Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Chapter 98 Care

The stone door to the secret chamber was being violently rammed by the shadowy soldiers, and dull tremors came again and again, with stone chips falling to the ground in a flurry.

The roars from the outside world pierced through the cracks, sending chills down one's spine, but the power of nothingness was blocked outside by the remaining Heavenly Pivot Formation in the secret chamber.

The faint sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the rocks, barely illuminating the two figures leaning against each other.

Ning Qingxue leaned against the stone wall, extremely weak.

The stinging pain from the backlash of the secret technique on his soul was ever-present, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was still wet.

But what truly threw her into turmoil was Lu Ming, who had fainted in front of her.

Lu Ming's green robe was soaked in blood, and the wounds on his shoulders and back were so deep that the bone was visible. These were the heavy injuries he had endured with his bare body to withstand the Void Warrior's fatal blow.

His body, having reached the pinnacle of physical refinement, should have been able to heal itself quickly. However, due to the overdraft of both his spiritual power and divine soul, his self-healing ability had almost stopped, and blood was still slowly soaking through his clothes.

Ning Qingxue looked down at him for a moment, her eyes filled with complex emotions and a hint of reluctance.

This was the first time she had experienced such emotional turmoil in many years. Having grown up in the environment of the demonic path, she was accustomed to life and death, and she herself was decisive in killing.

Today, Lu Ming has rekindled that long-forgotten emotion.

The last time she felt this way was when she was a child...

However, through continuous trials and tribulations, she had long since become indifferent to life and death, and gradually became numb.

But seeing Lu Ming protect her stirred up emotions she thought she had forgotten.

She had seen countless ruthless people and hypocritical faces, but she had never seen anyone as foolish as Lu Ming before.

She lightly tapped her storage ring with her fingertips, and two luminous white pills silently fell into her palm: one for nourishing the soul and warming the body, and the other for regenerating muscles and healing bones. Both were her ever-present healing treasures.

Then he opened Lu Ming's storage bag. The spirit pills given by the Zhenwu Sect were neatly stacked, and the spirit stones of tens of thousands of top-grade spirit energy were concealed. The consumption of the previous fierce battle was actually not much.

She pried open Lu Ming's tightly pursed lips, first placing a Qingyu Pill into his mouth, then slowly dissolving its medicinal power with her own spiritual energy. The energy flowed gently along Lu Ming's meridians, smoothing out his disordered qi.

Then she began to treat Lu Ming's external injuries.

Ning Qingxue lifted the blood-stained fabric stuck to Lu Ming's wound, took a silk handkerchief to wipe away the bloodstains, applied the muscle-regenerating ointment evenly, and then wrapped it tightly with the silk handkerchief.

The technique wasn't exactly gentle, but it was steady, accurate, and efficient.

It was the first time in her life that she had taken care of someone else, and she couldn't suppress the inexplicable awkwardness in her heart.

She was the young master of the Li Tian Palace, revered by thousands, and was always the one being served. She had never before humbled herself to carefully treat a man's wounds.

After doing all this, she picked up several top-grade spirit stones and channeled pure spiritual energy into Lu Ming's body. While healing his injuries, she also kept a close watch on the outside world, even temporarily setting aside the backlash and pain she was experiencing.

Ning Qingxue tried to send messages to the outside world, but there was no response.

After taking care of Lu Ming, she looked at his pale face and murmured, "Do I really have to die here with him? It's not that I can't accept it, it's better than dying alone."

There was not a trace of fear of death in his words; on the contrary, there was a hint of relief.

Suddenly a voice rang out: "No, don't die, and don't live alone!"

The voice clearly came from Lu Ming, but it was ethereal, like an echo from a past life.

Ning Qingxue was startled: "Who!"

The voice was clearly Lu Ming's voice, but Lu Ming had already fainted, and the voice was faint and didn't seem to come from his mouth.

Ning Qingxue stared at the unconscious Lu Ming in surprise and doubt: "Am I hallucinating?"

Ning Qingxue shook her head and found a spot near Lu Ming to begin her meditation and recovery.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Ming's complexion gradually warmed up and his breathing became steady, but he remained in a deep coma.

Ning Qingxue had just finished examining Lu Ming's injuries and withdrew her hand. She closed her eyes and meditated for a moment when a faint murmur suddenly drifted into her ears, clearly reaching her ears:

"Hu Zhen...Hu Zhen..."

The moment she opened her eyes, her face darkened.

Hu Zhen.

It turns out she was worried about someone else.

He did everything in his power to protect her, but when he fainted, his thoughts were on another woman.

Moreover, it seems that Lu Ming mistook her for another woman when he was drunk last time.

A nameless rage suddenly rose in Ning Qingxue's heart.

After working hard all day, taking care of someone for the first time in his life, he was actually thinking about another woman!

She stood up, wanting to tear off the ribbon she had just used to bandage Lu Ming, but in the end she didn't.

She turned her back to Lu Ming, her tone a little unnatural, and snorted coldly, "She really is a sentimental person, even in her unconscious state she still thinks of her old flame."

Her tone revealed no emotion, only her usual arrogance, but only she knew that the inexplicable frustration in her heart came without any reason.

Just then, Lu Ming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Lu Mingchu's eyes were still a little groggy when he woke up. Once his gaze focused, the first thing he saw was Ning Qingxue's back.

Upon feeling the cool medicinal power on his shoulders and back and the warm spiritual energy around him, Lu Ming instantly understood everything.

"Did you save me and heal my wounds?" Lu Ming's voice was hoarse; he was extremely weak after just waking up from his serious injuries.

Ning Qingxue turned around, her face still pale, deliberately avoiding his gaze: "I just didn't want you to die by my side, causing trouble and getting in my way."

Ning Qingxue paused, then asked coldly, "Who is that name you called out when you were unconscious?"

Lu Ming was taken aback: "Who is it? Did I just talk in my sleep? I don't remember anything."

Seeing Lu Ming's innocent expression, Ning Qingxue was speechless again.

"You've been calling her Hu Zhen!"

A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes: "He was just a childhood friend of mine."

A single explanation only made the atmosphere more subtle.

In a desperate situation, with their fate uncertain, a single murmur in their sleep created an inexplicable barrier between them.

"And what about her now?" Ning Qingxue pressed.

"I'm now another senior brother's partner..." Lu Ming replied sadly.

"Hahaha, cough cough..." Ning Qingxue seemed to have heard a joke, and her light laughter aggravated her injuries.

"You look honest, but it turns out you've been thinking about someone else's partner all along. Aren't you ashamed?" Ning Qingxue said with a playful smile.

"You...I..." Lu Ming blushed with anxiety at her words, wanting to explain but unable to find the words.

Ning Qingxue covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Ning Qingxue wanted to say something more, but the entire secret room suddenly fell silent.

The sounds of impact and roaring from the outside world still lingered, but in the shadows of the secret room, a pale gray phantom slowly coalesced.

The old man's figure was blurry, he wore an ancient Tian Shu robe, and his face was aged, exuding a strong sense of vicissitude.

His gaze first fell on Lu Ming, who nodded slightly, before he looked at Ning Qingxue, his tone gentle:

"The young Dao Foundation has restrained the void... Five thousand years have passed, and finally, the destined one has arrived."

Ning Qingxue's expression instantly hardened. Her fingertips gripped the Heart-Shattering Bell, and spiritual energy quietly gathered around her. She said coldly:

"Who are you? How long have you been hiding here?"

Lu Ming also forced himself to sit up and quickly circulated the Xuanwu True Technique, and the wounds on his body visibly healed.

He gripped the Cloud Snow at his side, looking warily at the gray-robed phantom that had suddenly appeared.

Inside the secret chamber, the impasse remains unbroken, yet another mysterious presence has appeared.