Nezha Bound

Deng Jiugong saw Tuxingsun lift the tent flap and enter. His brows immediately furrowed, and a trace of displeasure still lingered in his heart. In the end, he still looked down on Tuxingsun.

"What brings you here?"

Tuxingsun noticed Deng Jiugong's cold expression but paid it no mind. He calmly said, "Marshal, I heard you were wounded before the battle. I came today to treat your injuries."

Deng Jiugong had not held much hope, but the pain from his wounds had refused to heal for so long that he ultimately did not reject Tuxingsun's offer.

He never expected that after taking the pills Tuxingsun offered, the pent-up damage within his body would rapidly ease, and more than half his strength would visibly return.

For a moment, the way he looked at Tuxingsun quietly changed, gaining a hint of surprise.

"Marshal, I heard Miss Deng was also severely injured yesterday. Would you permit me to examine and treat her?"

Deng Jiugong pondered for a moment before slowly nodding. "Go."

Before long, Tuxingsun entered Deng Chanyu's tent and treated her wounds with the same medicine, successfully waking Deng Chanyu from her unconsciousness due to severe injuries.

After this, the father and daughter's impression of Tuxingsun improved considerably.

The next day, Western Qi's forces continued taking turns challenging the camp outside, their curses unceasing.

"Father, allow your daughter to fight!" Deng Chanyu volunteered.

Deng Jiugong gently shook his head. "Chanyu, your injuries have only just improved. You should not fight again."

"But the Zhou army has provoked us day after day. If we keep our gates shut and refuse battle, the morale of the three armies will surely continue to decline!"

Hearing this, Deng Jiugong could not help falling into hesitation.

Every soldier of the Human Realm cultivated the Martial Dao. When one