Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1290
Chapter 1290: Chapter 1277: Saving people to the end, could you help apply some medicine? _1 Chapter 1290: Chapter 1277: Saving people to the end, could you help apply some medicine? _1 “Chi la la!”
Evilbane was an ancient divine sword, its sharp blade incomparable to ordinary weapons.
As the blade and the sharp teeth rubbed against each other, they spewed out an eye-catching spark.
Failing to bite the long sword in one bite, the Explosive Ape was clearly stunned, and its rushing motion was halted.
The opportunity was fleeting.
Mu Fan immediately twisted his wrist, and the Evilbane Sword radiated a cold light, cutting off the two protruding sharp teeth of the Explosive Ape and piercing its throat with the sharp tip of the sword.
“Ah.”
The Explosive Ape let out a miserable howl. Under the severe pain, its steps became unstable, and it tumbled headfirst down the cliff.
“Let's go.”
The intense fight on the cliff had attracted a lot of attention, and people flocked from all directions.
Mu Fan didn't want any more trouble, so he pulled the young man and ran into the nearby dense forest, disappearing into the rarely trodden deep mountain valleys.
*
Half a Shichen later, the two ran all the way back to the cave where they had healed their wounds the night before.
Mu Fan took out the spiritual medicine for healing from the Storage Ring and handed it to the young man, then chose a clean place, sat cross-legged, and began to recover his mana.
“Hiss.”
The young man's right shoulder had been gashed by the sharp claws of the Explosive Ape, the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.
There were several obvious scratches on his back, with flesh and blood spilling out, and blood seeping through.
Enduring the tearing pain, he tore off his shirt, wanting to apply the medicine.
But the pain in his right arm was too much, and he couldn't see or reach the wounds on his back. His cold sweat mingled with pain and urgency.
“Cough, cough, Senior Brother Mu, since you've saved my life, could you help me apply the medicine?”
Seeing Mu Fan closing his eyes in meditation without any intention of helping, the young man gave a bitter smile and raised the corner of his mouth.
His weak voice was low and gentle as it overflowed from the corner of his lips, containing a hint of hopefulness.
“You know me?”
Mu Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his cold and icy pupils filled with curiosity and scrutiny.
“Cough, cough…”
The young man weakly covered his chest and coughed, forcibly pulling a self-deprecating smile onto his face.
“Senior Brother Mu is a direct disciple of Patriarch Xiayao of the Tranquil Sect, and is well-known. Qing Yuan, accompanied by disciples from the Kunlun Sect, once had the honor of meeting Senior Brother Mu while visiting the Tranquil Sect to exchange martial arts.”
“It's just that Qing Yuan's mana is weak and was eliminated in the first few rounds of competition, so Senior Brother Mu may not remember having such a disgraceful disciple from the Kunlun Sect.”
**
Kunlun Sect? An exchange?
Mu Fan furrowed his eyebrows, his thoughts momentarily unclear.
Elite disciples from various immortal sects would hold exchanges every year where they compete in martial arts.
Those exceptional top disciples would be listed in the Hidden Dragon Ranking of the Immortal Sect.
Every disciple among the top ten ranks had extraordinary talent and powerful martial arts skills.
Whenever they appeared, their outstanding reputation preceded them and they were highly respected.
Mu Fan was aloof by nature and intensely devoted to cultivation, uninterested in fame or wealth. He had never deliberately exchanged blows with anyone or challenged any ranking.
So at this moment, he didn't have much impression of the competition that the youngster mentioned.
“Cough, cough.”
The faint cough brought him back to his thoughts. The young man covered his chest with a weak hand, his face pale, and his clear eyes filled with sadness as he looked at Mu Fan.
“Sigh.”
Mu Fan sighed, no longer questioning the young man's origin, and stood up to help him.
A stream of delicate and sweet fragrance rushed into his nose, inducing a train of thoughts.
Mu Fan's eyes flashed, his hand that was about to reach the young man's shoulder paused, and he instinctively glanced at his front.
The young man's skin was as white as snow, his long slender neck slightly lowered, and the intense pain caused his breathing to become rapid and shallow.
The front of his body was flat, without any abnormalities.
Mu Fan's eyes flickered, silently withdrawing his gaze, setting aside his doubts, and helping the young man treat his wounds.
Chapter end
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