Chapter 1582: The Miracle on Uncle’s Body
Chapter 1582: Chapter 1582: The Miracle on Uncle’s Body
After speaking, he pulled Han Yutang, preparing to fly away.
"Wait." Han Yutang broke free from his hand and quickly came to Han Yan.
"I was wrong about the past, I apologize to you, and hope for your forgiveness. Also, thank you for saving my life earlier." Han Yutang’s words were brief, but there was no more perfunctory tone, only sincerity.
"I was too reckless in the past; let’s forget it." Han Yan said.
"Mm." Han Yutang nodded heavily and turned around.
"Wait, if you want to restore your cultivation, come to Holy Sword Peak to find me," Han Yan suddenly said.
The injury of Han Yutang had no solution from others. But as long as it was an injury, not related to strange techniques, she and Ye Yanran could heal it together.
"What did you say?" Han Yutang and Ao Fangchen were simultaneously taken aback, looking at Han Yan in disbelief.
"If you believe me, come to Holy Sword Peak to find me," Han Yan smiled and said.
"Then I shall trouble you. This old man thanks you in advance." Han Yutang was still stunned, but Ao Fangchen had already bowed respectfully to Han Yan.
Today’s Han Yan brought him too many surprises, and he no longer dared to regard her with the eyes of seeing a junior. He knew that Han Yan would not speak without confidence, at least ninety percent sure, which to him, was definitely an unexpected delight.
"Elder Ao, you don’t need to be so polite." Han Yan quickly returned the bow. Secretly admiring, he was truly an old demon who lived for a thousand years, far quicker to seize the opportunity than ordinary people; once he performed this bow, even if she wanted to change her mind, it was too late.
Strange brilliance filled the sky, the scene before their eyes became increasingly illusory and vague, Ao Fangchen and Han Yutang’s figures had disappeared before them, Han Yan and the others felt their bodies lighten, and found themselves at the base of Divine Sword Peak.
It turned out that the Holy Soul Illusion Realm’s transmission array was a one-way array, entering together but exiting in different places.
Han Yan and the others were lucky; they appeared right at the base of Divine Sword Peak, while others didn’t know where they were sent.
Han Yan didn’t bother waiting for others, walking straight to the peak with Yue Fanchen.
"Eh, where am I?" Zhao Sinin’s voice suddenly came from the nearby bushes.
After all, as long as the barrier closed, everyone would be transmitted out, so Han Yan hadn’t bothered with him before; she didn’t expect him to wake up immediately upon leaving the illusion realm.
"I’m not dead, I’m actually not dead!" Zhao Sinin muttered in surprise, remembering something, then turned to see Han Yan and Yue Fanchen.
"Did you save me?" Zhao Sinin asked, frowning at Han Yan.
"You saved yourself, really. Without you, we might not have lasted till the end, let alone defeated Gai Huangji and Bo Xuanji." Han Yan said.
It was the truth; without Zhao Sinin, they couldn’t have unleashed that sword akin to reincarnation; they would have been wasted by Ao Fangchen, with nothing to fight against Gai Huangji and Bo Xuanji.
"What Gai Huangji, what are you talking about?" Zhao Sinin looked puzzled.
Only then did Han Yan realize that when Gai Huangji appeared, he was already unconscious, not knowing anything.
"It’s nothing." Han Yan said.
Gai Huangji and Bo Xuanji’s entrance to the Holy Soul Illusion Realm was due to Ao Fangchen. If word spread, it would harm his reputation; she was willing to heal Han Yutang, naturally unwilling to tarnish his name, so she chose not to say more.
"By the way, where is that old guy Ao Fangchen? With your strength, you couldn’t possibly be his match, right?" Zhao Sinin, unaware of Gai Huangji, asked puzzledly about Ao Fangchen.
"You don’t remember?" Han Yan asked strangely. They defeated Ao Fangchen, thanks to his madness; how could he forget?
"I only remember that old fellow was strong, we three weren’t his match, then... then..." Zhao Sinin held his head, seeming to have some vague impression but couldn’t recall.
Han Yan then realized he didn’t remember anything after going mad, no wonder; how could one remember madness clearly?
"Afterward, relying on the Sword Soul, I defeated Ao Fangchen." Han Yan said.
Asking a madman to recall his actions during madness seemed quite cruel.
"Oh." Zhao Sinin responded but still pondered, feeling something was amiss.
"Han Yan, although you’ve saved me this time, and I owe you one, one day, I will kill you and avenge Ling Xian." Thinking it over without a result, Zhao Sinin didn’t dwell on it, stating his determination to Han Yan.
He then strode away.
"Wait." Han Yan called out to him, handing over some jade bottles filled with elixirs.
"My injuries don’t matter." Zhao Sinin said, frowning.
"Not for healing." Han Yan replied.
"Then what is it?" Zhao Sinin asked.
"Don’t ask more; I won’t harm you. If I wanted, I wouldn’t need to use means like these." Han Yan said.
Zhao Sinin tilted his head, considering it true; if Han Yan wanted to harm him, she’d act directly, no need to waste elixirs. Although not wanting to further owe her, seeing her firm demeanor, he instinctively took the elixirs and ignored the two, heading first to the peak.
"What elixirs did you give him?" Once Zhao Sinin was far away, Yue Fanchen quietly asked Han Yan.
"Heart-Clearing and Qi Condensing Pill, Six Spirit Nourishing God Pill, Sky Jade Heart Protecting Pill, and..." Han Yan said.
"Hold on, what are these elixirs for?" Yue Fanchen felt overwhelmed, directly asking Han Yan.
"Originally for Qi Nourishing and Soul Condensing in cultivation, but can also treat mental disorders, put simply, it’s a cure for madness." Han Yan answered.
"Remember, cultivation is important, but don’t stop the medicine!" After speaking, Han Yan hadn’t forgotten to remind Zhao Sinin from afar: Don’t stop the medicine!
"Uh..." Yue Fanchen looked dazed, Han Yan’s concerned reminder echoing in his ears: Don’t stop the medicine, don’t stop the medicine!
Returning to Holy Sword Peak, Han Yan took Yue Fanchen to the rear mountain.
The secret of Divine Blood Healing was best known by fewer people.
As Han Yan’s drop of blood fell onto his arm, turning into a golden light before merging into his body, Yue Fanchen distinctly felt a power long dormant in the depths of his Qi Sea quietly awaken, rushing turbulently through his meridians.
Bottlenecks that had restrained him for so long broke like paper, and his strength continuously improved.
The sky was filled with surging winds and clouds, countless Heaven and Earth Power gathering.