Mysterious Silver Halo
She Long's eyes widened involuntarily, and he said, "A 20,000-year Soul Ring? Ci Xue, don't joke Ci Xue. Even a Soul Emperor might not be able to absorb a 20,000-year Soul Ring. And now you're telling me that Xuehan Han's fourth Soul Ring is 20,000 years old?"
She Long's voice was full of disbelief. Soul Ancestor could absorb a 20,000-year-old Soul Ring Cross-Rank Absorption. How powerful must one's physique and Mental Power be to do that?
"Surprised? I saw it with my own eyes, and I even helped hunt down that 20,000-year-old Super Soul Beast." Ci Xue looked at She Long with an expression that said, "You have no knowledge."
Seeing his expression, She Long's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more. Instead, he turned around and went to prepare the dishes that Qian Renxue had mentioned.
Inside the room, Qian Renxue sat at the table, staring intently at Jun Xuehan.
Jun Xuehan sat cross-legged on the bed, continuously using her Soul Power to erode the corrosive energy in her wounds. Gradually, a faint silver halo emanated from the ground at the center of Jun Xuehan's forehead.
Along with the silver halo, a cool sensation surged through his body. This cool feeling was like a clear spring, making Jun Xuehan feel very comfortable. The corrosive energy in the wound was instantly cleared away when the cool sensation swept over it.
Jun Xuehan's thoughts became exceptionally clear under the cool and serene feeling, and even the pain in her wounds seemed to lessen considerably in an instant.
Qian Renxue watched as a silver halo suddenly appeared in the center of Jun Xuehan's forehead. She blinked her phoenix eyes, as if she had discovered a great secret. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she quietly got up and walked towards Jun Xuehan.
But when she came to Jun Xuehan leaned close to his face to examine the silver halo closely, the silver halo disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared at all.
At this moment, Jun Xuehan opened her eyes and looked at the stunningly beautiful face so close to her. She couldn't help but blink. The golden and silver eyes met, and the moment they met, Qian Renxue's body involuntarily retreated quickly, and she sat back down in the chair, looking nonchalant, but two blushes silently rose on her face.
"Sister Xue'er, what were you doing just now?" Jun Xuehan asked softly, then took out a white robe from her Soul Tool and put it on.
But the moment his clothes came into contact with the wound, he felt waves of pain. This pain made him frown slightly, and the white clothes he had just put on were quickly stained red with bright red blood.
"Cough, it's nothing. I just wanted to check if the corrosive energy in your wound had been cleared." Qian Renxue coughed lightly and said with a serious expression.
"Xuehan, your wound hasn't been bandaged yet. Why are you putting your clothes on? Take them off and bandage your wound first." Qian Renxue looked at Jun Xuehan as she put on her clothes, her voice full of seriousness.
"The corrosive energy in my wound has been cleared. As for whether the wound needs to be bandaged or not, it doesn't matter. It will heal in a few days at most." Jun Xuehan smiled indifferently, her voice sounding very calm.
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue immediately said, "How can that be? You are a prodigy of our Spirit Hall. Your injury must be treated with care. How can we be careless? First, bandage the wound properly, then allow yourself to recuperate for four months, and observe for eight months to see if there is any possibility of recurrence."
"As for the matter of going to the Far North for training in the bitter cold, let's postpone it for a while," Qian Renxue said with a wave of her hand, her tone very serious.
"Ahem, Sister Xue'er, I understand being cautious, but you seem to be being a bit too cautious. Besides, the corrosive energy has already been cleared, so how could there be any possibility of a relapse?" Jun Xuehan said, somewhat speechless.
Four months of quiet recuperation followed by eight months of observation—this is far too cautious. It's like he didn't have to do anything for a year except recover from his injury.
"What if? It's better to be safe than sorry. Everything needs to be handled with caution, especially since this is an injury left by Evil Soul Masters. We need to be even more careful." Qian Renxue's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her voice full of seriousness and determination.
For some reason, she didn't want Jun Xuehan to leave, and this was a perfect opportunity, a legitimate chance to keep him here.
"But this..." Jun Xuehan's words were interrupted by Qian Renxue before he could finish.
"But what but? There's no but. What if there are any aftereffects or the injury recurs? I'm asking you to stay and recuperate. Just stay and recuperate to avoid a recurrence of the injury. Take off your shirt. It's already stained with blood. Is it comfortable to wear?" Qian Renxue stared at Jun Xuehan and said in an unyielding tone.
Jun Xuehan listened to Qian Renxue's string of words and didn't know what to say for a moment. She took off the white clothes she had just put on again.
Qian Renxue walked over with some bottles and jars, and took out some Medicinal Ointment from them with her hands. Jun Xuehan watched Qian Renxue's actions and was about to say something when she heard Qian Renxue's voice.
"Don't move. You were injured while saving me, so it's only right that I bandage your wound now." As Qian Renxue spoke, she applied the Medicinal Ointment on Jun Xuehan's wound.
[The future Angel God, the young master of the Spirit Hall, such a proud person, actually personally applied medicine for me. I am truly honored.] Jun Xuehan felt the slightly cold touch on the wound and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Qian Renxue paused for a moment upon hearing the voice echoing in her mind.
Why should I do it myself?
Wait, he got hurt because of me. I did all this just to thank him.
Yes, that's it!
Qian Renxue nonchalantly began applying the Medicinal Ointment to Jun Xuehan.
After applying the Medicinal Ointment, Qian Renxue began bandaging Jun Xuehan's wound. However, having never done this before, Qian Renxue applied varying degrees of pressure while bandaging, causing Jun Xuehan to involuntarily gasp.
As Jun Xuehan gasped for breath, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance emanating from Qian Renxue natural body scent.
After bandaging the wound, Qian Renxue took away the bottles and jars in front of the bed and washed the Medicinal Ointment off her hands with clean water, while Jun Xuehan took out a set of dry clothes from her Soul Tool and put them on.
Silence fell over the room. Neither of them mentioned what had just happened, as if nothing had occurred.