Chapter 813 – Everyone that You Treat and Save… Isnst Human (1/2)
Chapter 813 – Everyone that You Treat and Save… Isn't Human
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The desert in the night was very cold. Without any wind, the dust stirred up in the daytime slowly settled to the ground, leaving the air very clean.
The stars in the night sky were so densely packed that they seemed unreal.
Xining Village was only several hundred li from the Cloud Grave, so it was often foggy. As a result, Chen Changsheng had only seen this sort of starry night in the wilderness on his journey back to the south with Su Li.
The bright starlight shone on the desert. The invisible star radiance was also somewhat more concentrated, falling on the needle between his fingers and providing the best cleansing method.
”Turn around,” Chen Changsheng said to Zhexiu.
Zhexiu turned around, not asking why.
These sorts of words had been spoken many times in the Orthodox Academy and the Mausoleum of Books, so he was very familiar with the procedure.
A needle was slowly thrust into Zhexiu's neck and then began to tremble in Chen Changsheng's fingers.
Zhexiu's brows slightly rose.
Chen Changsheng knew that this represented pain, because Zhexiu was not one who like to twist his brow in pain, as this would indicate that he was not tough enough.
If even Zhexiu felt it painful, just how painful was it?
Chen Changsheng poured true essence into Zhexiu's meridians and began to examine the state of his body.
Zhexiu closed his eyes.
In a short while, an almost indescribable flow of true essence, somewhat like a tide, charged through Zhexiu's meridians.
In response, his blood similarly surged.
The fingers Chen Changsheng was using to hold the needle were almost jolted off.
Zhexiu's eyelids trembled.
This was Zhexiu's illness: the Tide Rush of Blood.
In both the medical books and Daoist scriptures, this sort of inborn illness resulting from a conflict in bloodlines was described as a fatal illness that no medicine could treat.
This was the reason Su Li and the Mount Li Sword Sect had taken such a tough stance towards the relationship between Zhexiu and Qi Jian.
Chen Changsheng did not release his fingers, instead continuing to silently wait. He also placed two more needles at two of Zhexiu's other meridians.
After some time, he finally pulled out the needles and stared into Zhexiu's eye. ”You haven't been taking the medicine on schedule?”
After killing Zhou Tong, he and Zhexiu had left the capital. Although they had both come to the north, they had never once met.
But he had already prepared a prescription beforehand, clearly indicating how to take the medicine and what should be paid attention.
Tonight, it seemed that although Zhexiu's illness had not worsened any, it had also not improved. Some sort of problem must have occurred.
As he looked at Chen Changsheng's bright and serious eyes, Zhexiu felt an inexplicable sense of apology, but his face remained expressionless.
”I'm fighting constantly. Whether it's scouting out the enemy or chasing and assassinating, they all require long expeditions. At times, I even have to hide in the snow for seven days and nights.”
He continued, ”Where could I find the time to take medicine? And that medicine brings me trouble. It requires boiling, but I can't light a fire.”
Chen Changsheng didn't know how to reply. After a pause, he said, ”Then I'll think of another way and see if it can be made into a powder or pill.”
Hearing this, Zhexiu thought of that rumor and asked, ”You fed me the Cinnabar Pill?”
Chen Changsheng nodded.
A bit more than a year ago, Chen Changsheng had thought of a few methods to resolve the conflict between two divine laws of the world, allowing him to make his blood into the Cinnabar Pill. At the first opportunity, he had Zhizhi deliver the pill to Zhexiu, but… he discovered that his blood was of no use against Zhexiu's illness.
The current rumor circulating about the world that the Cinnabar Pill could bring the dying back to life was truthfully rather exaggerated.