Recovering on Misty Cloud Sect Back Mountain: An Yi Counts His Spoils and Strikes It Rich

A month later, on Misty Cloud Sect Back Mountain.

In the quiet Pavilion, a breeze brushed past. An Yi leaned back in a stone chair, his face still somewhat pale.

He remained in his red-haired, red-eyed form.

When he recalled the battle a month earlier, even he felt a lingering chill.

A Four-Star Dou Zong had blown himself up right in his face. The power had been terrifying beyond belief.

Fortunately, Protector Wu had been a Soul Body, so the destructive force of his self-detonation had primarily targeted the soul. Before he exploded, everyone had already worn down most of his soul form, while An Yi's Vermilion Bird Divine Flame had firmly countered and suppressed him. That had greatly weakened the blast.

Otherwise, even with the Vermilion Bird Bloodline protecting him, An Yi might have been killed outright by that point-blank explosion.

Even so, his injuries had been severe.

The physical injuries were manageable. After receiving a vast infusion of Dou Qi and Heavenly Flames at the time, he had relied on the Azure Dragon Bloodline's formidable regenerative power to heal completely half a month ago.

The damage to his soul, however, was more troublesome.

Even now, he woke each day with his head feeling heavy and muddled.

"Why are you out here again? Can't you stay in bed and rest?"

A cool voice, edged with reproach and concern, sounded outside the Pavilion.

Yun Yun approached with light steps and sat beside An Yi.

An Yi shook his head helplessly. "Lying down won't help this injury."

He turned to Yun Yun and asked with concern, "Are you all right now?"

Though Protector Wu's soul detonation had been aimed mainly at him, Yun Yun had been close to the center of the blast when she tried to save him. She had