Origin Restoration Pill

The dark hall was littered with corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

The invading rebel soldiers have all been killed by Zhou Wuji.

He had considered keeping a few survivors as witnesses, but he was seriously injured and Wuzheng's situation was also very bad. He had no spare strength to control the mutinous soldiers, so he could only kill them first.

Zhou Wuji, clutching his chest, sat down next to Wuzheng and asked, "Senior brother, are you alright?"

Wuzheng's face and body were covered in blood, but he was not injured. He was just numb and weak from the shock of the thunder, and he had exhausted his Divine Sense True Qi by continuously using Thunder Method. So he could only lie on the incense table.

He gave a wry smile and said, "I'm fine, I'm just exhausted."

"That's good." Zhou Wuji relaxed after confirming that Wuzheng.

Almost all of the ribs on the right side of his chest were broken, and some of them were broken into several pieces.

If he hadn't used his True Qi to protect his internal organs, his heart would have been blasted apart by the opponent's palm strike.

Fortunately, his body had been strengthened by the Origin Mystic Essence, which greatly enhanced his abilities and enabled him to withstand such a severe injury.

Under normal circumstances, such a severe injury would require at least six months of recovery.

He could actually transform the tiger demon into his Origin Mystic Essence, which, while not immediately healing his injuries, would at least greatly alleviate his current situation.

But after thinking about it, he decided to wait.

Firstly, bone regeneration requires proper alignment of the bone. While the transformed Origin Mystic Essence may enable bone regeneration, it may not automatically correct the bone's position.

Secondly, he felt that being seriously injured was also a good opportunity.

Anyway, the mutinous soldiers have been dealt with! There shouldn't be any danger for now.

Zhou Wuji had just read the Northern Emperor's Book of Heavenly Punishment. Including the leading Seventh-Rank Martial Artist, he had personally killed thirty-three people.

The other rebel soldiers were all killed by the Yin Thunder.

It must be said that the Yin Thunder technique is indeed domineering.

If it weren't for the fact that the leading Seventh-Rank Martial Artist was too strong, he could have annihilated the entire mob with his Yin Thunder.

His ability to kill that Seventh Rank expert was largely due to the Wuzheng Yin Thunder!

Zhou Wuji was somewhat impressed by Wuzheng to the death under such circumstances. He didn't retreat because he was confident he could escape. Wuzheng was truly tough!

Are you injured?

Wuzheng had just seen Zhou Wuji appear to have been struck by a palm, but then saw Zhou Wuji wielding his sword and killing numerous soldiers as if he were unharmed.

It wasn't until Zhou Wuji sat down beside him and his breathing became heavy that he realized Zhou Wuji's condition was not good.

"Yeah, a few ribs are broken, but it's nothing serious, you won't die."

Zhou Wuji was exhausted and had no energy to explain further.

Wuzheng rummaged in his sleeve and handed Zhou Wuji a wax-sealed pill. "Purple Gold Pill, replenishes blood and strengthens the body, specifically for treating internal and external injuries."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Zhou Wuji didn't stand on ceremony, broke the wax seal, and swallowed the pill.

Having fought side by side, Zhou Wuji trusted Wuzheng's character; he believed Wuzheng would not harm him, nor had any reason to do so.

The Purple Gold Pill tasted very bitter, but it quickly transformed into a stream of heat that flowed throughout the body.

Zhou Wuji felt heat condensing at the site of his broken ribs, which effectively relieved the excruciating pain.

He praised, "Senior Brother's elixir is truly miraculous!"

Having regained some of his strength, Zhou Wuji activated the Five Yin Pouch to collect the giant rock.

This thing is too conspicuous in the main hall, and it's too heavy for anyone else to move.

The Five Yin Pouch technique, a Secret Method, should also be kept hidden as much as possible.

Wuzheng also took a Purple Qi Pill, and his depleted True Qi was quickly restored by more than half. He also regained some of his energy and immediately got up to check the injuries of his disciples and attendants.

After checking around, it was found that only two people were seriously injured, while the others had minor injuries.

The crowd shrank back, silent, terrified by the bloody and brutal battle.

Wuzheng immediately gave orders to have Zhou Wuji helped back to his room to rest and to settle the other wounded.

He then went back to his room and called out Wuye and Wuming, asking them for help.

Wuming hearing that Zhou Wuji was injured, Wuming ignored everyone else and went straight to Zhou Wuji's room.

The dim yellow oil lamp illuminated Zhou Wuji complexion and made his eyes appear lifeless.

Wuming felt a pang of heartache upon seeing this and almost cried. She quickly moved closer and whispered, "Senior brother, senior brother..."

Zhou Wuji opened his eyes and glanced at Wuming, only to see her eyes glistening with tears, as if she was about to cry.

He Wuming not be good at doing serious work, but he provided a lot of emotional support!

"I just broke a few ribs, I'll be fine after some rest."

Wuming glanced at Zhou Wuji's somewhat sunken chest and said anxiously, "The broken bones need to be properly aligned and fixed, otherwise it will be very troublesome if the bones grow crooked."

She then asked, "Were any internal organs damaged?"

Before Zhou Wuji could speak, Wuming took out a small box from his sleeve, opened it, took out a pill, and was about to put it into Zhou Wuji's mouth.

"What is this?" Zhou Wuji knew that Wuming wouldn't harm him, but he couldn't just take any medicine.

Wuzheng is a master alchemist with a deep understanding of pharmacology; one need not ask questions before taking Wuming's pills.

This child is a bit simple-minded; I need to ask her about the pills she gave me first.

"The Origin Restoration Pill, a three-stage elixir, directly enhances the essence of life..."

Wuming that Zhou Wuji wouldn't take it, Wuming hurriedly explained while holding the pill.

Zhou Wuji had also heard of the famous Origin Restoration Pill, a renowned elixir of Daoism, known for its ability to revive the dead and heal the wounded.

He would naturally be willing to accept such a miraculous pill for free. However, he would always politely decline.

"My senior brother just gave me the Purple Gold Pill, so I don't need to take any other pills yet."

Wuming casually put the pills into the box and stuffed them into Zhou Wuji's sleeve, saying, "Then we'll take them tomorrow."

Seeing Zhou Wuji covered in blood, Wuming said with heartache, "Senior brother, let me wipe your face and help you change into clean clothes..."

Zhou Wuji found it difficult and didn't want to refuse Wuming's enthusiastic invitation.

Wuming that he could help Zhou Wuji, Wuming's mood immediately improved, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

She rushed out to fetch water, only to find the kitchen empty. She had no choice but to fiddle with the stove herself and boil water in a large iron pot.

After much effort, they finally found some wood to start a fire, heated the water, and carried a bucket of hot water back to the room, only to find that Zhou Wuji was already asleep.

Wuming sighed softly, took his own handkerchief, soaked it in warm water, and slowly wiped the bloodstains from Zhou Wuji's face and hair.

Zhou Wuji glanced at Wuming in a daze, but didn't say anything. He had just gone out while Wuming was away and dealt with the servant who had tipped him off.

Fighting while severely injured was excruciating; his entire body ached terribly, and he was utterly exhausted...

After Wuming finished her work, she saw that Zhou Wuji was fast asleep, and couldn't help but gently touch Zhou Wuji's cheek.

Seeing that Zhou Wuji didn't react, Wuming help but smile. She just stared blankly at her sleeping senior brother, thinking that he was handsome no matter how she looked at him, and even in his sleep he was so charming and captivating, she could never get tired of looking at him...

A burst of noise startled Zhou Wuji awake. He opened his eyes and saw that it was bright outside the window; it must be morning.

The door was pushed open, Wuming hurriedly walked in. She was very happy to see that Zhou Wuji was awake. "Senior Brother, you're awake!"

She added nervously, "People from the Lower Court have arrived, along with a centurion from the Ironclad Guard of the prefectural city, as well as Ironclad Guard from the county town, and experts like Zhang Xinhu..."

Zhou Wuji was a little puzzled. With so many experts present, even if Zhang Xinhu came, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Why was Wuming nervous?

Wuming a little guilty, Wuming lowered his eyes and said softly, "My father is here too."

She quickly added, "They're coming, senior brother, be careful..."

At this point, Wuming's face turned red. She gave Zhou Wuji a look and then hurriedly left.

Zhou Wuji was somewhat confused; what should he be careful about?

He and Wuming didn't do anything, Wuming's father wouldn't eat him up!