For those three days, the door to the secret chamber never opened again.
Lin Qingzhu mobilized all the reserves held by Cloud Pavilion's covert network, bringing in every high-grade pill and spirit stone she could buy.
Ye Changqing never left Zhou Xuan's side. He used his already weakened divine sense to continuously monitor Zhou Xuan's condition, administering medicine every four hours.
On the second night, Zhou Xuan's fever grew so severe that he could no longer even absorb the spirit stones.
Ye Changqing had to risk using his own divine sense to guide the spiritual energy, nearly dragging himself down with him.
On the evening of the third day, the supplies from Central Province arrived.
There was no envoy, no Immortal Boat.
A Spatial Rift tore open above the secret chamber. Three Spirit Vein Cores and ten jade bottles tumbled out, clattering onto the floor. The rift closed immediately, clean and decisive, without so much as an unnecessary word.
With trembling hands, Ye Changqing opened the first jade bottle.
The moment the stopper came off, the air throughout the secret chamber froze.
A medicinal fragrance so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve spread outward. Ye Changqing took one breath, and a warm, tingling ache surged through his severed left arm. Good heavens, this quality—he had never seen anything like it in all his years. He was utterly stunned.
"Give him three doses." Ye Changqing lowered his voice as far as it would go. "Keep the rest for later. Take out a Spirit Vein Core, too, and place it directly against his dantian."
Lin Qingzhu did as instructed.
The instant the Spirit Vein Core touched him, the spiritual energy concentration in the secret chamber surged more than tenfold. The Holy Medicine poured into Zhou Xuan as a warm current, and a