Chapter 21: Time to Take Medicine

Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Time to Take Medicine

Editor: Larbre Studio

Lin Qian burst into an extreme speed, causing the air around him to explode as if he had whipped up a whirlwind, and in an instant, he passed through the long steps leading to the mountain.

Following the long steps up the mountain to the summit, one would see the internal scenery of the Wanxiang Sect, where countless flying corridors connected the continuous mountain ranges.

Lin Qian, familiar with navigating these flying corridors, crossed one mountain peak after another, finally reaching a mountain with few buildings.

Maoqing Mountain, this was the peak where Lin Qian and his master resided, with only the two of them living there.

At the top of the mountain, a wide mansion covered the summit. Lin Qian rushed inside, heading directly to the bedroom in the back courtyard.

The door opened, and the two people inside both looked over at him.

Lin Qian hurried to the bedside. Sitting on the bed was a middle-aged man with a pale, bloodless face and a head of silver-white hair that didn’t match his appearance at all.

“Master, what’s the situation now?” Lin Qian knelt by the bed and anxiously asked the man.

The middle-aged man with silver hair, looking at Lin Qian’s eager expression, reached out and patted his shoulder, “This poison has penetrated deep into the lungs and bones. I fear I won’t see the day you successfully undergo rebirth.”

The silver-haired man’s tone was indifferent, with a smile on his face, as if he didn’t mind his impending death.

The man on the bed was none other than Lin Qian’s master, the War Emperor Wei Wushuang of the Wanxiang Sect!

Once a peerless genius of the Wanxiang Twins, he left the Coastal State at eighteen, returning thirty years later to dominate the Coastal State, undefeated.

Yet, two years later, Wei Wushuang mysteriously disappeared after leaving the Wanxiang Sect, until five years later, just a year ago, he returned with Lin Qian.

However, outsiders did not know that the former War Emperor Wei Wushuang was already at death’s door, with one foot in the grave.

“Junior brother, from now on, I’ll leave Lin Qian in your care.” Wei Wushuang, sitting on the bed, spoke to someone beside him.

This person, wearing a simple white robe, with a small mustache and sharp, authoritative eyes, looked at Wei Wushuang with great respect.

Qin Wushuang, the other of the former Wanxiang Twins, was now the Sect Master of the Wanxiang Sect and Wei Wushuang’s junior brother.

The two shared an extremely deep bond, expending their own cultivation daily to transfer soul power to Wei Wushuang to extend his life.

“Senior brother, we renamed ourselves and swore brotherhood, I won’t let you die!” Qin Wushuang said stubbornly, furrowing his brow.

“Ah, you stubborn fellow.” Wei Wushuang, knowing his junior brother’s temperament well, shook his head helplessly, “As Sect Master, there is much for you to handle. You should go; Lin Qian is here to care for me. Don’t worry.”

Under his senior brother’s gaze, Qin Wushuang could only nod. Before leaving, he patted Lin Qian’s shoulder, “Take good care of your master.”

After Qin Wushuang left, Wei Wushuang looked at Lin Qian, “Since we met on Prison Island, it’s been four years now, right?”

Lin Qian listened, nodding silently, holding Wei Wushuang’s hand, letting his soul power gently ripple over him.

Regarding his disciple’s actions, Wei Wushuang merely gave a bitter smile and did not stop him.

“I was poisoned, lost my soul power, and was framed and imprisoned. You, too, were swapped and framed when leaving the city. We truly are fated.”

The swap and frame Wei Wushuang mentioned was the cause of Lin Qian’s disappearance back then.

To the north of Bashan City was a giant city under the jurisdiction of the Wanxiang Sect. There, a young master from a family violated city regulations.

Lin Qian, intending to take a break from Bashan City and gaze at its scenery from afar, was captured because he resembled that young master and was imprisoned on Prison Island.

A secluded island in a lake, imprisoning many vicious criminals.

There were no rules on the island; the guards only needed to ensure prisoners didn’t escape.

Food was scarce on Prison Island, and many vicious prisoners even resorted to eating human flesh.

A delicate-skinned twelve-year-old boy like Lin Qian was naturally a tasty morsel to these ruthless prisoners.

At that time, it was Wei Wushuang, also swapped and imprisoned, who saved him.

With poison sapping his soul power and weakening his limbs, Wei Wushuang couldn’t use soul power. Yet as a War Emperor, the soul martial artists guarding the island couldn’t rival him. Why fear these prisoners?

Later, Lin Qian linked with the Sky Trace connected to the Huaxia Empire, began cultivation, and obtained recovery and healing potions, giving Wei Wushuang the strength to escape from Prison Island over a year ago.

Reborn into this world, Lin Qian had parents to shield him, a future father-in-law who loved him, and a childhood sweetheart for a fiancée.

Life had always been lovely.

Until the Prison Island incident, where he was captured and framed, witnessing prisoners consume human flesh firsthand.

Lin Qian understood that only with power could he live well in this world.

Later, Lin Qian came to know that his master, Wei Wushuang, had long left the Coastal State, roaming a much broader world.

But because of a lethal poison, he returned home, finally unable to suppress it, only to succumb to it on Prison Island.

With Lin Qian’s healing potions and his junior brother Qin Wushuang’s soul power prolonging his life, Wei Wushuang had lasted another year.

Now, he couldn’t hold out any longer.

“To have a disciple like you before dying, I can die without regret.” Wei Wushuang looked at the silent Lin Qian, comforting him, “This is my fate, don’t be sad.”

Lin Qian, looking down, slowly raised his head. What surprised Wei Wushuang was that there wasn’t a trace of sadness on his face, but rather an indifferent expression.

Wei Wushuang clearly knew this disciple, a person who valued emotions deeply. How could he be indifferent to his master’s life and death?

“Master, I’ll step out for a bit.” Lin Qian withdrew the soul power rippling over Wei Wushuang, spoke briefly, and turned to leave the room.

Watching Lin Qian’s departing figure, Wei Wushuang gently cursed with a smile, “This brat, I’m nearly dying, and he won’t stay with me a bit longer.”

After speaking, Wei Wushuang slowly lay down, blankly staring at the ceiling, “Dying like this, I truly feel a bit unwilling.”

Exiting the room, standing in the courtyard, Lin Qian saw a menu interface appear before him, revealing a window only he could see, showing Zhuge Ming’s upper body, reminiscent of a video chat from his past life.

“Your Majesty, the healing plan for the Imperial Mentor has been outlined…” In the Huaxia Empire, in the service residence of Zhuge Ming of the Heavenly Art Department, the tactical mirror projected the screen of his soul power behind him.

To an outsider, Lin Qian might look absurdly nodding to himself.

In fact, Lin Qian was listening to Zhuge Ming’s research report.

Bang!

Inside the room, the originally weary Wei Wushuang, about to drift into sleep, was awakened by the sound of the door being slammed open.

Following this, as Wei Wushuang propped himself up, he was stunned to see Lin Qian entering with a load of transparent bottles and jars.

Inside, vibrant colored potions churned!

“Master, wake up, wake up, it’s time to take your medicine.”

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