Heaven Jealous of Genius

Medicine Valley bustled with cultivators coming and going. Many wore exhausted expressions and carried injuries, yet still had no time to rest.

Those like them, who could still walk on their own, were considered to be in relatively good condition.

Many more had lost arms or legs, or were so severely wounded that they could not even get out of bed.

After the bloody battle beneath the Heavenly Chasm, the invading Blood Race had been wiped out, but the Dragon Ascent World had also paid an unimaginable price.

Throughout the recorded history of the Dragon Ascent World, there had never been a war on such a massive scale, with such devastating casualties.

Before the Thatched Cottage, Lu Ye sat weakly in the chair Zhuang Bufan had once occupied. A thick beast-hide blanket covered his lower body, and he coughed softly from time to time.

Little Medical Immortal stood beside him, examining his injuries.

After killing the aged Blood Race member in that great battle, Lu Ye had fallen into a deep sleep. He had only barely awakened yesterday, and that was only because Little Medical Immortal had exhausted every method at her disposal. Otherwise, he would likely have slept much longer, perhaps even perished in his slumber.

Though he had awakened, his physical condition was dreadful. There were no wounds on his body, yet Lu Ye could feel an unprecedented weakness, as though every last drop had been drained out of him.

He was not yet twenty, but his face now showed traces of age, and large patches of his hair had turned snow-white.

Yiyi, Ye Liuli, and Huang Liang stood nearby, waiting anxiously.

After a long while, Little Medical Immortal finally withdrew the jade hand resting on Lu Ye's wrist and tucked his hand back beneath the beast-hide blanket.