Tuoba Yu

The wind over the Gotar Desert still howled without end.

Inside the Medicine Immortal Hall, Lu Changsheng had already been bedridden for a full seven days.

For those seven days, he could only lie flat on that beast-hide bed. Even turning over required every ounce of his strength. After his dantian had shattered, he could neither circulate the Great Fortune Heaven Swallowing Art nor draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish his body.

Thus, his injuries could only recover through the most primitive means—long stretches of time, along with Little Medicine Immortal's bitter herbs.

Without spiritual energy to nourish him, he was even weaker than an ordinary person.

Hundreds of bones in his body had shattered, his meridians were like hemp ropes torn apart, and his internal organs had shifted and been damaged. Such injuries could have been healed far more quickly with a high-grade pill, but his body was now too frail. Unable to circulate a cultivation art and refine the medicine, his body simply could not withstand its potency.

Therefore, he had no other choice but to endure and wait for his body to slowly recover with time.

Every morning, Little Medicine Immortal would appear by his bedside without fail. She would first check his pulse, then unwrap the old bandages around his wounds and use a bone shard to apply freshly ground medicinal paste bit by bit.

"How are you feeling today?" she casually asked as she carefully changed his medicine, her voice crisp and clear.

"Much better."

Lu Changsheng smiled. Though every breath tugged at the agonizing pain in his chest, and though his fingers still could not fully straighten, he did not want to show his weakness.

Little Medicine Immortal raised her head. Her clear eyes lingered on his face for