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"You don\'t need to hide it from me. My meridians and sea of Qi are disappearing. I can sense it." Ling Yichen said indifferently.

"Yichen, how did you get injured?" Ling Chuxi knew that she could not hide anything from Ling Yichen, so she did not argue and asked anxiously.

"Mixiu should have told you everything. I don\'t know who the other party is either. I was injured by the other party\'s spirit tool in the chaotic space. I don\'t know anything else. I didn\'t even see what spirit tool it was." Ling Yichen said.

Ling Chuxi\'s face was solemn. If she did not even know what kind of spiritual weapon it was, how could she prescribe the right medicine to cure Ling Yichen?

"Chuxi, I know you\'re doing this for my own good, but you know your own injuries best. Don\'t waste any more time on me and focus on your cultivation." Ling Yichen said.

Ling Chuxi only looked at Ling Yichen with a burning gaze and did not say anything.

Ling Yichen smiled bitterly. From Ling Chuxi\'s eyes, he could see the determination to never give up.

If it were him, facing the injured Chuxi, no matter how serious her injuries were, he would never give up. It was not just Chuxi. If it were any other companion, he would not give up. This was Ling Chuxi\'s belief, and also his belief.

"Yichen, take these Vitality Pills first and recuperate. I\'ll be leaving first." After saying that, Ling Chuxi left the small courtyard.

A sense of powerlessness that she had never felt before rose in her heart. Her best friend was hurt to this extent, but she was powerless to change the situation. She only felt that her heart was blocked.

If she stayed any longer, she was afraid that she would cry out loud on the spot.

"Yes, don\'t worry about me. I\'ll take care of myself." Ling Yichen had a calm smile on his face.

Seeing his smile, Ling Chuxi\'s heart felt even more stifled and flustered. She left the small courtyard as if she was escaping.

Once she was outside the door, Ling Chuxi\'s tears could not be held back and rolled down her face.

"Chuxi," he said. Seeing Ling Chuxi\'s tear-streaked face, even with Huangfu qingjue\'s determined heart, his voice was a little low and hoarse.

"If he didn\'t save me, Yichen wouldn\'t be like this today. No matter what price I have to pay, I must find a way to save him." Ling Chuxi clenched her fists tightly and said firmly.

Huangfu qingjue looked deeply at Ling Chuxi, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. It was as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he held back.

"Let\'s go, we\'ll head back first. I need to figure out the recipe for the spirit Recovery pill as soon as possible to recover my divine sense. " Ling Chuxi said to Huangfu qingjue, not willing to delay any further.

Huangfu qingjue rode on his flying sword and brought Ling Chuxi directly to the fragrant little house. In such a large city, in order to avoid dissatisfaction from other experts and causing unnecessary disputes, ordinary cultivators would not easily use the sword control technique. However, knowing that Ling Chuxi was in a hurry, Huangfu qingjue could not care so much.

Fortunately, the myriad elixir banquet was about to begin, and cultivators had gathered in Xiuzhou city. Occasionally, there would be people who were far away and were afraid of missing the time, so they could only fly over on their swords. Therefore, the two of them did not cause any misunderstandings.