readsfreenovel Chapter 572 Mingyu
Chapter 572 Mingyu
Chu Ziyu struggled to fly the sword and took Lin Ci'an away from Qingshan Town, but just after flying a hundred miles, his spiritual power began to become unstable due to his injuries.
The sword light flickered, and its flight trajectory became shaky.
Lin Ci'an noticed that his brother's breathing was getting heavier. The hand that was supporting his waist felt a hot and wet spot - blood had soaked through the bandage and was dripping down his clothes.
"Brother..."
Chu Ziyu's face was as pale as paper, but he still said gently: "It's okay, just hold on for a while... we will reach the sect by sunset."
He tightly grasped Chu Ziyu's sleeve, fearing that his senior brother would suddenly fall down, and his voice trembled: "Senior brother, let's walk. I... I can carry you."
Chu Ziyu chuckled and rubbed his head, but groaned because of the pain on his wound.
"Brother is fine."
He turned around and continued to fly the sword, but felt the boy's arm suddenly tighten behind him, and an almost invisible curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
The Tianxuan Sword Sect has a majestic mountain gate.
When Chu Ziyu flew over the sea of clouds on his sword, the mountain protection formation sensed his breath and automatically opened a gap.
The gatekeeper saw the blood-stained white shadow from afar and came over with a cry of surprise:
"Second Brother! Are you injured?"
“No problem.”
Chu Ziyu waved his hands, but coughed twice because of the injury. Blood slid down the corner of his lips, and red spots appeared on his white clothes.
The wrist exposed outside the sleeve was white and almost transparent, and the light blue blood veins were faintly visible.
"This is Master's new Junior Brother Lin."
Chu Ziyu leaned over to introduce him, his voice clear as usual. Only Lin Ci'an, who was standing behind him, could see that his left hand, which was behind his back, was tightly pinching the base of his thumb to keep him awake.
After passing through the mountain protection formation, Chu Ziyu's breathing became noticeably lighter.
Lin Ci'an suddenly discovered that the jade crown that his senior brother was wearing had tilted half an inch. A strand of hair hung down on the side of his neck, stained with shiny beads of sweat.
This person who was always as dignified as jade actually showed a rare bit of embarrassment at this moment.
"Let's go to the pharmacy first."
As Chu Ziyu was about to make hand gestures to summon the sword, his knuckles suddenly spasmed and bounced away.
He calmly held his shaking right hand and said, "It's fine to walk. It's a good opportunity to show you the way."
Lin Ci'an stared at his senior brother's earlobe that was penetrated by the sunlight. It was so thin that tiny blood vessels could be seen.
He stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost, and placed it behind Chu Ziyu's waist as he took a step.
There were tiny flashes of lightning floating in the boy's palm, ready to catch anyone who might fall.
Under the pear blossom tree outside the medicine hall, Chu Ziyu suddenly stopped. He raised his hand to catch a falling petal and suddenly chuckled: "At this time last year, I was still helping Master brew pear blossom wine."
He unconsciously crushed the petals in his palm, and the juice seeped into his fingers like blood.
"Brother's hand..."
"Huh?" Chu Ziyu lowered his head and realized that his fingernails had cut his palm without him noticing.
He shook it casually, and blood splashed on the snow-white petals.
“Minor injury.”
He casually wrapped his hands with a handkerchief, and when he turned around, the hem of his clothes swept the ground, leaving a few invisible spots of blood.
Lin Ci'an's eyes followed those dark red marks until he was interrupted by a cold snort.
"Is this Xuan Xiao's new disciple?"
The elder of the medicine hall, Mingyu, the junior brother of Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, was over four hundred years old and was leaning against the door frame, looking at them.
This elder, who was obsessed with elixirs but neglected his cultivation, still had medicine residues stuck in his black hair, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
“The roots are good.”
Mingyu's gaze stayed on Lin Ci'an for a moment, her brows slightly furrowed, and then she turned to Chu Ziyu and her expression suddenly changed: "But what are you doing——"
"Come in now, Chu Ziyu."
Chu Ziyu, who was familiar with Mingyu's temper, knew that he was angry at this time.
The silver scissors "clicked" as they parted the bloodstained fabric, revealing the claw wound that ran across the back. The rotten flesh was a strange blue-purple color, and it moved slightly with each breath.
As soon as Mingyu's scissors touched the edge of the wound, Lin Ci'an saw his brother's back muscles instantly tense like a fully drawn bow.
But Chu Ziyu's eyelashes didn't even tremble, but the corners of his lips became paler.
"The poison has penetrated your bones, how can you hold on until now?"
"Get in bed immediately..."
Mingyu put his hand on Chu Ziyu's wrist, probing, and suddenly his expression changed, and his silver scissors fell into the jade plate with a clang.
He pointed at the blue-purple wound with a shaking hand: "The wind and thunder spirits are in conflict with each other, and you dare to use up your spiritual power?!"