The following events went smoothly. Thanks to the longevity lamp’s life-saving powers, Xuan Qingzi transferred half of his life’s cultivation to Feng Guang to repair the severe damage to her lungs. Additionally, he used rare and precious healing treasures, ruthlessly applying them to her body. Though Feng Guang was severely drained of her energy, her life was ultimately saved.
However, her cultivation was completely gone now, and she was no different from an ordinary person.
Shang Baizi felt it was a pity, but it was already fortunate that she had managed to survive such a serious injury. Cultivation could be rebuilt, but a life couldn’t be restored.
What puzzled him, though, was how Feng Guang had suddenly appeared in her room and how she had sustained such grave injuries. Based on her condition, it was clear that she had used the Immortality Spell recorded in ancient texts—who could have forced her to use it?
Shang Baizi snapped his fan, gritting his teeth. He instinctively thought it must have been a man. It was like watching his cabbage being stolen by a pig. He would teach him a lesson if he found out who that man was, provided he could defeat him.
Feng Guang had been unconscious for seven days. On the afternoon of the seventh day, she woke up, still dazed and confused, her mind foggy.
“It seems I was right. Feng Guang woke up just as expected. Fortunately, my medical skills haven’t deteriorated,” Xuan Qingzi said, stroking his gray beard, smiling as he looked much less weary than usual.
“Master?” Feng Guang stared for a moment, then remembered many things. She sat up from the bed, feeling some pain in her wounds. “I’m not dead?”
“Of course not.”
“But… I was injured and used the Immortality Spell… How am I still alive?”
Xuan Qingzi sighed in pain, “That’s because I spent many of the treasures I’ve collected over the years to save your life.”
“I see… By the way, Master…”
“I know what you’re going to say,” Xuan Qingzi interrupted her. “You want to talk about how you went back seven hundred years, met the great disciple of Xuanmen back then, and caused a bit of a romantic entanglement.”
Feng Guang was stunned. “Master… Seven hundred years ago, did you also meet me?”
She knew that her master was already over seven hundred years old, so seven hundred years ago, he had existed.
“Seven hundred years ago… Do you remember meeting a little Taoist boy? You once asked him to pass a sword tassel to his senior brother, and you also entrusted him to hide a baby named Xiao Xiao, waiting for her father to come and take her away.”
“Master… you… could you be…”
“Indeed,” Xuan Qingzi nodded. “Back then, I was just the most insignificant disciple of Xuanmen. At that time, I was still called Xuan Qing.”
“This is so incredible… Master, you’ve aged!”
Xuan Qingzi’s face darkened. “You ungrateful disciple, do you not see how old I am now?”
“Ah, back then, you called me ‘Senior Sister Feng Guang’ so energetically. Why am I just a ‘wayward disciple’ now?”
Xuan Qingzi pretended to be serious. “Let the past stay in the past. We should look forward to the future. A master is a father for life. I am your elder, and no one can change that.”
She remained indifferent. “Oh.”
Xuan Qingzi glanced at her. “Don’t you want to know what happened after you left?”
What happened after… Fang Yue, and Xiao Xiao…
Feng Guang hurriedly asked, “Master, please tell me, what happened after I left?”
“Later…”
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152
‘provided he could defeat him’ 😭