護花近衛 - 第2901章 活了過來 - 翰墨軒

At that very moment, Uncle Zhu drove up, got out of the car with the snacks, and happened to see Shen Yushu bring her rod down on Zhao Qibing's head, splitting it open and drawing blood. He froze. "This... what is this..."

"Oh, the food's here!" Shen Yushu, black iron refined-steel rod in hand, ran up to Uncle Zhu, snatched the snacks from him, and said to Gu Mengyao, "Yaoyao, let's go eat!"

With that, she ran into the villa.

Gu Mengyao was rather exasperated. She spread her hands at Uncle Zhu. "Get him out of here, quick."

"Is Young Master Bing... dead?" Uncle Zhu asked, aghast.

"Not dead. Unconscious, most likely." Gu Mengyao knew the relationship between Uncle Zhu and Wei Zhao, so she didn't hold anything back from him.

Uncle Zhu nodded, walked over, and felt for Zhao Qibing's breath. Finding that he was still breathing, he let out a sigh of relief, then quickly carried him off, heading straight for the Hidden Zhao family.

Zhao Qibing's skull was split and his leg was split, but he was a cultivator after all. Not long after he got back to the Hidden Zhao family, he came to—though his head throbbed as if it would burst, the leg was a distant second. That blow Shen Yushu had landed on his skull had been vicious; the bone of his head was shattered.

Old Master Zhao had arrived by then too. After hearing Zhao Qibing's account, he was at a loss for words, though he understood the young man's frame of mind. The desire to master the Thousand Legs was admirable enough—it was just that Shen Yushu had played him far too cruelly.

As for Uncle Zhu, he wasn't punished. After all, it wasn't that he'd failed in his duty to protect the boy—Zhao Qibing had asked Shen Yushu himself to hit him, and Uncle Zhu had nothing to do with it. Besides, at the time it happened, he'd been sent out to buy snacks.

"With injuries like these, you'd better take a Small Restoration Pill. I don't want you left with any aftereffects," Old Master Zhao said after a moment's thought.

"But Grandfather, doesn't that mean my legs got split for nothing? They were this close to breaking!" Zhao Qibing was unwilling to let it go. Otherwise he'd have taken the Small Restoration Pill long ago.

"Uncle Zhu, you really should have taken the chance, while Qibing was unconscious, to give his legs a couple more whacks and break them clean through. Now that he's awake, we've got no way," Old Master Zhao said helplessly.

"But the way things were then, how could I bring myself to do it?" Uncle Zhu said with a bitter smile.

"True enough. Your loyalty to Qibing is beyond question—I know that. Never mind. Old Mian, give Qibing a Small Restoration Pill first, and we'll think of something else..." Old Master Zhao had the feeling that everything had been going wrong lately—above all, Wei Zhao was growing stronger and stronger, and for the Hidden Zhao family he would always be a threat!

Yet he had no way to finish Wei Zhao off, and the other hidden families sat tight and made no move. This left him in a bind.

How could he get the other hidden families to join forces and take Wei Zhao down together? Old Master Zhao began to ponder the possibility of an alliance. He was certain that no matter how formidable Wei Zhao was, he couldn't withstand all the hidden families united...

Wei Zhao cultivated until nightfall before he rose and glanced at Tu Bawang, not far away. In Wei Zhao's view, Tu Bawang's injuries were in fact not serious at all—this little bit of damage was nothing.

Wei Zhao walked over, pressed his fingers to the pulse gate at Tu Bawang's wrist, and set the second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Subduing Art in motion, swiftly repairing the injuries inside Tu Bawang's body. He steered around Tu Bawang's meridians, though—whatever they had been before, they stayed exactly that way.