Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 212: Repaying a Favor with Life

"You are so brave, you dare to go deep into the heart of my Iron Fan Sect. Are you really bullying me because there is no one in my sect and I can't deal with your immortal body?"

Du Fang hurriedly said: "That's not what I meant..."

"What do you mean? You chopped off my arm, stabbed me to the point of crippling me, and now you're forcing me to heal your wounds? Is there anything so ridiculous in the world?"

Du Fang suddenly raised his head and stared at Yu Qinghan:

"Brother Yu, you treat me, Du Fang, as your friend. You risked your life for me. I entrusted the boat girl, Qing He, into your hands because I believed you were my friend. True friendships are based on mutual understanding. Lingxiao disciples are definitely not ungrateful. I just want to say that what happened last night was not my original intention, but a spirit that possessed me. That murderous spirit was not your friend, Du Fang!"

Having said that, Du Fang suddenly pulled back, drew out the long sword on his back, slashed it in a circle, blocked Yu Qinghan outside, mobilized his immortal blood and energy, and stabbed his own chest with a backhanded sword.

Du Fang's forehead was covered in sweat. "Today, I, Du Fang, will return your sword and arm to repay you for standing up for justice and saving my life with the yellow flower in the valley!"

He was a man of strong character and could not stand humiliation. After saying this, he slashed at his right arm with a sword.

Yu Qinghan thought he was acting and sneered, "You...don't..."

When the long sword in Du Fang's hand fell, Yu Qinghan and Bai Zhi shouted at the same time: "No!" Yu Qinghan stretched out his hand, but Bai Zhi pounced on him and hugged Du Fang directly.

This sword was too fast and too decisive.

Du Fang was a man of strong character. He just wanted to repay the debt of favor and part ways with Bai Zhi. No one expected that at this moment, Bai Zhi would throw herself into his arms and use her body to block the sword.

The long sword entered his body and pierced Bai Zhi directly.

Yu Qinghan trembled and said, "Ms. Bai... Miss Bai..."

Du Fang suddenly felt that at that moment, the sky and the earth had turned dark. His body and hands were shaking, and he felt weak and powerless all over.

The long sword in his hand fell on the steel floor with a clang.

A huge wave of grief suddenly hit him, and he had no strength left in his body. He knelt dejectedly on the ground, looking at the bright red blood gurgling out of the corner of his mouth.

Du Fang felt as if the sky had fallen down. Black stars flashed before his eyes, and his lips trembled as he uttered a few indistinct words:

"Sister...you...why are you so stupid!"

Bai Zhi's face was sad as she crawled into his arms. "You...you are Lingxiao's last disciple. Master, the master has placed great trust in you. For the revival of Lingxiao and the rise of the sword sect, there must not be a single drop of damage..."

A sad smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"But I'm different. I'm a cripple and can't help you. I can only use this crippled body to help you repay this favor!"

Her face was filled with sorrow and resentment. She raised her head with great effort and looked at Yu Qinghan:

"Young... Young Master, can this worthless life be exchanged for an arm?"

Yu Qinghan bit her lip tightly and whispered, "Miss Bai, you don't have to be like this... I don't mean to blame Brother Du. I didn't expect him to be so sudden and arrogant..."

Bai Zhi forced a sad smile, "That's good..." and finally slowly closed her eyes.

"Save...save...my senior sister..."

Du Fang's throat was suddenly blocked by a huge grief and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

His mind went blank for a moment. The joy of reunion and the sorrow of loss filled his entire chest. Fortunately, Yu Qinghan saw the opportunity quickly.

Five purple auras emerged from his left hand and pressed directly on Baizhi's wound. A rich golden aura was directly poured into Baizhi's chest.

Bai Zhi's face, which was originally covered with death, gradually regained its whiteness.

This golden aura held Bai Zhi's breath.

Yu Qinghan pressed the button for a while. Du Fang stared at him nervously and said in a trembling voice, "Alive...alive...not dead yet..."

Yu Qinghan shook his head and said:

"It's still uncertain, this sword pierced too deep!"

Du Fang suddenly reached out and slapped himself hard in the face, leaving a bloody palm print on his face.

"Brother Du, you don't have to blame yourself so much!"

"Do you still consider me a friend?"

Yu Qinghan sighed softly: "It's all fate. This is what I was destined to suffer."

He closed his eyes. At this moment, Du Fang was surprised to find that a pale yellow flower emerged from his chest, emitting a divine light.

Yu Qinghan blew a breath, piercing the blood and essence in his heart, and dropped it on the little yellow flower.

"What is this...?" Du Fang knelt hurriedly on the ground, "Thank you... Thank you..."

It seemed that it took a lot of spiritual energy to activate this yellow flower. Yu Qinghan's face turned from pale to blue.

"This is our sect's holy medicine for healing. It was this yellow flower that saved you in your battle with that five-clawed golden dragon!"

The yellow flowers slowly floated into the center of Baizhi's eyebrows, and at the wounds on Baizhi's body, the wounds quickly rotted and solidified.

But he did not grow new flesh and blood like Du Fang did a few days ago.

Yu Qinghan sighed, "Miss Bai isn't an immortal after all. She needs some time to recuperate. I don't know if she'll be able to practice Taoism again after she recovers!"

These words made Du Fang feel guilty, and blood was still flowing out of the wound in his chest.

Yu Qinghan looked at his wound without saying a word. He silently picked up the yellow flower and placed it on Du Fang's chest.

The immortal body recovered very quickly. In just a blink of an eye, the wounds quickly rotted away, fused together, and new flesh grew.

Du Fang said guiltily, "Brother Yu... I'm... I'm sorry..."

"We're friends, why are you saying sorry? I just want to advise you not to be so impulsive in future actions... It will not only harm yourself, but also those around you."

He glanced at Bai Zhi's expression and walked out silently.

For dozens of days, Yu Qinghan visited Bai Zhi every day to check on her health. He used all the magical stones and various elixirs in the sect to nourish Bai Zhi.

The wounds on Baizhi's body gradually healed.

But Bai Zhi and Yu Qinghan never mentioned the incident of Du Fang stripping their souls.

Finally, after the fifteenth day, Du Fang decided to leave.

The world is so big, there must be a way to suppress the fairy flower spirit, and he felt embarrassed to stay any longer.

When he just proposed this idea, Bai Zhi shook her head directly, "No, what if you are on the road, or you can't find this kind of magic for more than ten years, and the immortal spirit enters your body several times, then..."

Bai Zhi didn't say anything more, but Du Fang knew very well:

What she said was the truth. Ever since he left Jianmen and became an immortal, he had brought disaster to countless people.

The remaining disciples of Lingxiao, as well as the master, Xingluo City, and Longyuan.

How many people have perished at the hands of the immortal spirit's blood and energy, just to nourish the soul of this immortal flower. The scene at Mount Lancang was a wake-up call for him.

The immortals have already entered an unstable state and can become possessed by demons at any time and in any place.

Du Fang wanted to leave because of this consideration.

But in Baizhi's opinion, if they go out and can't find it for ten or half a year, then the legendary disaster of the immortal spirit might really come.

Perhaps before he could find it, it had already been completely corrupted by the fairies.