The armed helicopter continued to circle in the sky.
This was Qin Xiaozhi's instruction. He had ordered Dongfang Xiaoyao to ascend the helicopter to a safe altitude and use its detection functions to scan the surroundings.
This way, if any enemies approached, he could notify Jiang Wuming immediately, giving Jiang Wuming time to prepare for battle.
Now, the extraterrestrial enemy, a five-star War God at the tenth stage, had been killed by Qi Wufu. As long as it wasn't a large group of four-star War Gods, Jiang Wuming could handle them, provided he wasn't in the critical moment of healing Qi Wufu.
On the ground, Zhujian helped support Qi Wufu's bloody and mangled body. He dared not speak to disturb Jiang Wuming, even holding his breath and not daring to exhale loudly.
Jiang Wuming's hands were placed on Qi Wufu's back, a white light flashing in his eyes. After using his mental power to examine Qi Wufu's injuries, his expression grew even more solemn.
This was because Qi Wufu had multiple severed meridians and fractured internal organs, suffering severe damage.
More importantly, Jiang Wuming sensed that Qi Wufu's soul might also have been heavily wounded.
"Wu... Wuming, how is it?"
Seeing that Jiang Wuming had not yet begun to treat him and his expression had become increasingly grave, Zhujian's heart leaped into his throat, and he couldn't help but ask.
"The Marshal's condition is very bad," Jiang Wuming replied truthfully.
"Then... then can he be saved?"
Upon hearing this, Zhujian's eyes instantly turned red, and his voice trembled.
"I can temporarily preserve his life."
Jiang Wuming first answered, then said, "Uncle Zhu, the Marshal's soul is suspected to have suffered a severe blow. Was that five-star War God at the tenth stage an extraterrestrial mental power cultivator?"
"I don't know," Zhujian shook his head.
"Then tell me about the battle you witnessed," Jiang Wuming said after a moment of thought.
Qi Wufu's injuries were more serious and complex than he had imagined. Jiang Wuming did not rashly begin treatment but wanted to confirm some details.
"Their battle was very short and ended quickly. Master must have used a forbidden technique, burning his true qi to unleash the Heavenly Dragon Sword Formation to kill the enemy. However, he also took a direct hit from the enemy."
Zhujian recalled, "That's right, after Master was hit by the enemy, he was still standing. But for some reason, he suddenly fell and lost consciousness."
"Was there any energy fluctuation at that moment?" Jiang Wuming continued to press.
"Yes."
Zhujian nodded.
"Then that's it. The enemy, on the verge of death, used mental power to attack the Marshal."
Jiang Wuming confirmed his deduction.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wuming collected his thoughts and focused entirely on treating Qi Wufu.
Jiang Wuming had previously treated Xia Xueqin and the Heavenly Dragon Daoist, so he was now familiar with the process.
He instantly entered the mysterious space with his mind, activating the Daoist sect's mysterious inner strength cultivation method. The floating white light points surged towards him, forming a vortex that entered his body.
After absorbing the mysterious energy, Jiang Wuming immediately integrated it into his mystic power and then transmitted the mystic power to Qi Wufu through his palms.
Finally, Jiang Wuming used his mental power to control the mystic power, guiding it along the Great Zhou Heavenly cycle to repair Qi Wufu's severed meridians and ruptured organs.
As Jiang Wuming continued his treatment, the wounds on Qi Wufu's body soon stopped bleeding, and his previously weak aura gradually strengthened.
This discovery filled Zhujian with joy and excitement!
But he suppressed his excitement and dared not disturb Jiang Wuming.
Two hours later, the armed helicopter dispatched by the front-line command arrived at the scene.
Zhujian ordered the pilot to park the helicopter nearby and wait.
Five hours later, Jiang Wuming's hands left Qi Wufu's back, and he stopped treating him.
Qi Wufu's external injuries appeared much improved, and his breathing had stabilized.
Seeing this, Zhujian finally couldn't help but ask, "Wuming, is my Master alright?"
"Uncle Zhu, you should remember what I told you earlier about the Marshal's soul being heavily wounded. I only treated his physical injuries just now and dared not touch his soul."
Jiang Wuming shook his head slightly.
The soul, or the brain region, was the most mysterious and complex part of the human body.
Jiang Wuming was not a doctor and did not dare to attempt to heal Qi Wufu's soul injury with mysterious energy.
"You... you mean, my Master will only wake up after his soul injury is healed, otherwise he will become a living dead person?!" Zhujian's face changed again.
"Theoretically, that's the case."
Jiang Wuming's heart was heavy. This was a result he did not want to see, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
"If that's the case, then I will take Master back now and contact Li Guyi to have him treat Master."
Zhujian painfully accepted the cruel reality of Qi Wufu temporarily becoming a living dead person, then quickly regained his composure and made a decision.
"Okay, Uncle Zhu."
Jiang Wuming nodded, believing Zhujian's arrangement to be extremely reasonable.
Li Guyi was a towering figure in the medical world of Longguo, even globally, renowned as a living deity. Perhaps he could heal Qi Wufu's soul injury.
After all, Ren Xiaoyao had been personally healed by Li Guyi when he was injured at the Global Martial Arts Convention.
...
Southwest, the ancestral land of the Li family.
Li Guyi received a call from Li Rui, an advisor to the Martial Department, and learned of Qi Wufu's injury. He had already packed his belongings and was preparing to travel to the Li family manor to board a military aircraft to the Mount Everest front-line command post to treat Qi Wufu.
In addition, he decided to stay there until the Mount Everest war ended, saving lives and healing the injured.
"Grandpa, I want to go with you."
Li Lianyi learned that Li Guyi was going to the Mount Everest front-line command post and actively volunteered to join him.
"Lianyi, you should stay home."
Li Guyi gently shook his head.
He had always greatly valued and doted on Li Lianyi, rarely blocking any decision she made.
This included Li Lianyi's decision to be with Jiang Wuming against the wishes of the Li family!
However, at this moment, Li Guyi refused his beloved granddaughter's request.
"Grandpa, why won't you let me go?" Li Lianyi asked.
"Jiang Wuming has already given you the answer to this question,"
Li Guyi sighed.
On the night the Mount Everest war broke out, Jiang Wuming and Li Lianyi were watching the starry sky on the ancient city wall of Sucheng when Qin Xiaozhi picked them up.
At that time, Li Lianyi wanted to go with Jiang Wuming, but he refused.
"Grandpa, Wuming didn't let me go then because he couldn't predict the final outcome of the war and was worried about my safety.
Now that Master Tianlong has killed the absolute powerhouse among the extraterrestrial enemies, the tide of the war is in our favor, and the scales of victory are tilting towards us. Even if I go, my safety should be guaranteed."
Li Lianyi said.
Li Guyi fell silent for a moment and then asked, "Are you going to the Mount Everest front line to save lives and heal the injured, or for him?"
"Both."
Li Lianyi did not hide anything.
"Are you worried he might get hurt?" Li Guyi asked.
"Yes."
Li Lianyi nodded, regaining her usual calm and wise demeanor. "All along, his threats have not only come from extraterrestrial enemies. Now that Master Tianlong and Grandpa Qi are both injured, who can guarantee that someone within our ranks won't strike at him?!"
"Alright, then you'll come with me to the Mount Everest front line."
Li Guyi said, gazing at Li Lianyi's beautiful eyes and sensing the determination within them, he finally relented.
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Yanjing.
In the courtyard of the red walls, in that ancient building.
Long Shengzhe stood by the office window, looking at the falling snow outside, motionless.
"Brother."
Immediately after, Long Qisheng walked into the office. Seeing Long Shengzhe unresponsive, he called out.
Long Shengzhe came back to his senses, turned, and walked to the desk. "Sit."
Long Qisheng sat down in silence.
"You must already know about Qi Wufu's injury, right?" Long Shengzhe asked.
"Yes."
Long Qisheng nodded.
As the leader of the Imperial Guards and Long Shengzhe's younger brother, his intelligence network was second to none in Longguo.
"I know you've always wanted to control the Martial Department. I've never given you the opportunity because there hasn't been a suitable occasion.
The Martial Department is different from other departments. Besides the internal affairs of the Martial Department, there is also the influence of the martial arts world.
To control the Martial Department, not only must the people within the Martial Department be convinced, but people from the martial arts world must also have nothing to say. To achieve this, you must find the right opportunity and do something that others cannot!
Now that Zhuge Lingjun is dead and Qi Wufu is severely injured and unconscious, the opportunity has arrived."
Long Shengzhe got straight to the point.
"Brother, I will absolutely not fail your trust. I will lead the soldiers of the Martial Department and the people of the martial arts world to win the Mount Everest war!"
Long Qisheng's heart rejoiced, and he quickly stood up, making a military pledge.
"Yes."
Long Shengzhe nodded slightly.
"Brother, what about Jiang Wuming?" Long Qisheng asked hesitantly.
"He is a hero of Longguo and a hero of this world. The battlefield is the best stage for heroes!"
Long Shengzhe said calmly.
Long Qisheng understood and turned to leave the office.
Five minutes later.
The front-line command received an order: Due to the injury and unconsciousness of Marshal Qi Wufu of the Martial Department, the Elder Council has decided to temporarily appoint Long Qisheng as the Marshal of the Martial Department and the Commander-in-Chief of the Mount Everest War!
Front-line command post.
Upon receiving the order, Li Rui stood in the courtyard, gazing up at the distant Mount Everest. After a long time, he uttered the eight characters with grief and indignation:
"When man harbors intent to kill, heaven and earth are thrown into chaos!"
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