In the main hall, Fengyang's disciples were waiting nervously, watching Wen Ren Yuan Jing inspect Jiuru.
The rich wood spiritual power enveloped Jiuru's whole body.
"Don't resist, relax, my spiritual power will enter your body to further examine your injuries."
Jiuru tightly grasped Le Feng's hand beside him, his whole body was a little stiff, and his cloudy eyes were staring at Wen Ren Yuan Jing, which showed how nervous he was at the moment.
Wenren Yuanjing's words seemed to have some kind of soothing power, making Jiuruo's tense body gradually relax.
The wood spirit power then penetrated Jiuru's body. When he saw the messy and broken meridians in his body, Wenren Yuanjing frowned slightly.
Divine consciousness, wrapped in spiritual power, penetrated deep again. Jiuruo's body was full of devastation, and his injuries were more serious than Wenren Yuanjing thought.
Especially the Dantian area, where the trauma left by a failed self-destruction is irreversible.
In the main hall, the quiet sound of a pindrop could be heard.
When Jiuruo saw Wen Ren Yuan Jing frowning, he couldn't help but feel sad.
Le Feng noticed the pessimism of this senior brother and quickly reached out and patted his back to comfort him.
After a long while, Wenren Yuan Jing took back his hand, and everyone looked at him nervously.
"Fellow Jiuru's injuries are very serious. The power of Nascent Soul's self-destruction has caused devastating damage to his Dantian and meridians. In addition, since his longevity is high and the vitality in his body is reduced, the injuries have become more serious. You guys. Although I used spiritual power to protect him, this was short-lived. Without the support of his own spiritual power, his body would soon be unable to bear it."
Wenren Yuanjing confessed the situation of Jiuru and did not hide it.
Everyone's faces couldn't help but become solemn, and Jiuru's face was a bit paler.
Seeing this, Wenren Yuanjing spoke quickly.
"However, a few years ago, I once treated a monk whose Dantian meridians were severely damaged. I can treat the injuries of True Monarch Nine Confucians."
Hearing this, everyone was delighted.
Le Feng immediately gave up.
"I also ask Grandmaster Wenren to take action to save Senior Brother Jiu Ru, and Shangyao Sect will definitely help him with all his strength!"
Everyone around them bowed their hands and saluted.
Jiuruo was trembling with excitement, and a gleam of light appeared in his originally dull eyes.
Can he still be saved?
Seeing everyone's expressions, Wenren Yuanjing let out a breath.
"Since I have agreed to the matter with Master Le Feng, Wenren will definitely go all out!"
Fengyang's eyes were a little moist.
Wenren Yuanjing looked at Jiuru who was lying on the steps.
"You are seriously injured now, and you are not easily agitated. Before I treat you, you still need to prepare some things. You want to be born and cultivated here. I will first refine several furnaces of healing elixirs for you, and wait until your body returns to its best condition. At that time, we will conduct further treatment. This period of time may be a bit long, so don’t be impatient."
Wenren Yuanjing treats patients with a rare soft voice.
This made Jiuru, who had a glimpse of hope, nod quickly.
"I'm going to tell Master Le Feng some things. I'll come back in the evening and tomorrow to give you some spiritual guidance."
Jiuru, who had been extremely stubborn since he was seriously injured, was very obedient and obedient at the moment. Everyone seemed to see the elegant senior brother again before he was seriously injured.
Le Feng shook Jiuru's hand.
"Senior brother, don't worry, we are here for everything and your injury will get better."
Jiuruo's eyes were moist, his lips trembled, and warmth flowed in his heart.
"good……"
After watching everyone leave, Jiuru closed his eyes and felt a rare sense of relaxation. He also ate more in the evening, which made all the Lingyang Peak disciples smile.
However, the atmosphere in the hall on the other side was a bit dull and depressing. (End of chapter)
