Incomplete Creation Eight-Trigram Furnace

He had thought there would be no further gains from this trade, but two hours before it was due to end, Zhou Ping of the Luofu Sword Sect, who had never shown himself before, appeared on the third floor of the inn.

He looked as though he had just survived a fierce battle. His entire body was scorched black, and more critically, a horrific wound ran across his chest, nearly tearing it open entirely. His pulsing internal organs could even be faintly seen.

His wound had clearly been treated beforehand, but it was simply too severe, and blood still continued to seep out.

Zhou Ping was a regular at the Market Ruins and had always treated others well, maintaining excellent relations with most of the old-timers there. Seeing him in such a state, Degu'en, Ailong, Luke, and the others immediately rushed over.

"Brother Zhou Ping, what happened to you?!"

"Questions later! That wound is serious. Does anyone have healing items or abilities?"

The creatures carefully supported Zhou Ping, their concern plain to see and utterly genuine.

At the calls, a fifth-rank Treefolk quickly stepped out from the crowd. Using the Treefolk's unique ability, it voluntarily sent a strand of pure life energy into Zhou Ping.

Visible to the naked eye, Zhou Ping's deathly pale face regained some color, and even the blood spilling from the wound on his chest was somewhat restrained.

But that was merely how it looked to the other creatures. Only Zhou Ping himself, along with Song Chi, who possessed the power of an eighth-rank Sovereign, knew it was merely superficial. That strand of pure life energy did have some effect, but it was nowhere near enough for an injury that had damaged his very foundation.

At that moment, the flame of Zhou Ping's soul was still