Chapter 534

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Chapter 534: Snowfall in the Late Evening

"How did you get hurt like this?"

"One-seventh of your bones are fractured or broken."

"There were too many muscle bruises… Ouch, doesn’t it hurt?"

Kurosawa Yaka questioned the photo with her soul.

"It’s… okay," Bai Wei could only answer like this.

"You should stay in the hospital," Doctor Kurosawa said. "Since you already know each other, go arrange for a hospital stay. With injuries like this, it’s best to lie on a hospital bed to recover. It will take time, even if you don’t need a wheelchair, a cast is still necessary."

Bai Wei moved his wrist. "Actually, can we skip the cast and use some medicine to speed up the healing?"

Doctor Kurosawa nodded. "We’ll have to find an old Chinese doctor for some herbal remedies to boost your qi and blood, and enhance your self-healing ability. I also know a few witch doctor clinics where they can provide you with some magic potions. But no matter how fast, it will still take at least a week."

The mysterious world, even medicine has a touch of mystique. The prescriptions from old Chinese doctors are indeed passed down from generation to generation, and they work well.

Then there are the secret potions of the witch doctors, with various effects. In the past, witch doctors were portrayed as wearing black robes, pointed hats, and boiling old soup in a big cauldron. Now, witch doctors have a young and beautiful image, along with chubby legs. They use alchemy to brew potions, and there’s even some extra compensation involved… Small handmade workshops, family traditions of potion-making, they are selling like hotcakes… No one cared about the century-long process of brewing medicine, but suddenly with chubby legs, the whole world knows.

Bai Wei had never used them, but Yagyū Simozi inexplicably bought these types of products, claiming they could relieve muscle soreness and improve skin radiance.

In short, Bai Wei was told to lie down in a hospital bed and get various treatments. After a series of events, it was nighttime. He didn’t tell his family about his injury, he just planned to buy some medicine. But then he bumped into Kurosawa Yaka and was taken to get an X-ray. She forced him to stay in the hospital for professional treatment, and he reluctantly agreed. Kurosawa Yaka didn’t ask how he got hurt, she just emphasized the importance of taking care of his body, that’s all.

Bai Wei also planned to use the excuse of seclusion to stay in the hospital for a few days, to rest and not to delay things in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom.

Three days have passed, and tomorrow at noon, a life-or-death decision will be made.

He leaned on the hospital bed, looking out of the window. From the third floor height, he could see an old tree outside the window. It was still winter, but it had already sprouted some buds. In Bai Wei’s gaze, a branch of the tree suddenly snapped off and fell down, piercing into the ground with a thud, deeply into the soil.

The window was closed, with a layer of glass in between.

Bai Wei moved his fingertips, feeling a little emotional. The ancient people mentioned the grand scene of "vapor rising from the Dream Lake, waves crashing against Yueyang City." If the artistic conception was strong enough, one could even surpass Mount Tai and dominate the North Sea. Was he still considered a warrior?

How could an ordinary warrior possibly possess such boldness, breadth of mind, and artistic conception?

He recited a poem by Liu Yuxi to himself.

"The evil mountains are countless, but a single true word can crush them."

"Sometimes when there is no one around, the moon shines alone in the Zhaotan and fights against the evil dragon."

…

In the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, in the Ba State, there was a gentle snowfall.

The gentle snowfall lasted for three days, it was not heavy, but it was dense. The ground was covered with a layer of white silk, and the whole land looked pure and white. The soldiers were dressed in white.

The sky and the earth were all covered in white, it was even more beautiful than the colorful scenes, and it felt more pure.

Tie Futu sat on a cold stone, enjoying his meal and drinks alone.

He was waiting, not even sleeping all night.

As the sky gradually brightened, he closed his eyes and rested for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he was refreshed and energetic.

There were only two things he did in his life – blacksmithing and fighting. He considered them the same. Blacksmithing was for better fighting. When there was no one left to fight, he would go back to blacksmithing. When he had enough of blacksmithing, he would continue fighting. It was a continuous cycle.

He didn’t realize that this method was like him being a piece of embryo, being melted, heated, and hammered continuously, turning from iron into steel.

The strength that has been tempered countless times is incomparable to ordinary ironware. Many experts have become fragile porcelain in his hands with just one touch.

So he also wanted to collide with the steel, considering it as a sharpening, even if he died, it was due to his own insufficient strength.

He hasn’t looked forward to something for a long time.

Perhaps it’s the intuition of a warrior, he felt that waiting for these three days was worth it, so he waited.

Instead, as the deadline approached, he became somewhat bored, feeling that it wasn’t fulfilling enough.

What he was thinking is that maybe the other party wouldn’t even fight him to the death.

He was also thinking, what if the other party doesn’t come?

If he wasted three days waiting, it would be better to just kill the two hostages with a sword.

Tie Futu touched the handle of the mysterious iron sword in his hand, and for a moment, he froze. He then let go of his fingers and scratched his cheek, finding the thought amusing.

He was surprised that he actually wanted to take action.

He even subconsciously found an excuse to want to kill the hostage.

The purpose was to have both sides engage in a fierce battle without any constraints or worries.

He hadn’t expected to feel this way, whether it was because he had been holding back for too long or because the opponent’s oppressive presence had stimulated the warrior’s senses.

Regardless, he believed that he hadn’t wasted the past three days.

However, three days were the limit; he couldn’t have the patience to wait any longer. It would be better to kill the hostage, forcing the opponent to improve their strength without considering the consequences. That way, they could have a satisfying battle.

Tie Futu didn’t consider himself a graceful master, but the skilled fighters of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom were the same. It was not easy to survive, so who cared about grace?

It’s like someone eating instant noodles. You say it’s not nutritious, but if they’re already eating instant noodles, why would they care about nutrition?

In the snowy field, Tie Futu had no white color within three feet of him. The snow melted into water and instantly vaporized under the snowflakes.

Not far away, Chao Lu looked at this scene, her gaze was calm like a deep pool.

"It’s dawn," she whispered.

"Hmm, it is indeed dawn. This is the third day," Yubing nodded in agreement.

Yubing noticed that Chao Lu had been acting strange these past few days. Throughout the three days, she spoke less and yesterday, she didn’t sleep a wink. It made Yubing feel a deep and mysterious aura around her, and it was hard to understand. While the familiarity they had before didn’t disappear, it was overshadowed by this mysterious aura, like a snowy landscape covering mountains, rivers, and trees, turning everything pure white.

"These three days have felt incredibly long, like a year," Chao Lu picked up a handful of cold snow and watched it melt slowly in her palm. "But it’s finally coming to an end. I can’t wait to see him."

The little snake girl also nodded eagerly. She couldn’t wait to see that person. It was only after leaving that she realized how comforting it would be to be close to him.

"But I also feel a little uneasy…" Chao Lu murmured softly.

"Why are you feeling uneasy?"

"Because I’m worried that he will be scared of me like this."

Chao Lu’s eyes shimmered like the ripples of wind on a lake, but quickly returned to silence, "Even I feel unfamiliar."

She looked at the perplexed snake girl and gently reached out, embracing her. "Later… you should just leave this place directly, you know? Go back to your home, to the palace, absolutely, absolutely, don’t linger."

…

Outside Xiangyang City, the Crown Prince of Ba Xia arrived with his horse decorated in fresh attire. Two military officials in front got off their horses and knelt in welcome.

Three hundred light cavalry, a force of five hundred iron cavalry, and two hundred private soldiers that he brought along himself, barely made up a total of one thousand people.

In three days, he established connections, convinced others, and managed to gather this group of one thousand cavalry.

When leaving Xiangyang City and heading east, a big gift is on its way, and he is about to go and welcome it.

A general lowered his head and the prince saw it. The prince mocked him and said, "Why is your face broken?"

The warrior lowered his head and then mounted his horse. He rode alongside the group, touching the slightly painful wound on his face. He still vividly remembered the pain of being crushed under a carriage and hit on the head with a stone. He looked beyond the Prince of Ba Xia, towards the nearby mountain peak where a bronze cauldron stood, and silently vowed to himself.

Your Highness, I will send troops to rescue you!

…

On top of the bronze cauldron, the figure that had been silent for three days finally showed some movement.

The scholar, who had endured three days and nights of freezing cold, was not weak enough to die, but he looked pale and weak.

When he saw the other person finally moving, he didn’t show much joy because the time had come. Whether it was a visit to the rooftop or a meeting at the club, he was waiting for a confirmation.

The appointed time had not arrived yet, but the wind and snow showed signs of stopping.

Bai Wei set off ahead of time, leaping from the mountaintop and gracefully landing among the falling snow. There was no thunderous roar, only the snow within a three-yard radius being disturbed like a flipped blanket.

He casually picked up a wine bottle from the collapsing ruins and threw it to the scholar, pouring him a bottle of wine.

He explained, "Anesthesia."

After finished speaking, he casually tossed the letter, stepping on his back as a skateboard, gliding forward on the snowy ground. If you ignore the fact that his feet were on a human snowboard, this posture was actually quite artistic and elegant.

The road was not far, and they would arrive in about half an hour.

Even though they were a kilometer apart and as small as ants, they made eye contact once and both acted instinctively.

Tie Futu pulled out his sword and vanished in the same spot, leaving a clear path in the snow.

Bai Wei kicked off his skis and accelerated without hesitation, rushing forward for a collision.