Damned Healer

Chapter 760 760: Spirit Of A Warrior

After falling, all three youths writhed on the ground in agony, their bodies releasing hot steam while the smell of burnt flesh spread through the air. It didn't take long for their groans to echo. They were very intense, and Darian didn't show the slightest bit of pity."Sir Darian, please, they've already learned their lesson."

A calm voice sounded from above. Darian snorted and casually waved his hand, causing the runes on their bodies to disperse.

Right after that, a young woman wearing a long, bluish dress descended from the sky.

It was none other than Vymara. Looking at the miserable state of those three, she spoke in a stern tone, though still friendly.

"Now do you understand the meaning of 'there's always someone better out there'?"

They stood up, still trembling, staring at the woman they admired so much from afar.

"Lady…" the boy called in a weak voice, but it seemed his mind hadn't fully recovered yet.

Vymara turned around, revealing a sincerely joyful expression on her face. "Sir Darian, I could hardly wait to see you again after these three months. However, I never imagined you would also have such an impressive cultivation speed."

Seeing Darian's cultivation at the fourth level of the Celestial King Realm, she could only exclaim in admiration. But Darian felt the same, because she was now at the fifth level; she had really risen five levels in those three months.

Darian said calmly, "I was accepted very recently as a direct disciple, so my master hadn't had time to help me much back then."

Vymara shook her head and said with a smile, "You don't have to be so polite… I don't think about competition all the time. I hope Sir Darian won't leave so soon. You must allow me to show you the entire kingdom."

"Well… for now I'll accept, but I don't know if there will be enough time for you to show me that much." Darian replied without wanting to refuse directly.

Vymara took a deep breath, then extended her hand and gestured toward the three who had just approached. "How long are you going to take to apologize?!"

The three youths carefully walked over with their heads lowered. They lined up and looked like three little children who had committed a serious mistake and were waiting for punishment.

Vymara shook her head when she saw them. "Alright, alright. There's no reason to be discouraged. Even I had to admit defeat before Sir Darian, let alone all of you. Are you satisfied now?"

"We are, we are." The boy nodded repeatedly.

"Sorry… not only did we overestimate our abilities, but we also… offended you." the girl on the right said while looking straight at Darian.

"I didn't believe you were that strong… no wonder Lady Vymara praised you so much. Before, we were skeptical about your strength, but now… we were wrong." the other girl added with a slight smile.

At that moment, Vymara froze, her face turning slightly red.

"There's nothing to worry about." Darian said calmly, ending the matter right away.

At that moment, Vymara recovered. Then she let out a soft sigh. "Sir Darian, there are many incredible places in my home that I can show you. If I may ask, do you have any specific plans? Is there anywhere you want to go first?"

Darian was about to answer no when suddenly Vymara's expression changed.

She took out a communication crystal, which glowed intensely before suddenly releasing rays of light. She immediately reached out and touched the crystal, and right after that, her expression changed drastically.

"What!?"

Darian asked, sensing an opportunity arriving. "What happened?"

"It's… It's about Senior Lulei. She… she seems to be… getting closer and closer to death."

Darian remembered that earlier, before leaving him behind in a hurry, Veyra had shouted the name Lulei. So that was the name of her granddaughter, who had already had one foot in the grave for quite some time.

"I… I need to go back immediately. If something really happens to Senior Lulei, the Queen will definitely lose control. Now that we're about to deal with a serious matter involving the Demonic Sea Orc, I'm probably the only one who can calm her down. Sir Darian, forgive me, but stay with those three for now."

Before even giving Darian the chance to react to her words, Vymara immediately turned around and flew away, tearing through the cold air.

Vymara was filled with anxiety at that moment. But she was a little surprised when she saw Darian appear beside her and follow along with a faint smile.

The fact that Lulei had survived until today for a thousand years while constantly being on the verge of death could already be considered a miracle. The Healers of Heaven Sect had charged an extremely high price just to stabilize her a little; after that, Veyra had to provide priceless treasures nonstop.

That also showed how viscerally Veyra was against the idea of her death. After all, Lulei was her only descendant, and she could no longer have children due to her age. If Lulei died, it would mean the definitive end of her direct bloodline.

But… after managing to survive for so long, because of countless life-prolonging medicines, Lulei's body had finally reached its absolute limit. During this recent period, her health had worsened in a devastating way, which made Veyra even more anxious and explosive.

Before long, Darian and Vymara hurried into an enormous castle.

"Get out of here! Get out, all of you! Leave before I bury you!!"

"Y-Yes… yes!!"

Like a sudden thunderclap, an irritated and uncontrolled voice could be heard in the distance, filled with infinite pain and sadness that seemed to tear the soul apart.

Vymara's entire body tensed, and she increased her speed even more.

When the pair entered the large room, there were ten human figures inside with gloomy expressions.

Vymara and Darian approached. As soon as the people saw her, everyone showed a brief flash of relief on their faces. An Elder said urgently, "Vymara, hurry, go in and try to calm the Queen! She's out of control!"

Vymara went in directly, and Darian followed close behind. Those people were so stunned and anxious that they didn't even think about stopping him.

As soon as they entered, Darian felt a chaotic mixture of lights coming from crystals and dense auras of medicinal herbs hitting his face.

At the center of everything, he saw a person lying weakly on a bed.

It was a woman with dry, rough skin and a corpse-like bluish tone. Her eyes were open, but completely unmoving. Since there was almost no vital energy in her body, anyone who saw her would consider her a cold corpse.

The lower half of her body was covered by a thick layer of bluish crystals. Although they were of different intensities, they all emanated extremely high-level life energies.

Veyra was kneeling beside the bed, her head lowered and her whole body trembling. She breathed heavily, and her aura, once intimidating, was in complete disorder. On top of that, her face, hardened by centuries of authority, was now completely soaked with hot tears.

Vymara was extremely alarmed by Lulei's state. Even though she knew this day would come, the sight of that final fragility struck her like a physical blow. Why did it have to happen right now, in the middle of so much turmoil?

"Who gave you permission to enter…? Get out of here! Get lost while you still have legs!" Veyra let out a fierce roar. Her voice was completely hoarse, filled with deep pain and a despair that didn't match that of a Queen.

"Master, it's me!" Vymara immediately stepped forward to help her up, holding her shoulders. "Senior Lulei endured for so long, she's strong… she will definitely be fine. Master needs to calm down first so you can help her… she'll be fine."

Vymara had no idea how to truly comfort the current Veyra and could only use those bland and repetitive words with all her strength, trying to offer some support.

Veyra's trembling lessened a little when she heard the voice of her most beloved disciple. She didn't roar again, but kept her head deeply lowered, her hands gripping the sheets. Painful sobs escaped her mouth, shattering the imposing image she had always carried.

"She can't be saved anymore… Lulei… can't be saved anymore… I, Veyra… will lose the only piece of me that remains…"

Her sense of sorrow contaminated every particle in the room, making the air heavy and hard to breathe. At that moment, she was just a grandmother who had fallen into a spiral of endless agony.

Vymara knelt beside Veyra and spoke softly, trying to be the pillar her Master needed.

"Vymara's debt of gratitude to Master is immense, and Master has been more than a mother to me. Even if… as long as Master does not abandon me, I will remain by your side for the rest of my life, taking care of every step you take."

"Little… Vymara…" Veyra murmured. In recent years, Vymara's loyalty and talent had become Veyra's greatest emotional support, as she lived in constant terror.

Meanwhile, Darian silently assessed the half-dead woman. The whole situation was like watching a thousand-year-old tree, dry and rotten, struggling to keep a single leaf. His curse activated… her karma was black, a very ordinary black.

Darian sighed. Letting her die would actually be an act of mercy. The only reason Lulei had persevered until that moment was not a desire to live, but the awareness that her departure would cause her grandmother's total mental collapse.

Darian nodded in satisfaction. Although her physical body was in ruins, her willpower to endure until now was indeed extraordinary. She truly carried the spirit of a warrior and refused to die.

Then…

Darian finally broke the silence and spoke, his voice clear and firm in the stifling room.

"Queen Veyra, Vymara, both of you step outside first. I have a way to save her."

Veyra suddenly raised her head. Immersed in that piercing agony, only now did she process Darian's presence.

When she saw the red robe with golden details of the Golden Crow Sect that Darian was wearing, her eyes instantly widened with renewed hatred. She snorted as her aquatic aura began to overflow.

"Who gave you permission to come in here, boy?! Get out of my sight! Leave before I turn you into dust!!"

Darian kept the same unbothered expression. "I'll repeat it only once. I have a way to save her. If you truly don't want your granddaughter to die today, get out of here quickly and let me work."

"What kind of insulting nonsense are you talking about!?" Veyra slowly stood up, her stature seeming to grow as Celestial power flowed from her body in turbulent waves.

"My granddaughter ended up in this miserable state because of your Golden Crow Sect. And even so, you… you actually dare to come here and mock my pain with lies?!"

"Master!" Vymara quickly stepped between them, intercepting Veyra's killing intent, and said anxiously, "Sir Darian is not someone who jokes around. He… he intends to save Senior."

"Save? How could he? Why would he do that!?" Veyra lamented with a voice full of bitterness. "Saving Lulei was already considered impossible since that tragedy a thousand years ago. Do you have any idea of the price I paid, the lives and treasures I sacrificed just to prolong her agony until today? At this moment… the doctors say there's no way back… and he still dares to say that with the little cultivation he has?!"

"And what does my cultivation matter?" Darian said slowly. Then he raised his hand and pointed at Lulei's nearly lifeless body before speaking bluntly.

"What would I gain by saying I'm going to save her? Do you really think that, at this critical moment, I would waste time trying to cause her more harm? Look at her. Do you think it's physically possible to hurt her more than she already is?"

His merciless words left Veyra momentarily stunned, striking the core of logic.

"She has one foot in the grave and could die at any second. If you truly don't want your only descendant to die, then you should be willing to believe even a mortal enemy or a random wanderer if they offer a real chance. There's no more room for pride, doubt, or refusal. Of course, if deep down you've already given up… then ignore what I said."

After finishing speaking, Darian turned around, making a move as if to leave.

"Sir Darian!" Vymara shouted desperately. She quickly stepped in front of him to stop him from leaving and said urgently, "Master! Sir Darian is certainly not someone who speaks without reason. Since he claims he has a way, he must possess some secret or technique he fully trusts. I agree with him… It's already impossible for Senior Lulei's condition to get worse. The hope may be minimal, but refusing it now would be the same as condemning her!"

Veyra took several deep breaths, her chest rising and falling as she struggled against her own instincts. Her body still trembled under the tension.

"Alright, young Darian, you're right… you struck where it hurts… it doesn't matter whether your words are based on facts or limitless arrogance, if you can keep Lulei alive for a few more days, or even a few hours of relief, I, Veyra, will acknowledge that act."

Darian snorted and waved his hand, saying, "Don't waste any more breath on unnecessary promises and leave immediately. Listen carefully so you don't say later that I didn't warn you: No one has permission to enter until I open this door myself. Also, do not dare use your senses to spy, or the process will fail instantly."

Darian approached Lulei's body and began to 'prepare his movements'.

"Master, let's give him the space he's asking for. I believe in Darian," Vymara said, firmly guiding the Queen outside.

Veyra let out one last trembling sigh, clenched her teeth so hard they almost broke, and allowed herself to be led away by Vymara. As they left, she slammed the door shut, leaving Darian alone with the woman who was taking her final breaths.

Little did she know that the moment the door closed, almost everything was already over.