A question arose in everyone’s mind simultaneously, but the next second, Chui Yim answered them with his actions.
He sliced the grade-three dagger across his left hand, causing blood to gush out. Under his control, he dripped it into the cauldron slowly.
Whoosh… The Nine-Dragon Flame Gathering Cauldron increased in temperature greatly, and soon, thirty pills shot out of the cauldron.
Chui Yim stumbled, unable to catch the pills. However, Hung Siu waved his hands, and under the control of his energliph, the thirty pills congealed in the air. He looked at Chui Yim with a complicated expression and turned to the rest. “Give the pills out.”
It was as if everything had come to a stop, everyone so silent that they could hear a pin drop.
Ping Ching immediately rushed over to hold Chui Yim and fed him a recovery pill, which helped him restore his blood energy.
Every cultivator that took the pill came to give Chui Yim a bow of gratitude. They continued doing so even though Chui Yim was meditating and resting, not paying attention to what was happening in the outside world.
Chui Yim saved them with his own blood, literally. And the alchemists finally understood why Chui Yim stayed silent when they asked for a recipe; Chui Yim was the only person who could refine this pill since his blood was a crucial ingredient.
The alchemists did not understand why only Chui Yim’s blood had such a special effect. Only Ping Ching, who roughly knew about the Heaven’s Flame in his heart, guessed the answer.No matter what, the alchemists were looking at Chui Yim with gratification and admiration. One that sacrifices themselves to save lives is a great doctor.
This kind of fearless spirit to sacrifice was precisely the virtue that all medical practitioners must possess, and this was also the greatest spirit of sacrifice.
It didn’t matter if the Great Wisdom people wanted to acknowledge Chui Yim’s actions – they had to, even if they once viewed him as someone who brought bad luck.
The entire incident came to an end, and the alchemists and glipheons that came from Southern Ping returned to their city.
Chui Yim was currently resting on the bed in the best guest room of the Hung Clan. He was unwilling to, but the Hung Clan insisted. Despite not being severely injured, the loss of blood was still quite serious.
He lost the essence of blood that was maintaining his Heaven’s Flame heart chamber.
To powerful cultivators, every drop of blood was essence, even if they reached the legendary six-chambered state where they were immortal. At that point, every drop of their blood could turn into a life-saving pill and would be a huge depletion to the cultivator if they lost it.
Even though Chui Yim was not yet in that state, his physical body was strong, just a step away from breaking through the boundary to reach the physique of a four-chambered glipher. Thus, those two cauldrons of pills caused him to lose a significant amount of essence.
But with his powerful recovery speed, he would be back on his feet in no time.
Ping Ching was currently sitting by his bed. Her scent made Chui Yim dizzy; he was unable to differentiate if it was the smell of pills or her sweetness.
“Brother Chui, I’m going to leave,” she said softly.
“Alright. Green mountains and clear waters, we will meet again in the future.”
Ping Ching shook her head, looking down in a pitiful manner.
After some time, she looked up at Chui Yim slowly. “Would you take me in if I was the person who dared to become your assistant back then?” she asked, so softly that it seemed like a mumble.
Chui Yim was taken aback. Ping Ching stared at him softly, yet with strong determination. This made him move his glance away subconsciously.
Ping Ching might have seemed weak, but she was filled with determination. When she saw Chui Yim move his glance away, she couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.
“No matter what, I’ll wait for you. The long and arduous journey of cultivation is tough to traverse alone. With Brother Chui’s companionship, my life would definitely not be in vain. Brother Chui, I will be waiting for you in Southern Ping.”
The scent came and left quickly. By the time Chui Yim realised what happened, the door to the guest room was already wide open.
It was as if the scent was being sucked out of the room, leaving only a slight hint.
Chui Yim was in a daze as he smelt the scent and felt the wetness on his cheeks.
It was difficult to return the favour of a beauty.
The next day, Great Wisdom City was mourning, with countless white cloths and white scarves covering the whole city. The city did not hide the news and made the incident known to everyone.
“This incident will be written into a book called the Great Wisdom Scroll and be included in the required reading for school. This bloody incident is a warning to the city of how frightening infighting is.”
This was the announcement Hung Siu made to the city.
The Great Wisdom City members accepted this fact and were no longer angry. No matter how much hatred the residents bore, the entire Wai Clan was already eliminated, and the culprit, Wai Chung Yin, committed suicide right after planning this deadly scheme, leaving nobody to take revenge on.
And just like Hung Siu mentioned, it taught them the dreadful consequences of infighting, which was commonplace in Great Wisdom City as, in their minds, only competition would allow them to grow.
Back then, the Wai Clan wanted to take over the city with the justification that they had the Blood Purification Pill recipe, which angered the Hung Clan. The whole incident was partially the Wai Clan’s fault – their own greediness. But the Hung Clan who massacred their entire clan was obviously at fault too.
At the end of the day, everyone had a part to play in the deadly incident today, and it was meaningless for those who had already passed on as they had already paid their price.
No worldly affairs mattered once someone shut their coffin.
Great Wisdom City incurred a huge loss because of this incident, but at least it made them more cooperative, just like how refined steel became more sturdy after going through the refinement process.
Today, the atmosphere in the Hung Clan was extremely tense.
A teenager covered in black veins and bright red skin as if he had suffered fire burns stood in the middle of the arena calmly. He was just like a sun, attracting the attention of all.
He was none other than Hung Ching Yeung, the only survivor of about twenty three-chambered cultivators that entered the bloody waterfall. To be exact, the only survivor for now.
He was able to make it to today because he was way stronger than the rest, just as he mentioned.
He was able to lengthen his life by burning his energliph and vitality. This also allowed him to wake up from his coma and help the team of doctors figure out the cure, save the lives of other patients, as well as the secret history of Great Wisdom City.
In front of Hung Ching Yeung was Hung Ching Sun. Hung Ching Sun no longer looked at his brother with a complicated look. Instead, he was filled with unwillingness. At this point, all jealousy and hatred disappeared into thin air; all that was left in his mind was the fun times they had together as brothers.
“Why don’t you take the cure? It might save you,” Hung Ching Sun asked.
But Hung Ching Yeung only smiled and shook his head. He caressed Hung Ching Sun’s head like how he did as a kid.
“I’m at death’s door. If I take the pill he made, doesn’t that mean I owe him my life?”
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