Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 318: Love Level 1, how many people can understand?

Finally, they arrived at Qingfeng Cliff. Looking up, the familiar cliff towered into the sky, and the surrounding scenery was still as magnificent as in memory, but with a hint of indescribable desolation.

An extremely complex emotion suddenly surged in Wang Qiye's heart, including deep worry, eager desire, and endless regret for the past years.

They quickened their pace and hurried towards where Murong Xiaoxiao was, with only one unshakable thought in their hearts: they must make Murong Xiaoxiao recover as soon as possible. Every step seemed to carry an extremely heavy responsibility, and their figures quickly shuttled on the winding path between the cliffs, like fearless warriors rushing to the battlefield without hesitation.

When they finally saw Murong Xiaoxiao, everyone was shocked by her serious injuries.

Murong Xiaoxiao's face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. She looked like a flower covered by frost and snow, losing its former beauty and vitality. She lay there quietly, as fragile as a fragile porcelain doll that would break at the touch of a finger. People couldn't help but want to take care of her carefully, fearing that the slightest carelessness would cause her more harm.

Her body was covered with wounds of all sizes, some of which had already scabbed over, but the hideous marks still clearly showed how fierce the battle was; some wounds were still oozing blood, the deep red color was shocking and unbearable to look at. Her left arm hung limply by her side, obviously severely fractured, and the twisted angle made people feel distressed.

There was a deep scratch on her right leg, and you could almost see the bone. The wound was like a bloody mouth, as if it was shouting out the pain and suffering she had experienced. Her chest was wrapped in a thick bandage, and you could faintly see the blood seeping out. The red mark was like a blooming sad flower, stinging everyone's eyes and making people feel sad. Her hair was scattered on the pillow in a mess, like a tangled mass of thoughts, and her eyes revealed deep fatigue and pain, as if she had experienced an endless nightmare and torture.

Wang Qiye gently held Murong Xiaoxiao's hand, carefully feeling her weak pulse, and suddenly a wave of pain came over him. Her slender fingers seemed to have no strength at all, trembling slightly like fallen leaves trembling in the wind.

Duanmu Lan quickly began to carefully check Murong Xiaoxiao's injuries, his brows tightly furrowed, his expression becoming increasingly solemn, as if he was facing a mysterious puzzle that was difficult to solve.

"How is it?" A woman in a white dress and ponytail stepped forward and asked with concern. Everyone in the room also looked at her with concern. The woman's eyes were full of worry, as if Murong Xiaoxiao's pain also deeply touched her heartstrings.

Wang Qiye put down Murong Xiaoxiao's hand and gently tucked it into the quilt. "Her injury is secondary. The most important thing is her heart disease, and heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine."

Wang Qiye said dejectedly that it was tiring enough for him to guess what a woman was thinking just by guessing about Lei Siyu and Duanmu Lan every day. How could he guess what Murong Xiaoxiao was thinking?

The woman in white was also extremely anxious after hearing this. Her eyes were full of anxiety and worry, like a burning flame.

"According to Xiaoliu, they went to invade a giant tribe this time, and only three of the ten close friends who lived together day and night returned alive. Meng Dian, who had been with Sister Xiaoxiao through thick and thin, also unfortunately died in the battle there." Her voice trembled slightly, with deep sorrow and regret.

Wang Qiye nodded, feeling equally heavy in his heart. He also deeply felt the huge loss and endless pain, but felt powerless. He looked to Duanmu Lan with expectation, hoping that she could come up with an effective solution.

"You go get the medicine first, and I'll come and see if she has any hidden injuries." Duanmu Lan's voice was steady and calm, as if bringing a glimmer of hope to people.

"Yes." Wang Qiye nodded, walked to the desk, picked up the pen and carefully wrote a prescription. His movements were steady and focused, and every stroke seemed to carry a deep concern for Murong Xiaoxiao.

The woman in white took the prescription and hurried out. Her figure was as light as a butterfly, disappearing outside the door in an instant.

Wang Qiye then sat down on the bedside again, looked at Murong Xiaoxiao's haggard face, and sighed softly.

When it comes to love, how many people can understand it, and how many people can explain it clearly?

How much madness, how much sighing, and how much hurt has it brought in return now?

His heart was filled with endless emotion, as if he saw the helplessness and complexity of life. "She can only rely on herself." He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Murong Xiaoxiao could get out of the predicament as soon as possible and regain the courage and hope of life.

"Where are you looking?" Duanmu Lan communicated with Wang Qiye through her mind, while signaling towards the corner with her eyes.

From the moment he entered Murong Xiaoxiao's room until now, Wang Qiye's eyes have been on the woman in pink clothes and skirt. When he heard Duanmu Lan's reminder, he became puzzled and raised his head pretending to look at her casually.

After seeing this, my heart was shocked.

At one end of Murong Xiaoxiao's room stood an extremely huge shield. This shield took up half of the wall and was obviously not for human cultivators, but if a giant were to use it, it would be perfect.

The shield is a deep, heavy bronze color, exuding a mysterious and solemn atmosphere in the dim environment. The edge of the shield is carefully carved with delicate and complex patterns, and ancient runes and mysterious totems are intertwined, faintly emitting a powerful and mysterious power fluctuation.

The huge size is daunting, as if it can withstand the fierce attack of thousands of troops. Under the weak light, the shield gleams with a faint metallic luster, and the hard material gives people a feeling of indestructibility. Every detail shows its extraordinary quality and powerful defense, as if it is a sacred artifact in the hands of the god of war to protect justice.

Perhaps because there had been no battles for a long time, the shield was covered with a layer of unknown monster skin. The totem and the eight insect and fish patterns intertwined, giving people a rough and violent beauty.

If Wang Qiye didn't have that strange alchemy furnace, he wouldn't have cared so much. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the eight insect and fish patterns were exactly the same size as the alchemy furnace that he welded on later.

A Qingfeng Cliff monk noticed Wang Qiye's abnormality, but didn't pay too much attention to it. "This is one of the spoils that Sister Xiaoxiao and the others brought back from the giant tribe this time. The three boxes of animal bones and monster skins have already been sold, but no magic weapon shop is willing to buy this shield. Wait for Sister Xiaoxiao to get better in a few days, then tell her to take it to the weapon refining hall to melt it."

Wang Qiye's heart moved when he heard this. He knew very well that this shield was hiding an unknown secret and it could not be melted so easily.

"I want 100,000 spirit stones for this shield." Wang Qiye tried his best to suppress his voice, trying not to let others hear anything unusual.

He was going to spend 100 million spirit stones to buy it, because in his opinion, this was not too much, but he knew that would be counterproductive and would definitely attract the attention of those who were interested. 10 spirit stones was just right, at least in the eyes of everyone, no one would think that this shield was anything special.

The monk from Qingfeng Cliff was extremely surprised. "I've heard that Wang Qiye and Sister Xiaoxiao have an unusual relationship, but now that I see it, it's indeed very common!"

"Junior brother, it's not worth the price." Murong Xiaoxiao, who had been lying on the bed without any reaction, was deeply moved and said weakly to Wang Qiye.

Wang Qiye held her hand tightly in his. "Senior sister, you have to let your junior brother help you."

Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with tears. "Junior brother, you don't have to feel sorry for me. This is the fate of a treasure hunter."

Wang Qiye sighed softly in his heart. The monthly income of Yueyu Tower could easily cost a treasure hunting group their lives.

"I can't control other people's affairs, but I'm going to buy this shield today."

He winked at Duanmu Lan, then left a message to Ruyi, asking her to transfer 10 contribution points to Murong Xiaoxiao.

Duanmu Lan understood what he meant, stretched out his hand, and put the shield into the storage bag.

Murong Xiaoxiao received the 10 spirit stones from Ruyi and was deeply moved. She wanted to return the 10 spirit stones, but she couldn't do it no matter what.

Although the contents of the three large wooden boxes were valuable, they were only sold for more than 30,000 spirit stones, which was not enough to provide compensation for the seven people who died. This was also her biggest concern.

Three cents can stump a hero, and tens of thousands of spirit stones can also stump Murong Xiaoxiao. With this amount of spirit stones, she can at least make the families of the seven deceased live a better life.

"Junior brother, if you didn't already have two wives, I would have given myself to you to repay you." Murong Xiaoxiao finally revealed a bright smile. She could only keep this deep affection and kindness in mind silently, waiting for a chance to repay it later.

“Sister, if you are tired of the life in the treasure hunting group, just come to Yueyu Tower. I will arrange a job for you as a shopkeeper and give you 5,000 spirit stones every month.” Wang Qiye said with some heartache, his eyes full of sincerity and concern.

Murong Xiaoxiao burst into laughter. "Wang Qiye, are you planning to support me?"

Wang Qiye also teased. "Senior sister, please give me a chance."

He really wanted to repay the woman in pink.

When he was young, he was extremely short of spirit stones, and he had been rubbing the spirit stones from this girl in pink. Now she has done him such a big favor, allowing the magical alchemy furnace to be complete.

Otherwise, even if thousands or even millions of years passed, Wang Qiye would never have imagined that when that family fled, they actually split the object into two parts for safety reasons.