The Dominance of Eternal Life True Intent

Zhao Hongming continued, "Tell Lord Wan outside and ask whether he has any urgent business. This Prince is injured and needs to recuperate. If there is nothing pressing, have him return another day."

"Yes."

Wang Bao dragged the Little Eunuch away as though he were carrying a chicken.

The Little Eunuch had likely been frightened out of his wits. He lost control of his bladder on the way, leaving a trail of urine behind him, and even the air carried a rank stench.

After the two had left, Zhao Hongming sighed. "Miss Chen's Martial Skill is formidable. As expected, This Prince was no match for her."

"Your Highness's talent for martial arts is something this subject has never seen in her life." With a strained smile, Chen Xuerong said, "Your Highness has such strength despite not having condensed enough True Qi. Once your cultivation realm rises in the future, this subject may not necessarily be your match. Your Highness's defeat this time was purely caused by an unforeseen disturbance."

Those words came from the bottom of her heart.

She recognized every move Zhao Hongming had used; they had all originated from the Heaven and Earth Severing Slash.

Yet they were not entirely the same.

He had broken apart every move, then linked them together anew in a continuous chain.

She had never before considered such an approach.

Other than not using much True Qi, she had gone all out in this match, yet they had still fought to a standstill.

Clearly, if the Fifth Prince before her had not possessed the status of the Imperial Family, his talent in Martial Arts would have been on par with hers.

Perhaps, because he possessed a Male Body and stronger Qi and Blood, he might even pull ahead of her by a certain margin in the future.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world.

Chen Xuerong could not help feeling a little regretful.

She put aside those chaotic thoughts and said, "Your Highness, this wound is rather serious. Should we summon an Imperial Physician?"

Zhao Hongming shook his head. "A mere external injury is not worth making such a fuss over. This Prince has plenty of Trauma Medicine in his room. Miss Chen, help This Prince inside, and have the servants come apply the medicine."

"This subject will support Your Highness inside."

She helped Zhao Hongming up and headed toward the room.

Outside the gates of the East Fifth Residence's Clear Breeze Pavilion, Wan Youqing, Commander of the Palace Guards, waited respectfully with his Subordinates.

Before long, he saw the Fifth Prince's personal Eunuch dragging someone out.

Looking closely, he saw that it was the Little Eunuch who had reported to him earlier.

Wang Bao called over several other personal Eunuchs and had them bring two long benches, which they tied together side by side.

They then lifted the Little Eunuch onto the benches and made him lie facedown across them.

Soon, two burly men each raised a stick above their heads and brought them down again and again upon the Little Eunuch's back and buttocks.

Wang Bao shouted sharply from the side, "Twenty strokes. Beat him hard! You dog-bred bastard, you reported to His Highness without first informing this Eunuch, and you nearly caused a catastrophe!"

Miserable screams immediately rang out without end, wrenching the hearts of all who heard them.

Wang Bao spat, then walked over to Wan Youqing and said respectfully, "Lord Wan, my master was injured while practicing martial arts just now and is not in a position to receive you. Does Lord Wan have urgent business? If not, His Highness asks that you return another day."

Wan Youqing, Commander of the Palace Guards, looked somewhat displeased, but he suppressed his temper and said, "An Assassin appeared in the palace earlier and intended to assassinate His Highness. Your Majesty ordered us to investigate the relevant information, so I came to the Fifth Prince's residence to learn more. Since the Fifth Prince is injured and needs quiet recuperation, this Subordinate Official will not disturb him further and shall return another day."

"Very well. I shall inform His Highness later and have him await Lord Wan's honored arrival."

"Thank you for the trouble, Eunuch."

"Take care, my lord."

At that moment, a Subordinate lowered his voice and said, "Lord Wan, look, that Eunuch has climbed onto the benches too."

"Hmm?"

Wan Youqing, who had only taken a few steps, turned back to look.

He saw Eunuch Wang Bao kick aside the Little Eunuch, whose fate was unknown, then silently lie facedown on the benches himself. With an expressionless face, he said, "Ten strokes."

Wan Youqing's eyes narrowed slightly.

These Eunuch Officials were different from officials like them. They were a group wholly dependent on the Imperial Family.

They had always obeyed every command of the Imperial Family without question.

Moreover, there were no lack of experts among them. They were an important force the Imperial Family used to keep officials like them in check.

Whenever the Imperial Family told them to head east, they dared not head west. Their obedience was so abject it inspired contempt.

Wan Youqing said disdainfully, "A bunch of things without even a cock."

Inside the bedroom.

At Zhao Hongming's command, the servants brought hot water, towels, gauze, and various ointments.

One Eunuch eagerly offered to treat Zhao Hongming's wound, but Zhao Hongming sent him retreating with a stern look.

In the end, the task fell to Chen Xuerong.

"Your Highness, be careful. It may hurt a little."

"Thank you for your trouble, Miss Chen."

Chen Xuerong tore open Zhao Hongming's sleeve, revealing the bloody and terrifying wound beneath.

Her slash had indeed been heavy, directly splitting Zhao Hongming's arm open, flesh and skin torn apart.

Expressionless, Chen Xuerong used a pair of tweezers to carefully pick out every splinter embedded in Zhao Hongming's flesh.

Then she applied Trauma Medicine and wrapped the wound in a layer of white gauze.

Zhao Hongming drew in a sharp breath, his face turning somewhat pale. Clearly, the treatment had been truly painful.

"This was all because this subject failed to control herself and caused this disaster, making Your Highness suffer an undeserved calamity. It is only proper for this subject to do these things," Chen Xuerong said apologetically.

"Fists and feet have no eyes. It is nothing serious." As though he had thought of something, Zhao Hongming said, "Someone, This Prince is thirsty. Bring tea."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone served tea.

Zhao Hongming's right hand was injured, so he intended to make tea with his left hand, but for some reason, it felt exceedingly awkward and inconvenient.

Chen Xuerong quickly said, "Allow this subject to do it. Your Highness, sit still first."

With that, she skillfully brewed a cup of hot tea, held the cup, blew on it, and brought it to Zhao Hongming's lips.

A smile flashed through Zhao Hongming's eyes.

Once the matters had mostly been settled, Chen Xuerong said, "Your Highness, this subject will remain in the palace tonight. If there are any problems, you may send someone to call for me at any time. During this period, Your Highness should rest peacefully and refrain from practicing martial arts again."

"This Prince understands."

"This subject shall take her leave."

After Chen Xuerong left, Zhao Hongming said with a faint smile, "You may all withdraw as well."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The servants in the room left one after another, leaving Zhao Hongming alone in the vast chamber.

He untied the bandage around his arm and silently circulated the Eight Desolations Eternal Youth Technique.

A vitality like that of spring blossomed from within him.

That was the condensed Eternal Life True Intent.

Zhao Hongming stared at the wound on his arm. Under the shroud of the Eternal Life True Intent, it rapidly healed and scabbed over.

In the end, it returned to its original state.

If any imperial physician had been present, they would have been astonished beyond measure. This was practically an immortal art.

Even Zhao Hongming had not expected the Eternal Life True Intent to be so domineering, able to restore bodily injuries without the slightest flaw.

Smiling, he moved his arm, picked up a cup of tea, and took a sip.

He could not help feeling full of anticipation for the Eight Desolations Eternal Youth Technique's future performance.

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