Chapter 3047 — Taganlong Recovers
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"Mm, it seems the Sun family's mental cultivation formula really is no ordinary thing!" Elder Xuanchen nodded and said, "Little One, take Taganlong to rest now. Give him a Minor Restoration Pill, and he should be awake by tomorrow morning!"
"Yes, Master!" Little One nodded hurriedly and led Taganlong away to rest.
Once Little One and Taganlong had left, only Elder Xuanchen and Little Eleven remained in the room. Elder Xuanchen turned and looked at Little Eleven, sighing softly. Some things could not be said in front of Little One; only after he was gone did Elder Xuanchen speak. "Eleven, your father has no way either! I cannot cultivate the Fuxi Nine Needles, so there is simply no way I can help you dissolve the true qi inside them!"
"What? Then what am I supposed to do? Am I going to be like this for the rest of my life? I won't even be able to lie down and rest?" Little Eleven was instantly stricken with panic, her voice turning hoarse and shrill. "Dad, you have to think of something!"
"There is no way!" Elder Xuanchen shook his head. "Unless Wei Zhao steps in to help you."
"Then let him step in, all right? Whatever he needs, we give it to him! Doesn't he want Qi Gathering Pills? We'll give them to him, we'll give him a few extra, just let him save me, all right?" Little Eleven said urgently. "There's a saying that goes, to take, one must first give. We give him the benefits first, and then once he has healed me, we kill him. How about that?"
"Little Eleven!" Elder Xuanchen suddenly shouted. "Stop this nonsense! Give Wei Zhao Qi Gathering Pills? He is already an early-stage Heaven Rank expert. A few more Qi Gathering Pills and he would rise straight to the peak of the late stage—and then who could kill him? Only a large group of experts attacking together! Besides, would White Leader be willing? Could he just stand by and watch a whole crowd of experts besiege Wei Zhao?"
"That..." Little Eleven immediately shut her mouth. After a long while, she said in a aggrieved tone, "Then... then what am I supposed to do..."
"I will help you slowly pull out the silver needles. As for your meridians and your dantian, forget them—it is better to do without. You will just be an ordinary person. As for the injuries from the blast, they will not kill you. I will treat them for you. It will not be possible to restore you to how you were, but once you are dressed, no one will see them!" Elder Xuanchen was in truth most unwilling to accept this, but some things could not be solved by unwillingness alone.
"What? Then I will be a cripple, won't I? How am I supposed to marry Senior Brother now?" Little Eleven was greatly alarmed and asked at once.
"Marry Little One? Forget it. With all your strength gone and you reduced to a cripple, it is impossible that he would marry you." Elder Xuanchen waved his hand. "In the future, he is to step into that plane together with me, while you must remain on this side. I cannot even guarantee that I will be able to bring you up to Cloud Terrace Island—in theory, it is impossible. So I intend to marry you to another disciple I think rather highly of!"
"Who is it? Is he handsome?" Little Eleven asked at once. In truth, she did not have much feeling for Little One either; she was, like Elder Xuanchen, cold by nature and cruel of heart.
"Kang Jingming. You should have met him," Elder Xuanchen said.
"Ah? I know him. All right, then him!" Little Eleven was instantly overjoyed. Kang Jingming was a genuine outstanding figure—handsome, dashing, and elegant—otherwise he could never have bewitched Little Fen so thoroughly back then. And when he came to the Xuandan Sect and seduced Little Taohong, it had been effortless, which was proof enough that Kang Jingming had every quality of a pretty-faced charmer.