A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Once everyone had left the territory, Meng Jiangchu flashed to Li Guanqi’s side. He reached out and caught him as he swayed, worry plain in his eyes.

Meng Wanshu’s anxiety only deepened, tears welling up.

“Go,” Meng Jiangchu said to Li Changqing. “Prepare some pills and a medicinal bath.”

The old man nodded and cast a long look at Li Guanqi, who was covered in blood. Satisfaction flickered in his gaze. Today, Li Guanqi had proven to everyone that he was worthy of becoming Meng Wanshu’s Dao companion. Anyone who’d harbored doubts would surely put them aside. Even Li Changqing had to give him a mental thumbs-up. Too fierce.

One against ten, all of them at the Illusory Refinement Realm. Even though only Wei An and Zhang Jin were at the mid Illusory Refinement Realm, such a record was terrifying even across all six territories. Even outside, who would dare claim they could fight ten opponents of the same realm alone?

Light flashed beneath Li Changqing’s feet as he vanished. He quite liked Li Guanqi.

Meng Jiangchu saw Meng Wanshu’s tearful face and spoke with a pained expression. “It’s fine, it’s fine, my precious daughter. He’s just injured, not dead. Don’t cry.”

Meng Wanshu clutched Li Guanqi’s hand. “But he’s hurt this badly because of me... If he hadn’t come back with me, he wouldn’t have been injured.”

Meng Jiangchu felt his irritation flare when his daughter spoke up for Li Guanqi again. The arm supporting Li Guanqi loosened; he simply grabbed him with one hand and flew toward the back mountain.

“Hey! Dad! What are you doing? He’s still injured!”

“He’ll be fine,” Meng Jiangchu replied. “He won’t die.”

Li Guanqi’s favor lasted less than the time it took to burn an incense stick.

Ye Feng could not help but smile. He actually had a good impression of this lofty Territory Lord. Beside him, Xiao Chen’s expression kept shifting. Ye Feng noticed. “What are you thinking about?”

Xiao Chen rubbed his chin. “Old Ye, that fight just now. Does it seem to you like he held back when sparring with us?”

Ye Feng gave him a strange look. “You didn’t actually think he went all out against us, did you?”

Xiao Chen froze, staring at Ye Feng in disbelief. “He didn’t?”

Ye Feng shrugged, hands in his pockets. “He definitely didn’t.”

He glanced at the shattered martial arena and clicked his tongue. “Even in this fight... I still think he was holding back.”

Xiao Chen’s voice rose several pitches. He pointed at the arena in horror. “He still wasn’t going all out? You’re not messing with me, are you?”

Ye Feng rolled his eyes. “Believe what you want. Boss almost never reveals all his trump cards in front of others.”

Xiao Chen’s expression changed slightly. He followed behind Ye Feng, lost in thought.

***

Li Guanqi’s injuries were severe, but they were mostly external. He had several ruptured meridians, but that was all.

Meng Jiangchu was the typical example of someone with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Though he complained, he didn’t hesitate to take out level-six pills. Even the medicinal bath, glowing with faint light, made Xiao Chen feel envious.

“Wait, wait,” Xiao Chen said. “Isn’t using this stuff for such a big bath a waste?”

Meanwhile, Ye Feng took out a massive black iron pot from his storage ring and set it down.

Meng Jiangchu glanced at it with mild surprise. It looked like an ordinary iron cooking pot used by mortals, yet he keenly sensed something mysterious about it. His eyes lit up. “This pot is not simple. Its quality is already close to half-step into the level of a spirit treasure.”

He looked at Ye Feng, then poured all the dark green medicinal liquid into the iron pot.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, then seemed to remember something. “Um... Senior Li, sister-in-law, could you step outside for a moment?”

Though puzzled, the two said nothing and left. As soon as they were gone, Ye Feng leaned close to the unconscious Li Guanqi and sent a voice transmission. “Big radish, come out and take a bath.”

Immediately after, a shrill cry rang out. “A-Da!”

Whoosh!

Ye Feng leaned back slightly as a big white radish flashed past his face.

Peng Luo flew forward with a kick, utterly confident in the strike, yet he sailed straight past Ye Feng.

Ye Feng’s hand moved like lightning. Without a word, he grabbed Peng Luo as he flew past and tossed him straight into the pot.

By the time Peng Luo reacted, he was already inside the medicinal bath.

Ye Feng had already produced a large pot lid. He slammed it down and shouted to Xiao Chen, “Why are you just standing there? Help me hold this down!”

Clang! Clang! Bang! Bang!

“Ye Feng, you bastard! I’m going to kill you! Let me out!”

The lid rattled violently. Even with Ye Feng pressing it down, he was being pushed upward.

Xiao Chen stared at the scene in shock and pointed at the pot. “This... you’re stewing Li Guanqi with the radish?”

Admiration crept onto Xiao Chen’s face. He clicked his tongue, gave a thumbs-up, and looked full of respect. Then he pounced over as well, grinning broadly.

Li Guanqi was already an Illusory Refinement Realm expert. There was no way he would suffocate.

Inside the huge pot, Peng Luo cursed Ye Feng furiously. But after shouting for a while and noticing the formation runes lighting up on the pot and lid, he realized there was no point. He lay back in the medicinal bath, kicking his legs and swimming around while he cursed.

He even snapped off his own fingers and tossed them into the pot one by one. Li Guanqi was badly injured, so this was a good chance to earn some merit.

Nine Heavens was coiled around Li Guanqi’s wrist, constantly absorbing the power within the medicinal liquid. Peng Luo was doing the same.

Seeing that nothing was happening, the two on top of the lid exchanged looks.

“Uh... Xiao Feng, why is there no movement? Could they have suffocated?”

Ye Feng felt uncertain too. “That shouldn’t be possible, right? That big radish is a tier-six spirit creature after all.”

As he spoke, he cautiously lifted one edge of the lid.

Bang!

A white fist filled his vision and smashed straight into his eye. “You little bastard, you opened it! I’ll kill you!”

Xiao Chen slammed the lid back down as Peng Luo spat wildly toward the outside. “Peh! Shameless scum.”