infused with a Pill Immortal's Magical Power, which is highly beneficial for your body. Sigh... I'll just charge you a hundred gold for it."

After pocketing the consultation fee, Elder Alchemist Lou vanished with the air of a sagely immortal.

Wang Meng felt something wasn't quite right. The bandages were indeed infused with Mana, but the amount used was a bit excessive... 'That old Pill Master only *looks* honest. A hundred gold!'

'Ah, well,' he thought. 'It couldn't have been easy for the man to rush over in the middle of the night.'

Wrapped in the bandages infused with the Pill Immortal's Magical Power, Wang Meng could feel wisps of healing energy seeping into him, so he didn't remove the excessive wrappings. He could recover faster by using the five little guys for Borrowing Spirit, but doing so would diminish the effects of his recent epiphany. An injury caused by Yin-Yang Reincarnation was best healed with the Power of Reincarnation. Even if the process was slower, it was far more beneficial for his body in the long run.

Although the two sisters didn't know how to care for the sick and injured, their presence was a comfort. Master Wang began circulating his Cultivation Technique, gradually entering a state of Fetal Breathing.

The next day, Wang Meng, still wrapped in bandages, went out to the courtyard to bask in the sun. As he felt the sunlight and the qi from the earth, he sensed the subtle harmony of yin and yang within them. Under the influence of his Yin Yang Technique, wisps of incredibly pure Five Elements Power were continuously drawn into his body, as if forging it anew. Although he couldn't store this power, it was slowly repairing and strengthening his physical form.

The little guys gathered around Wang Meng, their heads hung low in worry. Every one of them felt useless for not being able to help him when he needed it most.

Wang Meng comforted the little guys. In the Divine Space, he no longer needed their power. But in this world, he still had to rely on Borrowing Spirit to perceive yin and yang—unless he could make some progress with his Fate Grid Seed...

Wang Meng tried using his newfound understanding of yin and yang to gently nourish the stubborn Fate Grid Seed, but it remained as inert as a stone, completely unresponsive.

As he was comforting the little guys, Zuojing approached him. "Master, Miss Zhan Yingluo is here."

As she spoke, Youjing walked in through the courtyard gate, with Zhan Yingluo right behind her.

The moment Zhan Yingluo saw Wang Meng wrapped head to toe in bandages, a flicker of worry crossed her eyes. "Serves you right for being so arrogant. Finally got yourself beaten up, didn't you? Who was the bastard that did this?"

'Bastard?'

Wang Meng shook his head. "It was no one... What are you doing here?"

"And why shouldn't I be here? Your aunt goes into seclusion, and suddenly you turn up gravely injured."

'She was reading too much into it.' However, Wang Meng had indeed drawn a lot of ire during Han Chuxue's Dao discussion assembly, so it wouldn't have been surprising if someone had tried to ambush him. In fact, plenty of people wanted to do just that. But Wang Meng had been keeping a low profile, giving them no opportunity. They wouldn't dare attack him at home, not here. This was Haojing, the Wang Family's territory. Scheming out on the streets was one thing, but a direct assault on his residence was another matter entirely.

Wang Meng smiled. "Thanks for the concern, but it's really nothing serious... How did you know I was injured?" 'And that it was a serious injury, at that.'

"Who's concerned about you! I just heard that... your entire body, muscles and bones, had been severely injured. As a friend, I had to come check on you, didn't I?" Zhan Yingluo said, making an excuse. But seeing him covered head to toe in bandages, her nervousness returned. "Are you really okay?"

"I'm really fine..."

Wang Meng glanced over at Zuojing and Youjing. The two sisters paled and lowered their heads, saying nothing. Clearly, that old Pill Master they had summoned had a big mouth.

Wang Meng chuckled. "It's probably just a distorted rumor. I had a little mishap during my cultivation, and my True Essence bursting out just made for a scary-looking scene. The story must have gotten exaggerated as it spread. It's just a superficial injury."

"Really? Then why so many bandages for a superficial wound?"

"Well... perhaps the Pill Master's daughter is getting married."

"Why?"

"He needs to sell more bandages to pay for her dowry."

Wang Meng joked.

"You're wrapped up like a mummy and you're still in the mood to crack jokes!"

"When you're in a state like this, all you can do is laugh. I can't very well cry, can I? I'm really fine." Wang Meng's gaze softened. He could tell Zhan Yingluo was genuinely worried about him.

"Should I get a High Tier Pill Master to come and take a look?"

"Get another Pill Master over here just to sell me a new pile of Magic Bandages? You might as well just get me something to eat." Wang Meng had no desire for more bandages, but food was a different story. The Magic Bandages were actually quite effective; he could feel his muscles reshaping and growing, which meant he was in dire need of some good, nourishing food.

For some reason, the constant smile on Wang Meng's face just irritated Zhan Yingluo. Still, she said, "Food is all you ever think about... But I guess you're in luck. Since you're injured, I'll do you a favor and whip something up."

With a toss of her sleeve, she stormed off toward the kitchen. Zuojing and Youjing quickly scurried in after her.

Wang Meng was dumbfounded. 'He'd just been hoping she might bring some fruit or snacks next time she visited. He never expected the girl to actually march into his kitchen.' This... felt like the joke had gone a little too far.

Now that the news of his injury was out, it was telling that the Wang Family had shown no reaction at all. Instead, the first person to come visit him was Zhan Yingluo, an outsider. Wang Meng couldn't help but feel a little moved by this.

After a short wait, however, Zuojing and Youjing emerged carrying a table laden with delicious food.

Zhan Yingluo looked quite confident. "Seeing you in such high spirits, I guess you're not going to die after all."

Master Wang's movements were still restricted, and he couldn't make any sudden motions. Zuojing and Youjing flanked him, one on each side, to help him eat.

After a single bite, Wang Meng began to wolf down the food. "They say only the good die young, and my life is a tough one to take. This is delicious, truly delicious... Any man who marries you will be incredibly lucky."

Wang Meng blurted it out casually, the words escaping without a single thought. With such a feast before him, he had little mind for anything else. In truth, it was also a sign of how desperately his recovering body craved nourishment.

Zhan Yingluo's face immediately flushed bright red, but her tone remained airy. "Is that so? A shame some people are too dense to realize it."

Master Wang nearly choked. He immediately went back to eating his food in silence. 'Right now,' he thought, 'shutting up and playing dumb is the only smart move.'

Once the meal was over, Zhan Yingluo still didn't leave. Instead, she began busying herself around the courtyard, occasionally directing the twin sisters, Zuojing and Youjing, to do this and that. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)