Chapter 2901 — He Came Back to Life
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Of course, the Wei Zhao of old, using only the first layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Subduing Art, could never have managed this. But the second layer he now wielded with perfect ease—these things were no problem at all.
Tu Bawang had been keeping himself alive on Great Restoration Pills, and the body had all the nourishment it needed, but so many parts of him were damaged that he couldn't wake. After Wei Zhao's repair work, Tu Bawang came to.
"You... who are you?" Tu Bawang opened his eyes and stared in alarm at Wei Zhao, who had just released his wrist. He couldn't quite work out where he was. All he remembered was throwing a punch at Zhang Naipao, and then a far greater force coming back at him, slamming into his body and knocking him out cold.
"Wei Zhao!" Wei Zhao said flatly. "There, you're awake. I should be going."
"Ah! Wait... you... saved me?" Tu Bawang might have been arrogant and overbearing, but he was no fool. He knew exactly how badly he'd been hurt—he'd already made his peace with dying, because even the Great Restoration Pill had done no good.
Yet now he had woken up out of nowhere, and when Tu Bawang checked his own condition, he found that aside from his meridians being completely severed, leaving him unable to cultivate, his bodily functions had returned to normal. Clearly someone had saved him.
And now Wei Zhao was at his side, while his follower Tu Zuanxing was nowhere to be seen—so it must have been Wei Zhao who'd done the healing, since no one else had been with him.
"Yes. But you needn't thank me. You're not one of my men, and I'm under no obligation to save you for free. Your follower Tu Zuanxing has already agreed to give me two vials of earth-element essence as payment!" Wei Zhao said. "All right, I should be going."
"Ah... this..." Tu Bawang had only just woken, and his mind was still a little foggy, but even a fool could have guessed that Wei Zhao was a master. He wanted to say a few more words to him, but seeing that Wei Zhao clearly had no interest in entertaining him, he could only shut his mouth.
Zhang Naipao's lesson had cut deep. It had taught Tu Bawang, in no uncertain terms, that there is always a bigger fish and a higher sky. And toward Wei Zhao, the man who had brought him back from the dead, he dared not press or demand anything more. He had to get his bearings first.
Wei Zhao stepped outside, and Tu Zuanxing, who had been waiting anxiously nearby, rushed up at once—the scene was like family members gathered outside an operating room waiting for the doctor. "Senior Lin, how is it? Bawang, is he..."
"He's alive," Wei Zhao said.
"Then... is he out of danger? Can I go in?" Tu Zuanxing asked cautiously, fearful of putting a foot wrong.
"Of course you can. He's right inside—you can go in and talk to him." Wei Zhao was half amused, half exasperated. "This isn't surgery. 'Out of danger'..."
"What? He can talk already? Wonderful!" Tu Zuanxing gazed at Wei Zhao, his adoration entirely undisguised. "Senior Lin, you're truly amazing—in barely a day you brought our young sect master back to life! A master, no question! Far more capable than that Zhang Naipao!"