Chapter 751 – Nothing More Than Playing House (I) (2/2)

The young array master had still not awakened. His once-dark skin was now a pale white, his breathing short and feeble.

An Hua sat by the window, deeply exhausted, her eyes closed in rest.

Under the orders of the Mount Song Army headquarters, she and the clerics and doctors of the Sacred Hospital had expended great efforts in treating the array master. What they could be certain of now was that the young array master could last for seven days, two more days than the cleric's initial assessment. Naturally, she was the reason for this.

The Sacred Light technique of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green was no weaker than the divine arts of the Li Palace, otherwise Holy Maiden Xu Yourong would not have chosen the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green as her place of study.

But it was still not enough, because…the Cinnabar Pill would only appear after ten days.

The young array master was ranked first on the priority list of patients in the Mount Song Army headquarters to receive the medicine. As long as the headquarters received the pill, he would get it and be able to survive.

But An Hua knew that no matter how hard she, the clerics, or the military doctors worked, they could not help him last until that moment.

Hope seemed right before their eyes and seemed to be getting ever closer, but upon careful examination, it was still so far away.

There was always a day in which manpower would be exhausted. This was a fact that could easily cause anguish, even despair.

After concluding her meditation, An Hua opened her eyes and walked to the bed to examine the array master's current state.

Perhaps because she had gone for days without rest while constantly taking care of others, she felt that the young array master's face was becoming clearer and clearer.

How could she help him survive? Was there any other hope? Perhaps she could request an archbishop of the Li Palace to assist?

No, even if those great personages were willing to assist the young array master, they would not be able to reach this place in time. Besides, other than dispatching a considerable number of clerics and doctors to the frontlines, the Li Palace spent the rest of its time acting very subdued. From morning to dusk, from spring to autumn and then to winter, its gates were shut and under heavy guard.

And Mao Qiuyu, a Prefect of the Orthodoxy, would never so lightly step out of the Li Palace.

This state had already persisted for two years.

Because the Pope had left the capital two years ago.

No one knew where the young Pope currently was, or even if he was alive.

An Hua did not care for matters of the outside world, nor did she know of the current circumstances of the dynasty or Xuelao City. She only knew that the two had been at war for the past two years and many people had died.

The sects and noble families of the south had played an extremely important role in this war. Both the Tianhai Divine Empress and the venerable master Shang Xingzhou had regarded the confluence of the north and south with particular importance for this exact reason. The new generation of cultivators had also begun to formally step onto history's stage, with the youths of the Mount Li Sword Sect, Scholartree Manor, and the Six Ivies having the most outstanding performance.

Of course, compared to that person's first appearance on the battlefield, the rest of those youths could only be said to be playing house and simply weren't worth mentioning.

Although they were all youths, there was still a difference.

That was the first time he had appeared before the people's eyes after leaving the capital, and also the last time.

It had been a refreshing autumn day. Cavalry charged to and fro and smoke rose up from all sides.

His one thousand swords attacked as one. Countless demons bled their green blood and died, transforming the plains into a sea of blood.

Amongst the confusion, a weighty Qi like the mountains or seas emerged as Demon General Hai Di struck with all his power, tearing apart the clouds and the earth, causing the entire world to change.

The young Pope, heavily wounded, collapsed and then vanished.

It was like he had done this deed, appeared before so many people, taken such a massive risk, killed so many demons, bled so much blood, received such heavy injuries, all to tell a few people in the world a single thing: 'I am still alive.'

This was truly like a small child playing house.