Chapter 340
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Chapter 340: Divine Sword School!
A heavy, oppressive atmosphere suddenly descended, filling the young girl’s heart with an overwhelming sense of dread, as if her very soul was trembling.
She raised her eyes to look around, only to be shocked by what she saw. The bed and couch were bathed in a ghastly red light, giving off an aura of destruction that seemed defiant.
From the figure wrapped in the red glow on the bed, an imposing energy of devastation radiated, accompanied by a thunderous rumble that quickened the heartbeat.
“Wow…”
As the girl stood in shock, the red light surrounding the bed flickered and pulsed. It seemed to seep into the pores of the figure seated cross-legged, then converged and faded away.
The figure, though still faintly marked by wounds, had dimmed and appeared almost invisible. The pale complexion had vanished, replaced by the faint flush of vitality.
“Whoa…”
At the same moment, Su Yi exhaled a heavy breath and opened his eyes, his gaze now glowing with a red intensity.
The girl stood at the doorway, frozen in astonishment, staring at the boy on the bed.
Is this really the same critically injured teenager?
The young man before her seemed a far cry from the one teetering on death’s door just three days ago.
“Are you awake?”
The girl entered the room. The young boy’s face, with its sharp features, appeared resolute, his deep, intense gaze unforgettable. The girl couldn’t help but glance at him again.
“Ah…”
Suddenly, as if remembering something, her face flushed red. She gasped, letting out a small shriek before quickly turning away and tossing a pile of clothes onto the bed, saying, “Why aren’t you dressed? I’m so embarrassed.”
Su Yi sensed someone’s presence and immediately stopped his cultivation. He was about to speak when he heard a scream.
“I…”
Suddenly realizing he was completely unclothed, he realized the voice was from the girl who had been tending to his wounds.
“Weren’t you the one who took off my clothes…?”
Su Yi muttered to himself, then hurriedly donned the clothes the girl had thrown at him.
The clothes were freshly clean and new.
They consisted of a gray long coat and a pair of cotton boots, both featuring an embroidered floral pattern, and they fit him perfectly.
“This is what I asked Zhang Qing to get from the Outer Gate disciples. I wasn’t sure if they would fit,” the girl said, turning away. Her cheeks were so flushed it seemed to reach her ears.
She had originally come to apply medicine to the boy again. When she realized his clothes were no longer wearable, she had instructed a disciple named Zhang Qin to fetch replacements. She didn’t expect to walk in on this situation.
“Thank you very much, girl.”
Su Yi quickly dressed and adjusted himself before getting off the bed.
“Are you dressed now? It seems like your wound doesn’t need ointment anymore.”
The girl turned back slowly. Her delicate, beautiful face glowed with an innocent shyness, and her large eyes sparkled like a calm, clear pond.
Su Yi looked at her. Her appearance was similar to Wan’er’s, with pale, snow-white skin. Her face was soft and delicate, a small dimple on each cheek, now tinted faintly with a blush.
“Thank you so much for saving me.”
Su Yi thanked her, noticing that, despite her youth, she exuded a refined aura. Her energy was evident, likely at the seventh or eighth grade of the Yuan Soul Realm.
At just fourteen or fifteen, such a cultivation level indicated considerable talent.
Su Yi recalled Ji Chao from Sacred Mountain, who had only been at the first grade of the Yuan Xuan Realm when he first arrived at Man Mountain, though Ji Chao was older than him.
“It wasn’t me who saved you, it was Elder Su. He said it was a miracle that you survived.”
The girl shook her head, her blush fading. She looked at Su Yi with curiosity, her expression thoughtful.
In just three days, the boy had fully recovered to his previous condition.
That terrible scent she had sensed earlier upon entering the room seemed to further confirm that the teenager before her was no ordinary person.
“What place is this, and who is Elder Su?”
Su Yi inquired. Upon awakening, he had heard someone speaking and felt his wounds being tended to.
The person who had done this had an unfathomable energy, and he had overheard the name “Su Kuangge.”
“This is Divine Sword School, and Elder Su is no ordinary figure here. Even the Headmaster must show respect when he meets Elder Su.”
Upon hearing the mention of Elder Su, a faint smile curled at the corners of the girl’s lips. However, her expression soon became more serious, and she didn’t continue, only adding, “Elder Su isn’t here at the moment. He left instructions for me to look after you. If you wish to thank him, you’ll have to wait a few days.”
“Of course, I’ll thank him personally.”
Su Yi nodded. Since Elder Su had saved him, it was only proper to thank him in person.
“Then you can rest here for the next few days. There are rarely any outsiders on the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak. You can also explore the area, just don’t venture too far,” the girl said.
“Thank you very much.”
Su Yi was scanning the room.
By the bedside, a broken sword lay quietly, and seeing it gave Su Yi a sense of relief.
This sword is no ordinary one. Fortunately, it hadn’t been lost.
“You’re welcome.”
The girl smiled slightly, her dimples becoming more noticeable. She then asked, “By the way, my name is Xu Jiahui. What’s yours?”
“Su Yi.”
Worried about Su Tian Que, Su Yi immediately asked Xu Jiahui if Elder Su had seen Su Tian Que when he returned with him.
“Su Tian Que is a chicken who looks…”
Xu Jiahui shook her head, confused by Su Yi’s question. “No, Elder Su only brought you back.”
Upon hearing this, Su Yi’s heart sank. He was left uncertain of Su Tian Que’s fate, unsure whether the chicken was alive or dead.
After that long-time companion, always chattering yet loyal, Su Yi now felt anxious, recalling all the times they had faced danger together.
“Are you being hunted by your enemies? It’s a miracle you’re still alive after such serious injuries.”
Xu Jiahui observed Su Yi closely, curiosity shining in her eyes. “If you have enemies outside, you can ask Elder Su to shelter you in Divine Sword School. Even if you can’t become an outer disciple, even if you have to work as a menial laborer, he’ll protect you well.”
In Xu Jiahui’s mind, Su Yi was badly injured and had been rescued by Elder Su. She feared he might have enemies, and if he stayed in Divine Sword School, the school’s name alone would provide him ample protection.
