Chapter 37 - 37 37 He Has No Heartbeat

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37: Chapter 37: He Has No Heartbeat 37: Chapter 37: He Has No Heartbeat He turned his head to glance once more at the fawn struggling next to Baili An, who, despite the trails of blood left by the golden net’s binding, pitifully and forcefully crawled in his direction with little regard for its own pain. Compassion flickered in his eyes as he gently patted the Golden Crow beneath him. At its master’s command, the Golden Crow cried out and its body surged with golden luminescence. The light, sharp and unmatched, sliced the golden net into shreds without harming the fawn. Now free, the fawn staggered, and with difficulty, made its way to Baili An’s side, collapsing there and tenderly licking his pallid cheek with soft whimpers. The witnessing villagers couldn’t help but sigh internally at the deep bond between master and servant. No wonder the young boy refused to exchange the fawn; it seemed, after all, that Qi Yang was indeed too overbearing. The girls tending to Baili An saw his complexion as pale as death itself. One of them boldly leaned down to listen for a heartbeat on his chest, only to cover her mouth and tearfully declare, “He… he has no heartbeat.” The man in golden robes had a slightly complex expression, unsure how to respond. After a moment of silence, he stuttered, “In a… in a while, everything will be okay.” Qi Yang, who had been silently observing, suddenly went pale as his gaze darted around nervously. Bursting with rage, he swiftly stood up and stormed towards Baili An, his eyes filled with a ferocity as if to devour someone, he bellowed, “This beast! Give me my parents’ lives back!!!” Seeing him like this, the young men and women guarding Baili An stood up as one, staring down Qi Yang with unprecedented hostility. They blocked his way and gave him a fierce shove. S~eaʀᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Though it didn’t move him an inch, it managed to halt his advance. Qi Yang stood bewildered, followed by boundless anger, “You actually protect an outsider!” “Don’t go too far, Qi Yang!” shouted a girl, arching her delicate brows in indignation. “Chen Xiaolan, I advise you not to meddle!” Qi Yang glared fiercely at the girl. “What do you mean by ‘give me my parents’ lives back’? Qi Yang, your parents were killed by that monster; your misdirected anger is too much!” Chen Bao immediately stepped forward to shield his sister from the blunt accusation. Qi Yang clenched his teeth in fury, pointing accusingly at the unconscious Baili An, hatred coursing through his eyes, “He did it on purpose! So many people were swept up into the sky earlier, and he saved so many of you but deliberately did not save my parents! His targeting me is intentional!” “Ridiculous!” The girl known as Chen Xiaolan, pushing past her protective brother, boldly met Qi Yang’s fierce gaze. Scolding him, she said, “Today, it was you, Qi Yang—taking advantage of being a disciple of a cultivator, bullying the weak, trying to take someone else’s cherished deer, and it was you who instigated this conflict. Then, that monster arrived, following your Immortal teacher, and so many people died, swept into the sky to die beneath that giant ax. Where were you?!” Her youthful eyes reflected a stern and compelling aura. Unafraid of Qi Yang potentially lashing out in embarrassed fury that could leave her severely injured, she stepped forward, disappointment and disgust plainly written on her face. “You claim to be an Immortal Disciple, blessed with exceptional talents and abilities, but when your parents were in trouble, you hid like a coward behind a rock with your mighty teacher of legends! Qi Yang! In those desperate moments of life and death, did you even have the courage to open your eyes and see your parents, who raised you, their eyes filled with desperation and pleading?” “Shut up! Just shut up!” Qi Yang roared in fury. People standing behind Chen Xiaolan began to speak up one after another: “Xiaolan is right, Qi Yang, you’ve gone too far! This young brother had no idea who your parents were from the start; your accusations of deliberate negligence make no sense.” “It’s laughable, that Si Chen, a stranger to us, was willing to risk his life to save us, especially after we scorned him with our cold and sarcastic remarks. Qi Yang, so full of arrogance, kept pressing to seize the fawn. Even if Si Chen deliberately chose not to save someone, so what?! Si Chen owes Qi Yang nothing; the audacity he has to demand ‘give me my parents’ lives back’ is shameless!” “Heh, who knew Qi Yang was such a shameless person! The one who should be ashamed to face his parents now is probably him.” Qi Yang’s face turned stiff with fury. He suddenly realized that the respectful, envious, and awe-filled glances he once received had all changed at that moment. They became unfamiliar, disdainful, and even hostile. The man in golden robes had not taken part in this exchange at all. It appeared that he had no interest in the conflict at hand. Silently, he pulled a green herb from his Qiankun Bag, its blades still kissed with morning dew. When he saw this herb, Wen Yu, seated cross-legged, suddenly brightened with recognition. Could it be Spirit Grass infused with water? This Spirit Grass was a rare healing Holy Object. Though it may not resurrect the deceased or heal broken bones to the extent of legends, its medicinal power was formidable. As long as the injured had a breath of life left in them, this herb could sustain them. And for an ordinary cultivator, taking this grass could even extend lifespan by a decade. Wen Yu, with his life nearing its end, was in desperate need of this herb. He struggled to move his lips, pondering how to broach the subject. Then he saw the young man in golden robes carelessly crumple the herb in his hand before forcefully stuffing it into the fawn’s mouth. Wen Yu nearly leaped up from the back of the Golden Crow to curse at him. Such a divine herb was of great use and miraculous effect to him, and yet this damn fool so easily fed it to an animal! The fawn held the ball of medicine in its mouth, chewing it a couple of times, almost as if it knew the herb was exceptionally precious and didn’t want to swallow it. It whimpered twice and crawled to the unconscious Baili An, ready to feed him the chewed herb. However, the young man in the golden robe stopped it, saying, “You needn’t do this; the medicine will be of no use to him. Although he is severely wounded, with his corpse’s… cough, with his constitution, it won’t be long before he wakes up.” Strangely, this young man, who was so nervous speaking with others that he stuttered endlessly, spoke without a hitch to the little deer. Realizing this, the fawn suddenly became aware that aside from drinking fresh blood, its master rarely consumed other things. So, it decided to get as plump and healthy as possible so that later on, if its master got hungry, it could nourish him. After coming to this conclusion, the fawn, under Wen Yu’s crazed and envious gaze, swallowed the entire Spirit Grass clean. The wounds inflicted by the net disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. Its body returned to its usual nimble state, with the Spiritual Energy it radiated now greater than ever, almost reaching the level of a third-grade seeker on the path to the Dao.

Chapter 37 - 37 37 He Has No Heartbeat

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