On a key road of Xuanjia Gate.
Chang Xing crouched beside Du Lingchuan. Her beautiful eyes were already swollen red from crying, tears rolling down without pause as she choked out, "Master... you have to hold on..."
Chen Qing had already carefully examined Du Lingchuan's pulse.
Though Du Lingchuan's injuries were severe, and that Black Fiend Palm Force strike to his chest had been vicious and overbearing, damaging his lungs, internal organs, and meridians, fortunately, his foundations ran deep. At the critical moment, he had protected his heart meridian. With the medicinal power of Peng Zhen's top-grade Healing Pill spreading through him and keeping him alive, his life was not in immediate danger.
Chen Qing withdrew his hand and said steadily to Chang Xing, "Junior Sister Chang, there is no need to worry excessively. Elder Du has deep foundations, and that pill is no ordinary medicine. Though the palm force was heavy, it did not damage his foundations. Once I use true qi to help dissolve the medicine's power and clear his obstructed meridians, then let him recuperate properly for a time, he should be fine."
Hearing this, Chang Xing seemed to have seized a lifeline. She hurriedly raised her tearful face. "Thank you, Senior Brother Chen! Thank you!"
Chen Qing shook his head faintly. "It is simply my duty. Why thank me?"
He gestured for Chang Xing to step back, then sat cross-legged behind Du Lingchuan and pressed both palms against the vital point at his back.
Qingmu True Gang slowly flowed into him, like spring wind turning into rain, nourishing Du Lingchuan's damaged meridians and guiding that vast medicinal power through his limbs and body.
The surviving Xuanjia Gate disciples nearby, including Shi Ziyi and Fang Rui, all held their breath as they watched, their faces filled with