Chapter 882
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“Are you afraid of me?” Master Si Yin teased.
Qing ShiYu gave a nervous smile.
Master Si Yin pointed to Ye WuShuang, who had fainted, and looked at Qing ShiYu, laughing, “You’re not afraid 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 facing enemies.
Why would she be afraid of Ye WuShuang?
Master Si Yin smiled warmly.
Meanwhile, Su ChenYang urged, “Stop teasing her. How is Young Master Ye?”
How could this young girl know the terrifying reputation of the former master of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, the Holy Saint of the Spirit, who was feared by all?
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 walked over to the bedside and completely undressed Ye WuShuang.
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, she produced a scroll.
Unrolling it, she revealed numerous silver needles, each gleaming with a crystalline and cold light.
Her jade-like hand gently glided over the air above Ye WuShuang’s body.
Immediately, all the bloodstains and dirt on Ye WuShuang’s body disappeared.
However, the crisscrossing and terrifying wounds remained.
“I really should have killed Jian LingTian just now!” Master Si Yin snorted coldly.
Then,
the silver needles from the scroll were manipulated by Master Si Yin’s hand and inserted one by one into various acupoints on Ye WuShuang’s body.
After that, a faint green light emanated from Master Si Yin’s hand, moving back and forth over Ye WuShuang’s body.
The few people in the room watched carefully, not daring to make a sound.
After a session of treatment,
Qing ShiYu witnessed Master Si Yin taking out more than a hundred types of spiritual pills, powders, and liquids, all of which she had never seen before.
And in just an hour, Ye WuShuang’s external injuries were completely healed.
His skin was now crystal clear and flawless, as if he had never been injured at all.
It was simply incredible.
Only then did Master Si Yin let out a breath and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“How is he?” Su ChenYang and the others looked over.
“Spent half a day working hard for you, and not even a sip of water to drink?” Su XuanYe immediately poured water from the table in the room and handed it over.
Master Si Yin took the cup and said slowly, “The external injuries are fine, they’ve healed. But the internal injuries… are quite serious. It will take ten days to half a month.”
At this point, Master Si Yin waved her hand.
The door opened.
Li WenBo and Qing ShiYu were directly sent out of the room.
The two, who had been in the room just a moment ago, now stood outside the door, looking at each other in confusion.
They hadn’t even finished talking, and they were sent out?
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 Saint 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 coldly, “That was too light a punishment!”
Su ChenYang quickly asked, “Alright, stop beating around the bush. How is the Pavilion Master?”
“Do you care about your son?” Master Si Yin said coldly, “I care about the Holy Saint too!”
Su ChenYang’s face darkened, and he said nothing.
Master Si Yin then said, “The external injuries are fine. The internal injuries… are gradually stabilizing. I have to say, the Holy Saint is truly remarkable. He has a solid foundation all the way to the seventh level of the Heavenly Gang Realm. If it were anyone else, they would have died before I even had a chance to intervene.”
“But…” Master Si Yin paused, immediately capturing the attention of Su ChenYang and his son.
