32: Chapter 32: There are quite a few people whose ambitions are sky-high but whose fates are as fragile as paper.

"General!"

Wang Yuyan extended her fair hand to move a chess piece,

smiling as she looked at ABi.

ABi frowned her small face,

resting her chin in her hand, lost in thought.

Zhao Fangcai leaned over, preparing to give her advice, when

Wang Yuyan shot him a glare,

and said with a hint of playful annoyance: "Don't talk while watching a game!"

Zhao Fangcai smiled and said: "Fine, I won't talk."

He placed the box on the table, took out a [lesser reverting pill],

and said: "I'm going to check on Miss Mu!"

Wang Yuyan let out a soft hum from her nose,

nodded slightly, and said: "Go ahead! Although she hasn't said it, her injuries must be quite severe!"

Zhao Fangcai arrived outside Mu Wanqing's door,

and knocked lightly.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!"

The room inside was dim,

with only moonlight shining in from the window.

Mu Wanqing was sitting cross-legged, healing her injuries,

and there were still bloodstains on the bedding.

The trauma she endured could not be summarized by the word 'severe'; it was truly at its absolute worst.

But her personality was stubborn, and being in a foreign land, she absolutely could not show her weakness in front of strangers.

Moments before, she had endured the pain and had a brief conversation with Wang Yuyan, expressing her gratitude for saving her life.

After returning to her own room,

she suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of blood when alone.

Her Internal Skill was quite decent, reaching the level of the Acquired Marrow Cleansing Realm.

It was already extremely fortunate that she managed to keep her life during the fierce collision between Zhao Fangcai's and Ling Luoshi's Innate True Qi.

Hearing Zhao Fangcai's voice,

Mu Wanqing had originally planned to pretend she was already asleep.

But the scene of him standing in front of her not long ago flashed through her mind.

"He was originally kind enough to advise me to leave; I misunderstood him."

"If he hadn't tried his best to save me, I would have died long ago."

Mu Wanqing felt both guilt and gratitude, the two emotions intertwining.

She forced herself to stand up, put on her veil, took a deep breath to make herself appear normal.

With a creak!

The door opened, and Mu Wanqing lowered her head slightly, asking softly: "Benefactor, is there something you need?"

Zhao Fangcai said: "Miss Mu, I came to check on your injuries."

Mu Wanqing did not light a lamp.

But with Zhao Fangcai's skill, he could naturally see as clearly in the darkness as in daylight.

Although Mu Wanqing was veiled, her forehead was abnormally pale, completely lacking color, and her breathing was very weak.

"I, I am fine, please don't worry about me, Benefactor."

As soon as Mu Wanqing finished speaking, she felt dizzy, lost her balance, and staggered forward.

"Miss Mu?"

Zhao Fangcai supported her.

He only felt a fragrance surrounding her body, which was neither like orchid nor musk; the scent was not strong, but it lingered faintly and persistently.

Zhao Fangcai gripped her wrist.

Mu Wanqing regained some composure slightly and struggled weakly, saying: "Let, let go of me!"

In his free time, Zhao Fangcai had also learned a little medicine from Wang Yuyan.

He said seriously: "Miss Mu, your Internal Energy is chaotic right now. If you don't treat it promptly, you might face the danger of losing all your martial arts."

Mu Wanqing was too weak to stand and could only lean against Zhao Fangcai.

This made her feel both shy and annoyed.

If it were anyone else, she would definitely have cursed, "What business is it of yours," but this person had just saved her life.

Her fiery temper and bossiness were merely an outer shell to protect herself.

In front of the person who saved her, she really couldn't be fierce.

Moreover, while leaning against him, she only felt warmth all over her body, and the pain lessened.

Zhao Fangcai said: "I will help you inside first!"

Mu Wanqing lowered her head, let out a soft "Mm," and a faint sense of shyness bloomed in her heart.

Zhao Fangcai helped her into the room and placed her on the bed, letting her lie down.

Away from that warm body,

Mu Wanqing suddenly felt a little reluctant to let go.

She really wanted to keep leaning there.

Pah!

Mu Wanqing, what are you thinking about?

Her face instantly flushed red.

Zhao Fangcai said: "You are lucky. The Magistrate of Xiangyang gave me a bottle of [lesser reverting pill], which can treat your injuries!"

"lesser reverting pill?"

Mu Wanqing was extremely surprised.

She had heard of this Medicinal Pill.

It was a healing Spirit Medicine from the Shaolin Temple,

classified as Profound Rank Medium Grade, specifically for treating internal injuries.

One pill was worth at least a thousand taels of silver, and it was priceless.

For people in the Jianghu, internal injuries were much more troublesome than external ones.

External injuries, as long as they weren't severed limbs, cuts or sword wounds would eventually heal.

But what about internal injuries?

Without good Internal Skill conditioning, or nourishment from miraculous elixirs, they could easily leave behind lifelong pain.

Therefore, Medicinal Pills that could treat internal injuries were exceptionally precious.

"This is too valuable; I cannot accept it!" Mu Wanqing said weakly.

Zhao Fangcai said: "Ah, compared to Miss Mu's health, what is a mere bottle of lesser reverting pill?"

He placed the lesser reverting pill into Mu Wanqing's hand.

"Ding! You have gifted a bottle of lesser reverting pill to Mu Wanqing!"

"You have triggered a Thousandfold Critical Return!"

"You have obtained lesser reverting pill * 1000 bottles!"

Thousandfold Critical Return?!

One thousand bottles?!

Zhao Fangcai couldn't help but laugh. Not bad, not bad. Turning a profit of a thousand times immediately, this deal was too worthwhile!

Critical Return sometimes involved a critical hit in quality.

For example, an Earth Rank Secret Manual would return as a Heaven Rank Secret Manual.

Sometimes, it was an increase in quantity.

One bottle of lesser reverting pill contained ten pills.

Becoming one thousand bottles meant ten thousand pills.

Medicinal Pills like the lesser reverting pill, which could treat internal injuries, were not easy to refine.

Even at the Shaolin Temple, they could produce at most fifty or sixty bottles a year, most of which were used internally and consumed within the sect.

Occasionally, some that leaked out were given as grand gifts to other Schools, or exchanged for Medicinal Pills from other Schools through barter.

This kept the price of the lesser reverting pill consistently high in the Jianghu.

The bottle the Magistrate of Xiangyang possessed was obtained from a deceased monk.

In pursuit of the Legacy of the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai,

many young masters full of hope and dreams came to Xiangyang every year.

Among them, there were countless people whose ambitions were higher than the heavens, but whose fates were thinner than paper.

The county yamen had the legal right to collect corpses, and from these deceased individuals, they had scavenged quite a few good items.

"Although these one thousand bottles of lesser reverting pill cannot trigger another critical return, I can use them to exchange for other Medicinal Pills and then gift those to others, right?"

Zhao Fangcai suddenly thought of a 'one life, ten thousand' loophole.

To call it a loophole was not entirely accurate.

It was merely a reasonable utilization of the System's rules.

While he was pondering, Mu Wanqing held the medicine bottle, feeling a bit moved.

However, she still maintained some vigilance.

She said softly: "Your Highness first saved my life, and now you bestow a Spirit Pill. For this great kindness, I wonder what Your Highness wishes me to do?"

"Miss Mu, don't overthink it. I don't need you to do anything, nor do I ask for repayment. I will be very happy if you can recover sooner."

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment.

Then her pretty face flushed, what did Your Highness mean by that?

Was he concerned about her?

Her heart stirred, becoming somewhat restless.

Zhao Fangcai smiled slightly, stood up, and said: "I will go call Xu Chunjiao to help you circulate your Qi and heal."

Xu Chunjiao was one of the three masters of the Imperial City Directorate, and also the only female among them.

The other two were Liang Qing and Zhou Hui.