Begging the Qilin for Help!

The healing Soul Masters surrounding Xiao Hongchen saw Meng Hongchen approach and quickly made way for her.

Meng Hongchen walked to the side of the stretcher, her legs giving out as she dropped to her knees beside it. Her hands gripped the edge of the stretcher, her knuckles turning white. Her wine-red hair slipped over her shoulders and fell across Xiao Hongchen's chest.

She looked at her brother.

Xiao Hongchen was curled up on the stretcher, black patterns writhing madly beneath his skin like countless tiny snakes tearing at his flesh.

His face was ashen, his lips blackened, and the black blood seeping from his seven orifices had already congealed into dark scabs. His body trembled without pause, and hoarse groans escaped him one after another, each seeming to be squeezed from the depths of his soul.

Tears burst from Meng Hongchen's eyes, sliding down her pale cheeks and dripping onto the back of Xiao Hongchen's hand.

"Brother..."

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying a fragility on the verge of collapse.

She grabbed Xiao Hongchen's arm, both hands tightly clasping the hand covered in black patterns.

Xiao Hongchen's hand was as cold as frigid iron. The black patterns writhed against her palms, emanating a heart-chilling aura of darkness.

Meng Hongchen closed her eyes and mobilized the last of her Soul Power, channeling it into Xiao Hongchen through their joined hands.

Icy-blue Soul Power surged from her palms, traveling up Xiao Hongchen's arm and into his meridians.

Xiao Hongchen's trembling seemed to ease, if only slightly.

Joy rose in Meng Hongchen's heart, and she desperately pushed even more Soul Power through.

The icy-blue Soul Power came into contact with fragments of golden Soul Power within Xiao Hongchen's body. The two types of Soul Power met in his meridians, faintly showing