"Urgh—" As the one being targeted, even though most of the force had been deflected, Wen Zhiyi still inevitably suffered internal injuries. The blood he coughed up even carried fragments of his organs, and his complexion visibly withered.
A Golden Core cultivator was still far too weak before such power.
"I..." Wen Zhiyi wanted to say something, but the next instant, the world spun around him. With a smack, he heard himself collapse onto the ground.
"Why was he so fragile?" Bushi had also taken quite a heavy blow. The two of them had been standing in roughly the same place, so why did Wen Zhiyi look like he was about to die?
Wen Xu had already fed him medicinal pills, but Wen Zhiyi's body was like a funnel. Even if they stuffed it full of heavenly treasures right now, it seemed impossible to fully mend him. Unless—
"Huh?"
"What are you huh-ing about?"
Wen Xu discovered that his Golden Light seemed to be consciously searching for something. It drifted through every corner of Wen Zhiyi's body like the most loyal scout. After Wen Zhiyi lost consciousness, it became even more unrestrained.
"Do you know Wen Zhiyi's background?"
Bushi was startled. "Why are you asking that? It seemed Wen Chishan brought him into the Blissful Union Sect. He was talented and pure-hearted. Before Wen Chishan's scandal came to light, he was the most popular young cultivator in the Cultivation Realm besides you, without question."
Wen Xu said, "I'm popular?"
"Little Martial Granduncle, have some self-awareness. Among the cultivators out there imitating you by pretending to be blind, if there weren't a hundred thousand, there were at least eighty thousand."
"So only Wen Chishan knew Wen Zhiyi's origins?"
Bushi nodded. "You could say that. Do you suspect his background was unusual?"