Chapter 882
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“Are you afraid of me?” Master Si Yin teased.
Qing Shiyu gave a nervous, trembling smile.
Master Si Yin pointed to the unconscious Ye Wushuang and looked at Qing Shiyu, laughing, “You’re not afraid of him when you face him every day, but you’re afraid of me?”
“Ah?”
Qing Shiyu was taken aback.
Ye Wushuang was very gentle with people, but he could be ruthless when dealing with enemies.
Why would she be afraid of Ye Wushuang?
Master Si Yin smiled warmly.
Beside her, Su Chenyang urged, “Stop teasing her and tell us how Ye Wushuang is doing.”
How could this young girl understand the terrifying reputation of the former master of the Lingjian Pavilion, the Holy Sage of Ling, who was known for his ruthless and decisive actions?
Si Yin glanced at Su Chenyang and said irritably, “Mind your own business, old man.”
“I…” Su Chenyang sighed and chose not to argue.
Master Si Yin then approached the bedside and stripped Ye Wushuang of all his clothes, leaving him completely bare.
Qing Shiyu’s face turned red.
“Huh?” Master Si Yin said in surprise, “What? Haven’t you seen this before?”
Su Xuanye couldn’t help but smile bitterly, “Master Si Yin, could you please hurry up…”
At a moment like this, Si Yin was still making jokes.
“Are you teaching me how to do things?” Master Si Yin retorted.
“Uh…” Su Chenyang pulled his son and shook his head.
At this moment, Master Si Yin ignored the four of them. With a flip of her hand, a scroll appeared. She unrolled it, revealing a set of silver needles that shimmered with a crystalline and cold light. Her jade-like hand gently glided over Ye Wushuang’s body, and immediately, all the blood and dirt on his skin disappeared. However, the crisscrossing and terrifying wounds remained.
“I really should have killed Jian LingTian just now!” Master Si Yin snorted coldly.
Then, with a flick of her wrist, she began to insert the silver needles from the scroll into various acupoints on Ye Wushuang’s body. Her hand, now glowing with a faint green light, moved back and forth over him.
The few people in the room watched intently, not daring to make a sound. After what seemed like an eternity, Qing Shiyu saw Master Si Yin take out more than a hundred different types of pills, powders, and liquids—none of which she had ever seen before. In just an hour, Ye Wushuang’s external injuries were completely healed. His skin was now smooth and flawless, as if he had never been hurt at all. It was simply incredible.
Only then did Master Si Yin let out a sigh of relief and sit down on the edge of the bed.
“How is he?” Su Chenyang and the others looked at her expectantly.
“Spent half a day working for you, and I don’t even get a drink of water?” she complained.
Su Xuanye immediately poured a glass of water from the table and handed it to her. Master Si Yin took the cup and said slowly, “The external injuries are fine, fully healed. But the internal injuries… they’re quite severe. It’ll take ten days to half a month.”
With that, she waved her hand, and the door opened. Li Wenbo and Qing Shiyu were immediately sent out of the room. The two, who had been in the room just a moment ago, now stood outside, staring at each other in confusion. They hadn’t even finished talking, and they were already outside.
The people waiting outside immediately grabbed the two and eagerly asked what had happened.
Inside the room, Master Si Yin cast a sealing spell. Her beautiful eyes looked at Su Chenyang and Su Xuanye, and she frowned, “Since you knew that the Holy Sage of Ling had returned, why didn’t you inform me immediately?”
Su Xuanye quickly lowered his head, knelt down, and said, “It was my mistake.”
Su Chenyang remained silent.
Seeing Su Xuanye’s swollen cheek, Master Si Yin snorted, “That was too light a punishment!”
Su Chenyang quickly asked, “Alright, stop beating around the bush. How is the master of the pavilion?”
“Do you care about your son?” Master Si Yin said coldly, “I’m more worried about the Holy Sage of Ling!”
Su Chenyang’s face darkened, and he didn’t say a word.
Only then did Master Si Yin continue, “The external injuries are fine. The internal injuries… are gradually stabilizing. I must say, the Holy Sage of Ling is truly remarkable. He reached the seventh level of the Tian Gang realm with a solid foundation. If it had been anyone else, they would have died long before I had the chance to intervene.”
“But…” Master Si Yin paused, immediately capturing the attention of Su Chenyang and his son.
