第4章 东皇钟!朱竹清震撼!

The Chaos Bell faded from view, and Tang Shuo stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

The shock in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes gradually yielded to weakness.

As her tense nerves relaxed, the intense pain throughout her body surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming her consciousness.

Her vision went black, her body grew soft, and she began to collapse.

A reasonably sturdy arm caught her slender waist just in time.

Tang Shuo smoothly scooped the young girl up horizontally.

He lowered his head and glanced at the girl in his arms.

Her complexion was as pale as paper, her eyes tightly closed, and tear tracks remained wet upon her eyelashes.

Tang Shuo's gaze swept over her.

Many of her wounds were deep enough to expose bone, and her tight leather outfit was soaked through with fresh blood.

Her injuries were not light.

Running into me, consider yourself lucky.

Tang Shuo thought to himself, and holding her, his figure flashed and he vanished from the spot.

Outside the periphery of the Star Dou Great Forest, within a concealed cave.

A bonfire rose, driving away the chill of the cave.

Tang Shuo laid Zhu Zhuqing flat upon a stone platform covered in dried grass.

The young girl had a magnificent figure.

Her tight black leather outfit outlined her breathtaking curves to the absolute limit.

Even in unconsciousness, she exuded a wild and untamable charm.

When held in his arms, he could almost feel that astonishing softness and elasticity right through the fabric.

Tang Shuo had no mind to appreciate such things at the moment.

His gaze landed upon the gruesome wounds.

If he didn't treat them soon, infection alone would be enough to cost her her life.

Tang Shuo did not hesitate in the slightest.

He reached out and grabbed the torn collar of Zhu Zhuqing's chest.

Rip--!

The tight leather outfit was brutally torn open, exposing a large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin, as well as... wounds dyed crimson by fresh blood.

The sharp pain violently startled the unconscious Zhu Zhuqing awake.

She opened her eyes, her vision still somewhat blurry, only to see a strange youth tearing at her clothes.

Shame, anger, and panic instantly surged into her heart.

"Y-You... What are you doing?!"

Tang Shuo's hands did not stop their motion, nor did he raise his head.

"Don't move."

His voice was very flat, devoid of any discernible emotion.

"I'm treating your wounds."

"If you don't want to die, lie down properly."

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing was stunned.

Only then did she sense that the youth's fingers were carefully avoiding her injured areas.

She wanted to struggle.

Yet the sliver of strength she had just managed to gather quickly receded like the tide.

As she was now, even moving a finger felt difficult.

She could only give up, leaving the strange youth to untie her final defenses.

Her garments shattered, exposing yet more of her skin.

A sheet of snowy white that dazzled the eyes somewhat.

It formed a startling contrast with those gruesome wounds deep enough to expose bone.

Yet Tang Shuo's gaze lingered solely upon those injuries, never shifting by even half a fraction.

His hands did not stop as he tore a few relatively intact strips of cloth from the ruined leather outfit.

His technique could not be called gentle, but it was extremely decisive.

Winding past the injuries, he tied knots at several locations still oozing blood heavily, rapidly tightening them.

Stopping the bleeding first.

His fingertips brushed against the girl's skin, finding it ice-cold, completely devoid of the warmth a living person should possess.

Any later, and I fear even a Great Firmament Golden Immortal would struggle to save her, Tang Shuo thought to himself.

Such a young age, and her figure is quite well-endowed.

A bizarre thought suddenly flashed across the bottom of his heart.

Only to be cast aside by him the next instant.

Having finished all this, Tang Shuo straightened his body, slowly raising his right hand, palm upward.

A gentle golden light brightened within his palm.

The light condensed, transforming into an archaic bronze mirror that quietly floated in suspension.

The Mysterious Light Mirror.

This mirror was not the true body of the Chaos Bell, but rather a divine spell-art that Tang Shuo had condensed over the past three years by nurturing it day and night with his Solar True Qi.

He reached out a finger and gently tapped the surface of the mirror.

Hum--!

The Mysterious Light Mirror trembled slightly, and a brilliant yet unglaring pillar of golden light projected forth from it, enveloping Zhu Zhuqing's body.

The Great Sun Divine Light.

The very instant the divine light touched her wounds, the rolled-back flesh actually began to crawl and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wounds deep enough to expose bone were rapidly growing new flesh and blood.

The sharp pain on the young girl's body was being replaced by an unspeakable sense of comfort.

Zhu Zhuqing froze.

She instinctively turned her head sideways, her gaze falling upon that youth.

The flickering light of the bonfire illuminated his focused profile.

This person... so strong.

Turbulent waves stirred within Zhu Zhuqing's heart.

The youth before her possessed not a single soul ring, yet he had effortlessly slain a black-robed man of at least Soul Venerable rank.

And now, he was even employing such a miraculous healing method.

This power was like the sun in the heavens.

Warm, domineering, yet... making one feel inexplicably at ease.

Zhu Zhuqing instinctively wanted to shift her body to find a more comfortable posture.

"Don't move."

The youth's voice arrived.

Zhu Zhuqing's body, which had just wanted to shift, instantly stiffened.

Like a startled little cat.

She could only listen to the sound of her own heartbeat and experience the youth's treatment.

A full several minutes passed.

Only then did the golden light shrouding her body slowly dissipate.

Tang Shuo withdrew the Mysterious Light Mirror.

Only then did Zhu Zhuqing cautiously open her mouth, asking in a soft voice:

"I... can I move now?"

Tang Shuo glanced at her without answering.

He merely flipped his palm.

That archaic bronze mirror surfaced once again, and this time, he called it the Eastern Emperor Mirror.

The golden light cascaded down once more.

This time, Zhu Zhuqing could clearly sense that the final injuries within her body were also being rapidly repaired, and her soul power was slowly recovering.

In no more than a quarter of an hour total, the injuries on her body had actually healed by seven or eight-tenths.

Looking at that ancient mirror in Tang Shuo's palm that appeared and vanished by turns.

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent for a long while before finally failing to suppress the massive perplexity in her heart, asking:

"Is... is this your martial soul?"

"To be so powerful?"

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing's inquiry, Tang Shuo nodded slightly.

Consider it confirmation of her statement.

The Eastern Emperor Mirror and the Chaos Bell were naturally the two great magical treasures of Eastern Sovereign Taiyi.

And his complete martial soul was the supreme dharma-form of Eastern Sovereign Taiyi wielding both great magical treasures.

This mirror and that bell—to call them a part of his martial soul was hardly inappropriate.

Tang Shuo offered no explanation.

Some matters need not be spoken of too clearly.

In Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, however, this demeanor of his took on a completely different interpretation.

Zhu Zhuqing's thoughts became active.

She suddenly remembered something.

At that moment of extreme peril, she seemed to have seen a giant bell descend from the skies.

With a single strike, it had blasted that three-ringed Soul Venerable into smithereens.

Yet now, what frequently appeared in the youth's hand was invariably this mirror.

Therefore, was that bell... his ultimate hidden trump card?

Much like the life-saving bottom-line cards bestowed upon core disciples by certain sects?

While this mirror was his true martial soul.

The more Zhu Zhuqing thought about it, the more she felt it had to be so.

After all, how could a person's martial soul possibly consist of two separate items?

She looked at Tang Shuo, shock renewing itself within her heart.

Regarding the healing effect alone, this mirror alone was probably already completely no weaker than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, renowned as the number one auxiliary martial soul under heaven.

Such a terrifying auxiliary capability was simply unheard of.