The slave imprint formed, and the Power of the Curse on Shao Zhengze’s body vanished instantly.
It even repaired a considerable amount of damage to his divine soul.
On the contrary, Feng Ruoli, due to bearing the pressure of casting the spell across the distance, coughed up fresh blood, and her aura weakened significantly.
Sensing Feng Ruoli’s condition, Wen Zhixing, as her Master, displayed the appropriate attitude. "Are you alright?"
Feng Ruoli smiled and shook her head. It’s no big deal to suffer minor injuries while serving the Master.
"Good, you should rest well for now," Wen Zhixing’s voice once again transmitted from the imprint above her brow.
Soon after, the imprint disappeared. Lacking the empowerment of the slave imprint, Feng Ruoli felt a sudden weakness course through her body.
The next instant, Wen Zhixing’s figure slowly emerged from the depths of Shao Zhengze’s soul.
The golden slave imprint began to shimmer between his eyebrows.
"From now on, you will obey Feng Ruoli and ensure her protection," Wen Zhixing said, glancing indifferently at Shao Zhengze, his eyes full of detachment.
"Yes..." Shao Zhengze gasped in pain, trying to rise and bow, but his heavily injured body just couldn’t manage it.
"You know what to do next. As for anything else, wait for my message," Wen Zhixing spoke again, not making any further demands. Then, his figure gradually faded away.
Inside the house, everything became calm, and Shao Zhengze finally let out a long breath.
I truly regret my actions to the core. Truly, regret is all too late. If I had gone to the brothel that time, perhaps none of this would have happened. Now, I have a slave imprint on me. My future is uncertain; I don’t know if I’ll live or die. I’m not some God Child Level Figure; the Purple Cloud Divine Sect won’t spend a great price to remove the slave imprint for someone like me. I’ll just have to take it one step at a time.
Shao Zhengze dared not harbor any thoughts of resistance, only hoping he could live a bit longer; everything else would have to wait.
With that thought, he tried to take out an elixir to heal himself.
But the tendons in his hands and feet had been severed, rendering him completely immobile.
With no other choice, he had to ask Feng Ruoli for help.
"Um... Ruoli... could you help me..."
Looking up, he saw Feng Ruoli watching him coldly.
"Haha... It’s nothing, never mind..." His face instantly became somewhat sheepish. She’s probably going to refuse, he thought, already bracing for rejection. After all...
However, the next moment Feng Ruoli approached, her expression cold, her gaze like a deep, icy pool that threatened to freeze him where he stood.
"Ruoli, you are magnanimous..." Shao Zhengze stammered. He instinctively felt that something was wrong. I might not die, but I’m probably in for a round of torture.
"Where are the elixirs?" Feng Ruoli merely asked, her tone devoid of warmth.
Shao Zhengze froze, apparently not expecting Feng Ruoli to help him. "They are... in my Storage Belt around my waist," he quickly responded.
Feng Ruoli said nothing further. Spotting the Storage Belt, she removed it.
Shao Zhengze clenched his teeth and released his Spiritual Qi to open it. Feng Ruoli’s cultivation was currently restricted; without the slave imprint’s power, she didn’t even have the Spiritual Qi to open a Storage Ring.
"Open your mouth." Feng Ruoli took out a jade bottle, and several elixirs rolled into her palm.
"Okay." Shao Zhengze quickly opened his mouth wide.
With a flick of her jade-like fingers, the elixirs fell directly into his mouth.
In an instant, warmth spread through his body, and his injuries began to heal quickly. Check latest chapters at novᴇlfire.net
After all, these were the Purple Cloud Divine Sect’s internal healing elixirs, and their effects were astounding.
Probably in just a day’s time, Shao Zhengze’s external injuries would recover by a large extent.
Of course, injuries to critical areas like the Sea of Qi would need more time to heal.
As for the divine soul, that would take even longer.
Having done all this, Feng Ruoli turned and put distance between them.
Regarding Shao Zhengze, if he weren’t still useful, she would have preferred him dead right now. But she was rational; at least for now, Shao Zhengze couldn’t die.
"Thank you," Shao Zhengze couldn’t help but look up at Feng Ruoli.
A complex emotion stirred in his heart. This time, it could be said that Feng Ruoli had saved him. If not for her, he might have been killed already. And just now, despite their past grievances, Feng Ruoli gave him elixirs... Even if she’s using me, in my current state, what else matters...
Wen Zhixing also slowly opened his eyes.
Earlier, when Feng Ruoli sensed something was wrong, she had already started contacting Wen Zhixing.
Initially, she hadn’t wanted to bother him.
But in that critical moment, she couldn’t afford to hesitate.
It was fortunate that the casting requirements for the Unfounded Curse were incredibly simple. Knowing what it looked like was enough to cast the spell.
Otherwise, even if Wen Zhixing could have intervened with the aid of the slave imprint, he would not have been able to save Feng Ruoli.
[You cursed Shao Zhengze with the Unfounded Curse, and he is seriously injured.]
[You suffered backlash from the Power of the Curse. As your cultivation levels are comparable, you are seriously injured.]
A large amount of blood gushed from Wen Zhixing’s mouth.
As his vital energy and blood surged, he started bleeding from all seven orifices, staining his clothes.
The backlash of the curse had finally arrived.
Of course, none of this was a problem for Wen Zhixing.
[Your body begins to recover rapidly...]
"Wen Zhixing, you’re injured!"
Before the countdown ended, Qinglian Fairy’s alarmed cry reached Wen Zhixing’s ears.
The situation earlier had been urgent, so Wen Zhixing hadn’t hidden his actions from Qinglian Fairy and had directly begun casting the Unfounded Curse.