Chapter 121: Never Come Again!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Lao Mei, come quickly!" Fang Mofei was terrified, almost losing his usual calm demeanor.
Lao Mei was distraught as well, dashing over with hurried steps and almost fainting the moment he saw the morbid scene. He was overwrought as frantically issued orders. "Send young master into his room first, place him down carefully, I will go look for medicinal pills. Remember to stabilize young master’s pulse with mystical Qi – remember to stabilize it no matter what! Medicinal pills, where did I put the medicinal pills god damn it; oh right, check with mystical Qi to see if there are any blood clots that he hasn't spat out yet, if there are, try to force them out. If not, then you…"
Lao Mei rushed away as he shouted, knocking a large hole out of the wall in his room before the noise of nervous rummaging came about.
It was unbelievable that he actually did not pause in his long rant, not even taking a breather in between.
It was Fang Mofei who had almost suffocated listening to him instead.
Slowly, his mental state began to strengthen as he kept a grip on his calm and sent Yun Yang to his bed.
…
When Yun Yang regained consciousness, he felt as if his bones had been broken into pieces; billions of sharp needles seemed to be poking and piercing his brain.
The pain was thorough and continuous; it was such extreme agony he felt being dead was better than being alive.
Even his subconscious and soul seemed to have been ripped into thousands of pieces; he was still dizzy when he awoke. He could not form any thoughts, everything was blurry and incoherent…
The situation took only a slightly better turn when night came.
The billions of needles were still poking his brain. His eyelids did not seem like his own as he could not even blink; what was more, it was somehow terribly difficult to perform small movements like twitching his finger.
Yun Yang was still in a trance at this stage. He could vaguely sense as if he had drunk something or his mouth had been pried open to put in some kind of medicinal pill.
Then Yun Yang fell into a deep slumber again.
Just this short period of being conscious had taken all of his energy but he still could not open his eyes.
He felt heavy as if his soul was floating around the clouds. There seemed to be an illuminated path in front of him. Subconsciously, he placed his foot on it and started walking.
There were a few people in front who were walking forward while talking among themselves.
Yun Yang could recognize them right away.
The silhouettes were tall and lean, their stroll leisurely and exuded and inexplicable sense ease and carefreeness.
"Big brother! Second brother! Fourth brother!"
Yun Yang felt his chest bursting with emotions once the thought registered as he quickened his pace to give chase.
They turned together, surprise written on their handsome faces. "Ol’ninth? Why are you here?"
Yun Yang was crying with joy. "This is wonderful! I thought I’d never see all of you again…"
These people in front of him were not wearing the Nine Supremes’ masks but Yun Yang did not feel estranged at all looking at them. He could accurately tell who was Supreme Earth, who was Supreme Water, who was…
It was a familiarity of having known each other for what seemed like billions of years!
It was a sense of familiarity and trust that came from within the heart and seeped deep into the bones.
"Where are eighth brother and the rest?" Yun Yang asked happily.
Supreme Earth, who was the leader, did not answer but frowned at Yun Yang. "Ol’ninth, why are you here?"
"Why am I here?" Yun Yang was taken aback by the question. "Why can’t I be here?"
He suddenly remembered then. "I know who killed us, I also know…"
Supreme Earth’s eyes widened. "You know? Have you avenged us?"
"I…"
At his hesitation, the brothers began to level their ire at him, "Since this grudge has yet to be avenged and the country is still facing enemies from all sides, how could you, a critical pillar of support, actually come here? You are all they have left, what do you wish to do here?"
The men sent playful kicks his way as Supreme Earth hollered, "Roll your way back! Never come back again!"
Yun Yang felt himself being kicked into the air, flying backward as his surroundings became a blur.
The scenery in front of his eyes began to fade, Supreme Earth and the other brothers were slowly enveloped in a layer of mist.
"No! I don’t want to go back! I don’t want to!"
Yun Yang shouted, "I want to stay! How could you all abandon me? I don’t have anything else and you have left me behind! I don’t want to be separated from all of you…"
Yun Yang opened his eyes abruptly.
The moment he regained consciousness, he registered endless pain coming towards him in waves, one higher than the other. He could not help but grunt, sweating profusely.
"Boss, boss…" A voice called out by his ear magically.
It took Yun Yang a lot of effort but he could see a blurry image in front of him looking back.
It was another long moment before he realized that Dong Tianleng was actually the owner of this face.
Yun Yang held in the agonizing throbbing in his head and forcefully controlled the muscles of his face to give a wan smile.
He then closed his eyes again.
Despite the pain and discomfort, he was awake. The clarity of his thoughts returned, he was no longer in the misty trance.
However, it hurt, even more, being awake. The pain did not stop at the physical level but it was a much more agonizing pain that came from his heart and sunk right into his soul!
The faces of Supreme Earth and the other brothers were clear before his eyes, the laughter and chiding seemed to echo in his ears; he could still distinctly feel the loving kick in his stomach.
"Roll your way back! Never come back again!"
Yun Yang turned his head, shutting his eyes tightly.
A voice came from his side.
"Boss, you’re finally awake. I've been hanging onto the cliff's edge by the nails these three days, I'm so exhausted!" It was Dong Tianleng who was speaking, "He’s passed the gate of hell, hasn’t he? How could this be, why did he suddenly get so ill?"
Fang Mofei spoke next, "We don’t know either. We heard a loud cry from the young master the other day and found him like this. Something probably went wrong in his cultivation…"
"I’ve brought a few recovery medicinal pills anyway, feed him all of it…" Dong Tian Leng's voice was relieved. "If these don't help, I don't know what can!"
"Thank you for helping in the time of need, Young Master Dong."
"Don’t mention it, this is my lord! You fellows won’t understand the relationship of us brothers. Forget these pills, even if boss wanted my wife…"
"Cough, cough…"
However tired Yun Yang was, the corners of his lips could not help but twitch with mirth.
This cheap ass!
He then fainted again. This time, the Endless Divine Art finally kicked in and began the process of self-healing.
When Yun Yang woke up again, it was already nightfall.
Dreariness spread within him as the lone lantern shone weakly, illuminating the endlessly dark night.
Yun Yang’s abdomen was warm – three Eclipse Panthers and a Lightning Cat had curled up obediently against him, trying to pass their warmth to their critically wounded master.
When Yun Yang woke up, the first thing he realized was a tiny paw cautiously pulling at his eyelid. When Yun Yang opened his eyes abruptly, the tiny paw was obviously startled as the paw swung down in a scratching motion by instinct. Luckily it stopped in time and halted right in front of Yun Yang’s eyes.
His face had almost been disfigured.
What followed was a delighted meow.
Four snow-white heads stretched their necks to look over.
When they were certain that Yun Yang had really opened his eyes, they mewled together and sprung up simultaneously, doing somersaults in the air. Their tails swished around in joy as they expressed their happiness however they could as if the emotion was going to consume them.
One of them had even shot out of the door.
Soon, he saw Fang Mofei walking in with his hair being painfully tugged by the Eclipse Panther that had left as he begged for mercy, "Okay, my young lord, here I come… Don’t pull anymore! Stop that! My hair’s falling off! Young master, are you awake?"
Yun Yang smiled as he blinked slowly.
He could clearly feel himself getting better, the searing pain had been reduced by half. Although he was still in agony, he no longer needed to escape it by losing consciousness again. The Endless Divine Art was operating in him as his dantian had begun working as well.
Yun Yang could also feel Emmie being unusually weak in his subconscious. It was extremely slow in retracting its tendrils and curling them up, its leaves flopping down as it absorbed the energy to nourish itself instead.
It was obvious that Emmie was his biggest savior in his efforts to recuperate. However, Emmie had fully expended itself as its basic Qi was greatly damaged.
Fang Mofei hoisted Yun Yang up and carefully passed a bowl of medicinal paste over. "This was concocted from the five hundred-year-old blood lingzhi mushroom that Qiu Yunsan sent over this morning and the royal spiritual juice that Chun Wanfeng provided. Young master, drink it quicky. It is of utmost importance that we nourish your basic Qi right now."
Yun Yang swallowed the medicine in small gulps.
Once the medicinal paste was ingested, he felt a surge of spiritual energy flowing through his entire body. The feeble energy in his dantian increased in its wake too. Slowly, the numbness engulfing his limbs vanished.
He was in a better state at almost immediately.
Closing his eyes, he said softly, "This medicine has extraordinary effects. I am beginning to feel better already."
Even his speech was much clearer.
Fang Mofei was delighted as he said, "Great, this is wonderful! I shall go inform Lao Mei now. He has almost worked himself to death these past few days."
He then left in a hurry.
Yun Yang shut his eyes as he laid down quietly, with a troubled heart.
This sudden injury of his had caused him to be in debt to so many parties. Just the four noble young masters alone had probably taken out their well-kept gems.
One could see the larger picture by looking at the small hints; the five hundred-year-old blood lingzhi mushroom and the royal spiritual juice were already extremely rare.
It was not impossible to find a five hundred-year-old lingzhi mushroom, but to get a blood lingzhi mushroom… Even to find one that was a hundred years old was a miracle in itself.
As for the royal spiritual juice, it was an even better medicine of magical potency.
In addition to Dong Tianleng’s medicinal pills earlier, these were probably life-saving items the four noble families had given the young masters in case of emergencies.
Furthermore, his injury this time had also fully proven Fang Mofei and Lao Mei’s reliability!