When Liu Buli heard the news and rushed to the medical hall, his two disciples were already in a bad state.
Lu Wuming was fine. After all, no matter what state he was in, he didn't need any treatment and wouldn't die. So, he lay there quietly, letting his new clothes be soaked in blood without a sound.
But the other disciple was different. That guy was purely mortal, with no racial advantages to protect him, and his cultivation wasn't high either. So, he lay on the medical hall's bed, screaming in pain, looking as pathetic as possible, as if he would die if not treated quickly.
This was the scene Liu Buli saw when he entered.
After a quick glance at the injuries on both sides, he turned without hesitation towards Lu Wuming.
Then he clearly heard his other disciple's cries intensify. He ignored it, reaching out to lift Lu Wuming's torn clothes and took a look at his condition. Liu Buli's eyes immediately widened.
Turning to face the surroundings, Liu Buli gritted his teeth and asked, "Who did this!? He hasn't even joined the sect yet, he has no cultivation, and you attacked him with a sword using a technique? Is this how I taught you to bully people!?"
No one answered his question.
The wound on Lu Wuming's chest was deep enough to see bone. That sword strike had split his chest open and also cut through his abdomen. Upon closer inspection, one could even see his internal organs pulsating beneath the flesh.
His belly was filled with blood. No one looked at him, no one saved him. Everyone was gathered around the other disciple, not because that person was more severely injured, but because they all felt Lu Wuming was beyond saving and it was better to attend to the one who clearly had a chance.
For a moment, only the other person's wails filled the medical hall. Apart from that, it was quiet. Everyone seemed to have lost the ability to speak, their heads bowed, none daring to meet Liu Buli's eyes.
Liu Buli felt the anger within him burning hotter. He gritted his teeth and called out to the side, "Old Chen, come and take a look. Give him some spiritual medicine, he can still be saved."
"Sect Master, he cannot be saved," the old physician, who had been called upon, shook his head and sighed. He didn't want to see such a scene, but said helplessly, "The sword energy injured his internal organs. With spiritual energy infused, his internal organs have already been shattered. Even spiritual medicine cannot save him. I know you are upset, but, alas..."
The old man sighed again, then turned his gaze away, unable to bear it.
Liu Buli's eyes turned red as he looked at everyone in the room. He memorized everyone's faces and said with a cold laugh, "Fine, if you can't save him, I will. This matter absolutely cannot end this simply. Whoever injured him, why they injured him, the cause and effect of today's incident, I will definitely investigate clearly. You all prepare yourselves."
With that, Liu Buli said no more.
He covered Lu Wuming's clothes, then picked him up horizontally and turned to walk back towards his own courtyard.
In fact, while Liu Buli was speaking and acting, Lu Wuming was still conscious.
He wouldn't die.
Not only that, even if he were completely dismembered and burned to ashes, he could still slowly recover.
Because he was a monster.
It was true that he had made the first move today, because he found that the power accumulated from ten years of resentment and hatred from his previous life was still with him.
So, he was confident he could win.
But the moment he made his move, he hesitated. He thought of the sun he saw when he opened the window that morning, the hot spring he visited before sleeping last night. He even thought of the soft bed he could sleep on, and finally, he thought of Liu Buli's smiling face.
If he truly killed someone, would he lose all of this?
This sudden worry made him slow down his strength, so what was originally a fatal blow only scratched a layer of skin on the opponent's cheek and chest.
Lu Wuming hadn't expected that by not killing, the opponent, touching the wound on his cheek, would directly draw his sword and attempt to kill.
That was a technique Lu Wuming had never seen before.
As he swung his sword, the sword energy transformed into a flaming eagle in mid-air, tearing off a large piece of flesh from his chest.
What followed was what Liu Buli saw.
Lu Wuming hadn't considered killing the opponent.
He had the ability to continue fighting.
But seeing his own internal organs ruptured, he wondered, what would Liu Buli do if he saw him like this?
When he healed himself through his own abilities, what would happen then?
Would he, like others, spit on him and call him a monster?
Or perhaps...
Never mind, Lu Wuming had never encountered any other situation. So, even if he imagined it, he couldn't come up with any other options.
As Liu Buli rushed back to the room with him, tears were already welling up in his eyes. Lu Wuming knew that expression was called crying, but he didn't understand why Liu Buli was crying.
In his memory, crying only happened when he was in pain.
Now, he was the one in pain, so why was Liu Buli crying?
He didn't understand, but he felt that Liu Buli's current appearance was beautiful. So beautiful that he wanted to engrave this face firmly in his heart, just as he remembered the warmth of the sun.
Using the "Shrinking Ground into Inches" technique, they were back in the courtyard in no time. Liu Buli kicked open the door and, regardless of Lu Wuming's blood-soaked body, placed him directly on his own bed.
Blood instantly soaked the sheets and bedding, but Liu Buli paid no mind. His hands trembled as he reached into his Qiankun bag and pulled out a large pile of pills.
He didn't know which one would be effective. He frantically searched through the memories of the original owner, which had been forcibly implanted into him after his transmigration. Finally, he found a medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap, poured out a pill, and with trembling hands, brought it to Lu Wuming's lips.
"Wuming, eat this. This is a pill I made myself. I believe as long as there's still a breath left, it can save a person. I don't know if it will work, but..."
Before he could finish, Lu Wuming bit his lip tightly.
From that expression, Liu Buli understood that he was refusing his medicine.
His eyes became extremely moist, and tears began to fall.
Liu Buli's heart ached intensely.
He had just promised him, just promised not to let him be bullied again. Yet, he had suffered such a severe injury so quickly. It was understandable that he wouldn't trust him.
He understood the logic, but he still couldn't control his distress.
He wanted to pull Lu Wuming out of the darkness. He truly thought that...
His lips trembled, and Liu Buli took several deep breaths. He finally added, "There's no poison in this. Try eating it, okay?"