Chapter 8 Sikong Qianluo’s Thumping Heart
Bai Li Dongjun, Li Hanyi, and Yin Luoxia all glared at Jiang Che with hostility, ready to risk their lives in a confrontation at any moment.
“Miss Sikong, I can heal the city lord. Let me examine his injuries,” Jiang Che said, ignoring the murderous stares from Bai Li Dongjun and the others.
With his five-element spiritual power, healing Sikong Changfeng was not a challenge, especially since wood spiritual power symbolized vitality.
Even if Sikong Changfeng were already dead, Jiang Che was confident that with some spiritual medicine, he could bring him back to life. Moreover, he possessed God-Tier medical skills.
“Are you serious?”
Sikong Qianluo stopped crying and looked at Jiang Che with suspicion.
“Of course, I’m serious. Let me give it a try.”
Without further explanation, Jiang Che approached Sikong Changfeng and knelt beside him. Sikong Qianluo sensibly moved aside to give him space.
Jiang Che placed his hand over Sikong Changfeng’s lower abdomen, channeling wood spiritual power to repair the internal damage caused by the ice spikes. The injuries to Sikong Changfeng’s organs and meridians began to heal.
Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, the ice spikes on Sikong Changfeng’s body were expelled, his wounds began closing, and his complexion turned rosy again.
“It’s done,” Jiang Che said, withdrawing his hand. Under everyone’s astonished gaze, Sikong Changfeng quickly regained consciousness.
With a swift movement, Sikong Changfeng leapt up from the ground and began scolding Jiang Che.
“You brat! We agreed to spar, not for you to take my life!”
Sikong Changfeng looked furious, though his heart still held a trace of fear. He had felt death looming over him just moments ago.
“I only used seventy percent of my strength. Who told you to be so weak?”
Jiang Che replied disdainfully, curling his lip. It seemed he had overestimated Sikong Changfeng.
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“Pfft!”
Yin Luoxia couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth. Even the corner of Li Hanyi’s lips under her mask twitched upward slightly.
“Who the hell is into that kind of thing!”
“I was thinking that your abundant vitality might be the key to saving Ruoyi.”
Sikong Changfeng ground his teeth in frustration.
Ye Ruoyi, born with a congenital heart defect, had always been frail. Now, Jiang Che’s vitality-rich energy gave Sikong Changfeng a glimmer of hope.
If Jiang Che’s energy could mend his broken meridians, it might also cure Ye Ruoyi’s congenital condition.
“We’ll discuss this later. City Lord Bai Li, shall we begin?”
Jiang Che said ambiguously, shifting his gaze to Bai Li Dongjun.
His system-assigned task was to defeat the three city lords, and now only Bai Li Dongjun and Li Hanyi remained.
“Let’s begin!”
Bai Li Dongjun nodded solemnly. Together, they moved to the surface of Erhai Lake.
“Father, how many moves do you think Master Bai Li can last against Brother Jiang?”
Sikong Qianluo’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Jiang Che, her admiration growing.
Not only is he handsome, but his martial arts skills are unparalleled. And if that isn’t enough, his medical abilities are miraculous!
At the age of youthful infatuation, Sikong Qianluo felt her heart race. A small deer seemed to leap within her chest.
“It’s hard to say. After all, Senior Brother is already at the half-step Heavenly Realm.”
Sikong Changfeng, oblivious to his daughter’s feelings, felt a chill down his back, as if he’d just lost something irreplaceable.