The One Who Struck

"Big Brother, are you feeling better?" Xiao Yan asked as Xiao Ding gradually regained consciousness.

Under Xiao Yan's meticulous treatment and care, some color had returned to Xiao Ding's face, though his life had previously been in danger. When Xiao Ding turned his head, he saw his wife, Lu Qing, standing vigil at his side with tear-filled eyes, still rejoicing at his escape from death. Only now did he truly believe that everything before him was not some dying hallucination—Xiao Yan was really alive, and at his most desperate moment, he had appeared like a god descending from the heavens.

"Cough, cough... Much better. Little Yan, I really have you to thank for today." Although Xiao Ding's body was badly injured, his joy at seeing his third brother was entirely sincere.

"Big Brother, don't rush. Your condition is still very poor. A moment of carelessness could leave lasting complications. Don't use your Dou Qi for now. Once I refine a medicinal pill specifically for you, you should recover considerably after taking it."

Although Xiao Yan had forcibly pulled Xiao Ding back from the brink of death, his meridians had been torn, his internal organs shaken, and his Dou Qi dantian was on the verge of collapse. His injuries were extraordinarily severe. If they were not properly treated, not only would it be difficult for his cultivation to advance in the future, but he would also be left with hidden injuries that could never be erased, greatly shortening his lifespan.

Xiao Yan prepared to immediately refine a fifth-tier medicinal pill tailored to treat Xiao Ding's injuries. His true body directly began setting up the cauldron and refining medicine. Even now, Xiao Yan had not forgotten Huo Zhen of the Flame Clan's warning. He constantly reminded himself to use only the simplest