Morning, in a bedroom in the Main Hall of Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Liu Yun threw away the last bloodstained cloth.
Li Ping'an lay on the bed. His body, previously like a gourd drenched in blood, had now been wiped clean.
Inside him was a mess of impurities, like a towering flood, eroding everything around them with unstoppable force.
Fortunately, the Buddhist Golden Body Technique had stabilized it.
The external wounds had also been purified by Buddhist light and no longer seeped blood.
Several wounds that could have proved fatal remained starkly visible on his body.
More scars crisscrossed him, each wound containing a powerful force of magic.
With injuries like these, even someone in the Nine Realms of Immortals would probably have been beyond saving.
Yet Li Ping'an was still alive.
A golden Healing Pill had long since flowed into his body.
Though it could not bring the dead back to life, it was remarkably effective against injuries to the internal organs.
"Knock, knock, knock!!"
More than a dozen Buddhist masters surrounded the room, striking wooden fish.
The sound was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear.
An indescribably wondrous power seemed to permeate it.
The sound was like a strand of celestial music. Anyone who heard it felt refreshed, their wicked thoughts swept away, with a sense of turning toward goodness.
Golden light naturally settled over Li Ping'an, seemingly stabilizing his breath and vital essence.
Li Ping'an opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, then at the red-robed woman beside him.
"How is Demon-Suppressing Pass?"
Hearing Li Ping'an speak, Liu Yun started.
Then she smiled in relief. "You... you're awake."
Li Ping'an tried to sit up, but the slightest movement sent excruciating pain through his body.
"Don't move. You're badly injured."
"Cough, cough, cough... What's the situation outside?"
"They're still