Chapter 447 - Ling Qingxue
Wang Hao's words truly touched Elder Jiang quite deeply. Elder Jiang had a fair heart and he believed that he had it in the past. However, the reality of the situation made him feel helpless and had no choice but to gradually abandon it.
At the moment, Wang Hao had basically given him a strong and forceful guarantee, allowing him to fearlessly reclaim the heart of justice.
Regarding the strength of Wang Hao's bodyguard, Zheng Yi, the Elder Jiang believed in it. Even if they could not kill the ancestor, simply fighting the Primordial Spirit Realm Ancestor to the point of making it flee was enough to make them famous like dragons.
With Wang Hao as their backer, the Elder Jiang defended justice, who would dare to not cooperate with him in the entire Dragon Plains?
"Young Master Wang, then this old one will accept your request!"
In just a breath of time, Elder Jiang had thought through everything.
Wang Hao was startled for a moment, and then laughed out loud. "Hahaha! "I was not wrong about you. I hope that you weren't wrong at all!"
It was clear that Wang Hao was very satisfied with the changes that had occurred in the Elder Jiang, and as a result, gave him enough respect.
"Young Master Wang, your hall is right inside!"
While they were conversing, Elder Jiang had already brought Wang Hao to the third floor. Elder Jiang opened a lock of the prison door and signaled Wang Hao to open it while he himself retreated to the side.
According to rumors, Wang Hao and Ling Qingxue had never met. The mother and son had been separated for fourteen years.
Looking at the prison cell in front of him, for a moment, Wang Hao felt a little uneasy. After all, she was only his mother and not him, his real mother.
Wang Hao really didn't know how to play the role of a son, especially after separating for fourteen years, how to release such feelings?
But for Ling Qingxue, her son was already long dead.
Wang Hao's mind immediately thought of many things, and he slowly walked towards the prison cell, subconsciously releasing his senses, wanting to first investigate Ling Qingxue's situation.
"Hmm?"
As his perception enveloped the prison cell, Wang Hao's expression immediately changed. Taking a step forward, he pushed open the door and entered.
A woman with long hair dressed in plain clothes was lying on the bed. She was unconscious and blood was still trickling down from the corner of her mouth.
Wang Hao's strangeness caused Elder Jiang to become suspicious, he unavoidably stood at the door, wanting to find out what was inside, and when he saw it clearly, he was immediately shocked, and anxiously explained: "Young Master Wang, please listen to this old one's explanation."
"Elder Jiang, don't worry, this is not your fault!" Wang Hao raised his hand to interrupt Elder Jiang, and said indifferently: "I was careless. I should have come to save her the first thing."
"Young Master Wang, what is your hall?" The Elder Jiang heaved a sigh of relief, but for a moment, he did not understand why Ling Qingxue would act like this, as she was heavily injured and unconscious.
"If I didn't guess, then it should be because she's in the critical moment of Core Formation in seclusion. As a result, we caused too much of a ruckus outside and disturbed her, causing her to go berserk and suffer a backlash from true essence." Wang Hao's expression was solemn as he explained, and went up to take a look.
After checking, it was indeed like that.
"Young Master Wang, is there anything this old one can help you with? This old one has some medicinal pills, I wonder if it'll be effective? " When the Elder Jiang heard that his cultivation went berserk, he panicked and hastily handed over a few bottles of pills.
If Ling Qingxue died, the Elder Jiang did not dare imagine what Wang Hao would do to him.
Wang Hao did not stay polite and accepted the pill. Seeing that the Elder Jiang was panicking, he said: "You do not need to do this, although she is heavily injured, I have a way to treat her. Thank you for the pill, you can leave first!"
"It's good that you can treat him, it's good that you can. This old man will be going now!" As if releasing a heavy burden, the Elder Jiang swiftly withdrew from the prison and closed the door behind him.
"Hey, how should we meet?" Wang Hao looked at the unconscious Ling Qingxue and could not help but shake her head and smile bitterly.
Ling Qingxue was around thirty-nine years old, her cultivation had already reached the peak of the Origin Condensation Realm, and staying in this underground prison for fourteen years didn't seem to have much of an impact on her. She didn't even look thirty years old on the outside, and her face was pretty good.
In terms of looks, she could get a score of nine. No wonder she was the number one beauty in Lingyun City back then.
The Jindan he was about to condense, was about to shatter, his True Essence would lose control, and rampaging through his body, had nearly ruptured all twelve of his main veins, and even his Dantian, Qi Sea, would soon become a cripple. If he was not treated in time, or perhaps not, even if he managed to survive, he would still be a cripple.
It could be said that right now, Ling Qingxue's meridians were all broken, and her cultivation was on the verge of collapse.
Fortunately, Wang Hao possessed the China Divine Arts, so no matter if it was the Nine Heavens Qigong, or the Altering Muscle Meridian, they were all extremely suitable for treating Qi deviation injuries. Otherwise, with Wang Hao's current cultivation, he would not be able to save Ling Qingxue.
The effects of the pills given by the Elder Jiang were similar to that of the Break Healing Pill and the Pei-Yuan Pill given to Han Xiao Peng previously.
Using his Divine Arts, Wang Hao lifted Ling Qingxue up by the air and swallowed the pill. Then, he helped her refine the medicinal power and repair her meridians.
After the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
Pfft!
Ling Qingxue who was lying down in mid air suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which dyed her clothes red, and she gradually woke up.
Seeing that, Wang Hao slowly let it go. Right now, Ling Qingxue's life was no longer in danger, and her meridians were almost fully recovered. Other than temporarily not having any Innate Qi or strength, her other injuries were not serious.
"Cough cough, thank you for saving me, who are you? I don't think I've seen you before? " Ling Qingxue's bloodless lips moved, her voice was gentle, making people feel comfortable listening to her.
"I am." Wang Hao wanted to explain his identity, but after some thought, he realized that he couldn't get too excited about Ling Qingxue's current condition, so he said: "Let's not talk about who I am, you had a Qigong deviation at the most critical moment of your Core Formation, and your injuries are severe. I just helped you restore your meridians, and now I'll help you recover your true qi.
A trace of doubt flashed through Ling Qingxue's eyes, but she did not ask further, and only replied weakly: "Many thanks!"
Compared to repairing his meridians, helping Ling Qingxue to recover his Zhen Qi was much more relaxed and carefree. If not for the fact that she was worried that Ling Qingxue's meridians had just been repaired and were still extremely weak, she would have been able to recover all of his Zhen Qi to the peak of the Innate within ten breaths.
In the end, about half an incense's time, Ling Qingxue's Innate Qi had more or less recovered back to her Xiantian seventh stage, his strength had also recovered quite a bit, and her face had become much redder.
"It's okay, thank you. I'm fine now. I can slowly recover on my own!" Ling Qingxue laughed softly, looking at Wang Hao with a puzzled expression.
Who is this kid?
Even though he looked young, why was his zhenqi so thick?
And why was he here?
Why did he have to save himself?
Since Misty Rain House did not tell Ling Qingxue of her existence, no matter what, Ling Qingxue would never have imagined that the person in front of him would be her son.
Putting everything else aside, their ages didn't match.
Looking at Wang Hao's current appearance, even though he was young, he should be at least seventeen or eighteen years old.