"Sister!" Liu Mengli's face changed drastically, losing all color and turning deathly pale. She kept calling out, but no matter how much she called, Liu Qin showed no signs of waking up. Finally, she was so anxious that tears streamed down her face, making her look extremely helpless.
"Don't cry, she's alright. Her soul was just severely damaged, causing her to fall into a coma," Su Chen said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Liu Mengli immediately looked at Su Chen, crying and pleading, "Dean, please save my sister! I beg you!"
Su Chen glanced at Liu Mengli, then gently placed Liu Qin on the ground. He extended a finger and touched her brow. Green light swirled around his fingertip, radiating rich vitality and shining brightly. Immediately afterward, a large amount of life force, like strands of silk, surged into Liu Qin's body, flowing to her limbs, bones, and internal organs, restoring her vitality.
Finally, it even penetrated deep into Liu Qin's damaged soul. In an instant, her originally dim and almost broken soul began to glow faintly under the nourishment of this life force. As the life force continued to flow in, the glow grew stronger and stronger. Her torn soul healed rapidly before the naked eye, like a broken piece of porcelain being carefully repaired by a pair of skillful hands.
Liu Qin's originally bloodless face gradually became rosy, her unconsciously furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her breathing became steady and long.
Seeing this, Liu Mengli slowly loosened her tightly clenched fists, let out a long breath, and smiled. She looked up at Su Chen and said gratefully, "Thank you, Dean."
"It's nothing." Su Chen shook his head, not saying anything more.
Time passed second by second. At this moment, Liu Qin's willow-leaf eyebrows trembled slightly, and her eyes slowly opened. Her gaze was somewhat dazed, but she quickly recovered.
"Sister!" Liu Mengli held Liu Qin's hand tightly, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face. These tears contained joy, excitement, self-reproach, and a variety of other emotions.
"Silly girl, don't cry." Liu Qin reached out and wiped away Liu Mengli's tears, saying with heartache. She couldn't bear to see her younger sister cry.
"Mmm!" Liu Mengli nodded, trying to suppress her emotions, but tears still streamed down her face.
Liu Qin smiled, two shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks, flushed with a faint Hong Yun, like peach blossoms about to bloom, beautiful and captivating. Then, she noticed Su Chen beside her, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "And this young master is?"
"Oh, right, I was so excited I almost forgot to introduce him to you." Liu Mengli snapped out of her daze and began to introduce Su Chen's identity.
A moment later, Liu Qin stood up, bowed respectfully to Su Chen, her expression solemn yet filled with gratitude, "Thank you so much for saving my life, Young Master Young Master Su. On behalf of the entire Spirit Race, I express my gratitude to you. If you ever need anything in the future, our Spirit Race will certainly do our utmost!"
Liu Mengli, standing to the side, also bowed respectfully. She knew that without Su Chen's help, she would never have been able to rescue Liu Qin, so she was truly grateful to Su Chen from the bottom of her heart.
"It's nothing," Su Chen shook his head and said calmly.
Soul-Locking Secret Realm, all the Spirit Race had gathered here, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye could see. They all looked at Jialan in the sky with respectful yet extremely wary expressions.
Since Liu Qin was trapped here, Jialan has ruled the entire Spirit Race with ruthless methods. Those who disobeyed were all killed or thrown into the Soul-Locking Secret Realm. In short, anyone who resisted him was basically killed.
This has led to all the creatures of the Spirit Race being utterly terrified of Jialan. They dare not disobey his every word, for disobedience means certain death, whether they are high-ranking members or ordinary Spirit Race.
This is why, when Jialan summoned them here, no one dared to dawdle; they all put down what they were doing and rushed over.
However, Jialan did not vie for the throne, because the Spirit Race has always had a rule that only the previous king can inherit the throne. Therefore, during this time, he has been waiting for Liu Qin to die. As long as Liu Qin dies, he can rightfully sit on the throne he has been dreaming of. At that time, countless beings in the Spirit Domain Realm will call him king!
Jialan stood in the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind. His aged face exuded boundless majesty, his eyes sharp and cold. Golden light intertwined and swirled around him, and his terrifying aura made all the Spirit Race members dare not even breathe.
"Have you encountered any suspicious creatures in my Spirit Race's territory today?" Jialan's voice was vast and booming, resounding throughout the world and shaking all directions.
All the Spirit Race members trembled violently, their faces turned pale, and cold sweat poured down their foreheads. They all shook their heads, indicating that they had not seen anything. However, eight powerful Spirit Race members among them had unusual expressions.
Jialan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He narrowed them slightly and scanned them. Finally, his gaze fell on the eight powerful members of the Spirit Race. Without saying a word, he extended his withered right hand and then clenched his fist tightly.
The eight powerful members of the Spirit Race immediately felt a chill spread throughout their bodies, their pupils contracted, and before they could react, an invisible hand firmly grasped them.
Their faces contorted in pain, as if their bones were being crushed, making cracking sounds, and they screamed incessantly. The members of the Spirit Race all turned to look, frowning and puzzled.
"What do you know?" Jialan asked coldly, staring at the eight powerful members of the Spirit Race.
"I... we know nothing." The eight powerful members of the Spirit Race trembled, their voices filled with terror.
"Hmph!" Jialan snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with killing intent. With a thought, seven screams suddenly rang out. Seven powerful members of the Spirit Race were crushed into mincemeat by that invisible hand!
Upon seeing this, the Spirit Race trembled violently, their faces turning ashen, filled with extreme fear of Jialan.
The last powerful member of the Spirit Race was nearly scared to death. Under the threat of death, he desperately shouted, "I... I'll talk, I'll talk!"
"No need." Jialan remained expressionless, his figure vanishing as he reappeared before the Spirit Race expert. He raised his hand high, light surging in his palm, then slammed it down, " Soul Search!"
With this palm strike, the Spirit Race expert's face contorted in agony, his hair disheveled, and his eyes slowly glazed over. Finally, Jialan unleashed his power, shattering the expert's skull.
Jialan stood there, lost in thought, his expression slightly grim. He hadn't expected Liu Mengli to return, and with a human in tow.
"It seems Qingxuan has perished." Jialan took a deep breath, composed himself, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. "This human man was probably no ordinary person. The reason Liu Mengli was able to survive Qingxuan's clutches was likely because of him."