The Seriously Injured Man

The Seriously Injured Man

Though the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect was only ninth-rate and had only two people, Jun Changxiao was still the sect leader. If even his disciple dared lecture him to his face, what dignity as a sect leader did he have left?

No, no.

He had to establish his authority and make this woman understand that he was the leader of the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect—her direct superior!

"Ahem."

Jun Changxiao cleared his throat, clasped his hands behind his back, and said solemnly, "Qianqian, what you said just now was right. One cannot show mercy to enemies."

"But remember this."

"We martial artists cultivate the Dao and cultivate the heart."

"If we throw our weight around and bully the weak with strength, how are we any different from street thugs and bullies?"

"Besides."

"A few trash disciples pose no threat to me whatsoever. If I killed them, it would surely damage the sect's prestige."

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, Host! You have completed the Side Quest and obtained 1 Sect Contribution Point!"

"Ding!"

"Sect Contribution Points: 5/100."

That completed it?

Jun Changxiao wore a baffled expression.

He had thought he needed to persuade Lu Qianqian until she was completely convinced for it to count as a success.

In truth, this Side Quest had no strict requirements. As long as Jun Changxiao made his stance clear and displayed the authority expected of a sect leader, it was complete.

Whether Lu Qianqian took his words to heart was her own business.

Judging from the way she looked at Jun Changxiao as though he were an idiot, it was obvious this woman had not listened at all.

"I understand."

Lu Qianqian said, "Killing such trash would disgrace the sect leader's prestige. Let this disciple carry it out on your behalf."

Clang!

Her longsword left its sheath, and cold air spread outward.

Jun Changxiao nearly collapsed. "Qianqian, why can't you understand? What I mean is..."

"Hey, hey, don't leave!"

"Lu Qianqian, you're a woman! Women should act like women instead of thinking only about fighting and killing!"

Lu Qianqian stopped. A chill shone from her beautiful eyes as she said, "Who says women cannot fight and kill?"

She was very beautiful.

From Jun Changxiao's current angle, there was not the slightest flaw to be found.

Yet the coldness and killing intent flickering in her eyes made his heart tighten. She definitely is a woman with a story!

Ever since Lu Qianqian had joined the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect, Jun Changxiao knew absolutely nothing about her identity or background.

He had once considered finding an opportunity to ask, but after their brief contact, he discovered that she was icy all day long and abandoned the idea.

Cold-natured women were not easy to get along with. Better not provoke them too much!

"Qianqian."

Jun Changxiao smiled. "Put your sword away first."

Clang!

Lu Qianqian sheathed her sword and said flatly, "You are the sect leader, and I obey your orders. But remember—do not show any contempt toward women."

Contempt?

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

He did not want her fighting and killing because he was worried she might encounter danger.

Jun Changxiao felt that he had very little authority as a sect leader, because he could not see the slightest respect or awe in the eyes of his only female disciple.

How could he make her treat him with deep respect?

Jun Changxiao thought about it all the way, but came up with no good solution. He simply stopped thinking about it, opened the Attribute Panel, and stared at his 5 Contribution Points. Can I exchange them for something in the Mall?

He skipped the Novice Mall and directly opened the Initial Stage Mall, where a dazzling array of items appeared before him.

Fireball Talisman—requires 10 Contribution Points!

Ice Spike Talisman—requires 10 Contribution Points!

Low-grade Cold Edge Sword—requires 10 Contribution Points!

Ninefold Collapse Fist—requires 10 Contribution Points!

"..."

Jun Changxiao, who had only 5 Contribution Points, looked over the items that all required 10 Contribution Points to exchange for. His heart instantly turned to ashes.

No cheap ones?

Nothing that cost 1 Contribution Point?

There was!

Jun Changxiao continued looking and discovered that in the very last slot was an item requiring only 1 Contribution Point, named—Low-grade Healing Pill!

But he was not injured. Exchanging for this thing would be useless.

"Pah, pah, pah."

"Even if it were free, I still wouldn't exchange for it."

Aside from the Low-grade Healing Pill, every item in the Initial Stage Mall required 10 Contribution Points, leaving Jun Changxiao no choice but to close it.

Sigh.

He could only go to Qingyang City and recruit disciples to gain more Contribution Points.

"Creak."

Lu Qianqian, who was walking ahead, stopped. Her jade-like hand lightly rested on her sword hilt as her willow brows furrowed. "Someone is here."

"Someone?"

Jun Changxiao hurriedly looked around and saw that they were on an official road. Other than trees and rocks on either side, not even a human shadow could be seen.

He did not think Lu Qianqian would joke with him. "Where is the person?"

Lu Qianqian said nothing, her gaze fixed on the bushes by the roadside.

Jun Changxiao followed her gaze and saw the grass and bushes trembling faintly, as though something was inside. He immediately became wary. "Could it be a Fierce Beast?"

Starfall Continent was home not only to humans, but also Fierce Beasts. Though they did not cultivate Martial Dao, they possessed extremely formidable strength.

For example, on the way here, Jun Changxiao had encountered a Fierce Beast comparable to a Martial Apprentice in a remote mountain forest.

That physique, that strength.

It smashed rocks and trees with one punch as easily as playing around!

After witnessing the might of Otherworld Fierce Beasts, Sect Leader Jun decisively chose to make a detour, calling it—there was shit and piss all over the forest ahead, so it was unsuitable for travel.

"It is not a Fierce Beast."

Lu Qianqian said, "It is a person."

"A person?"

Jun Changxiao immediately relaxed.

As long as it was not a Fierce Beast that could smash mountains and topple trees, there was nothing to worry about.

Sect Leader Jun strode over grandly. When he pushed aside the bushes, he saw a martial artist lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Not only was it a person.

It was a seriously injured person!

Lu Qianqian also walked over and said, "His injuries are severe."

As she spoke, she removed her hand from the sword hilt, raised her head to look at the sky, and said, "It will be dark soon. We should hurry on our way."

Jun Changxiao blurted out, "We're not saving him?"

Lu Qianqian looked at him as if he were an idiot. "You plan to save him?"

Jun Changxiao said, "Saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

Lu Qianqian said flatly, "Who knows whether he was being hunted by enemies? If you save him, you may bring great trouble upon yourself and the sect."

Even after transmigrating here, Jun Changxiao understood that reasoning.

He crouched down, lifted half of the injured man's bloodstained clothes, and said, "Do you think the wound on his back was caused by a person?"

Lu Qianqian shook her head. "They are claw marks."

Jun Changxiao said, "Then it was a Fierce Beast that injured him, not enemies."

Lu Qianqian agreed, saying flatly, "This man is gravely injured and could perish at any moment. You do not understand Medical Dao, so how will you save him?"

"Although I do not understand Medical Dao..."

Jun Changxiao gently spread open his palm and smiled. "I have healing medicine."

Lu Qianqian glanced at the pill in his palm, no larger than a peanut, and said flatly, "Judging by its color, this pill is nothing more than ordinary Gold Sore Medicine. Can it heal a seriously injured person?"

"Whether it can or not, we'll know after trying."

Jun Changxiao turned the injured man over, pried open his mouth, tossed in the pill, and circulated a little spiritual energy to urge it into his body.

Lu Qianqian did not say a word.

This man had not only external injuries, but internal injuries as well. Ordinary healing pills could not possibly cure him.

"Cough, cough!"

Suddenly, the unconscious injured man coughed twice. His tightly shut eyelids trembled faintly several times before he slowly opened them with difficulty.

He woke up?

Surprise surfaced in Lu Qianqian's beautiful eyes.

Jun Changxiao grinned. "It seems the effects of my Healing Pill are quite good."