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Qing Yang was naturally not that weak. If he was beaten to a pulp after sparring with Yanran, then he would no longer need to mention the matter of revenge or hatred. He could just find a tender onion and insert himself into it.

Of course, the Dongfang Bo duo naturally didn't know about Qingyang. If it was an ordinary cultivator, they would most likely be crippled for half their lives. But was Qingyang a normal person?

"Hmm, I believe boss won't be so easily crippled, but we still need some healing medicine." Qing Yangming replied softly.

"That's right. Qingyang, even if you're a body refiner, you still need some miraculous pills and medicines that can be used to reconstruct your bones with regards to such heavy injuries." Dongfang Bo immediately echoed after hearing Qingyang's words.

Qingyang also knew that he could not refuse these two people, not to mention that they were sincerely worried for him, so he nodded in agreement while feeling moved in his heart. Qingyang Ming naturally stayed behind to take care of Qingyang, while Dongfang Bo left the room and immediately ordered everyone around to search for a medicinal pill to restore his bones.

"Brother Qingyang, I'll be right next to you, sitting in meditation. If you have anything to say, just say it." Qing Yangming also understood that what Qingyang needed the most right now was for him to calm down and rest. Thus, he walked to the empty space beside him and sat down to meditate.

With a soft grunt, he was no longer able to move other than his head and one of his arms. With a bitter smile, he focused his attention on his crippled body.

Although his internal organs were not heavily injured, they were basically displaced. His originally boundless star power was completely depleted after the attack with Yanran, and the last bit of star power was currently revolving extremely slowly in his Dantian.

Qingyang let out a long sigh. He was both helpless and laughable. He had sparred with Yanran, a young girl who had just recently joined the sect, but had been injured so badly by her that he had been waiting for her to make a move. Unexpectedly, Yanran had made a move, and he had also made a fool of himself.

Looking at his current situation, even with Qingyang's tyrannical body, it would still take at least ten days to half a month to recover from feeding those miraculous pills and medicine that had been molded and reattached to his body like candy.

"I wonder what kind of technique that girl Yanran used to be so powerful. My physical body should be even stronger than an ordinary initial stage Sun God Stage expert. To think that I would end up like this. Tsk tsk." When he thought of his current appearance, Qingyang could not help but praise Yanran a few times. After revealing a smile, he grimaced in pain.

"It seems like right now, I can only lie like this. I have to rely on my ancestor's blood essence to reconstruct my meridians and bones, and on the other hand, I can only rely on the wood power in my star power to slowly restore my bones." After slightly suppressing the pain, Qingyang sighed in his heart.

Rather than just staring at the rafters in a daze, he might as well focus on his cultivation. If his strength increased by a bit, then the possibility of revenge in the future would increase. Of course, Qingyang understood this principle.

After his spirit had sunk into his dantian, looking at the ancestral spirit blood that was still floating in his dantian, Qingyang controlled the remaining star power to slowly repair the damaged meridians and bones in his body, and at the same time, he drank the drop of the ancestral spirit blood bit by bit, pouring an enormous amount of energy into every part of his body to restore those shattered meridians and bones.

Cultivators fought the heavens for their lives. Not to mention the fact that their souls were destroyed, even the destruction of their flesh was a normal thing. So, Qingyang didn't have any complaints and silently repaired his damaged body.

His meridians and bones, after being infused with the immense energy contained within the Ancestral Voodoo blood, did indeed live up to Qingyang's expectations and were slowly being reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His meridians were wider and thicker, but his bones were more crystalline and tougher, as if they were carved from gold and jade. The damaged parts of Qingyang's body were also more solid and tyrannical.

Qing Yang's body, which had regained its vitality, also gradually absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turned it into star power. More and more star power was also thrown into the reconstruction of his meridians and bones.

However, Dongfang Bo had been immersed in it for the past few days and had yet to wake up. Qing Yangming had also informed Dongfang Bo of this matter, and in the midst of his surprise, Dongfang Bo was also incomparably happy.

How could ancestral spirit blood be ordinary? After many years of refining the Ancestral Voodoo blood and training his body with the heavenly thunder, not only was Qingyang's physical body extremely tyrannical, his recovery ability was also extremely terrifying. However, Qingyang had not been discovered at all, and the more severe the physical injury, the stronger Qingyang would become after his recovery.

Qingyang was still immersed in cultivation, and Yanran, who woke up the next day, felt guilty besides crying. After helping Qingyang Ming, she stayed by his side all day.

Seeing her beloved suffering such pain was all due to her own whim, she felt even more heartache blaming Dongfang Yanran.

The sixth day after Qingyang sank into cultivation, he finally slowly exited his cultivation state. Before he even opened his eyes, Qingyang already felt that his reborn meridian channels were incomparably wide, and the surging star power inside was even more than before. His bones and muscles were all different, if Qingyang was a sharp treasured sword in the past, then the current him was a battle blade, heavy and tyrannical!

"Brother Qingyang, you're awake!" Yanran, who had been staring at Qingyang, suddenly discovered that her beloved man was slowly opening his eyes. She immediately felt a burst of bitterness in her heart and cried out of joy, "It's all Yanran's fault. It caused Qingyang gege to be injured like this."

Just as he opened his eyes, he saw Yanran's tear-filled self-reproach. Qingyang was astonished and touched at the same time, he rubbed Yanran's head and smiled, "Silly girl, what are you crying for? Am I not well? "

The still crying Yanran ignored Qingyang's consolation and threw herself into Qingyang's arms, insolently crying. It was as if she wanted to vent all the self-blame and sadness she had felt over the past few days into her heart.

Qingyang gently embraced Yanran. He silently enjoyed the warmth of being away for a couple of days. He felt his chest become a little wet before softly saying, "Thanks for Yanran's attack. Otherwise, I might not be able to reconstruct my body. I will naturally not be as strong as I am now."

"Brother Qingyang, is what you said true?" As she choked with sobs, she lifted her tear-stained face and spoke softly.

"Of course, although I have not broken through to the next stage, my body's toughness has increased by quite a bit. The energy in my body is much stronger than before the battle!" With a laugh, Qingyang lovingly looked at the makeup on Yanran's face and softly said.

Sometimes, the more you try to persuade a woman, the more you say that you have nothing to do, and the more remorseful she becomes. From a different point of view, the effect would be much better if you said that you were better than before.

As expected, after hearing Qingyang's words, Yanran finally stopped crying. Qingyang also curiously asked, "Yanran, what technique did you use that day? How could he be so powerful? My physical body is comparable to an early stage Sun God, but I actually wasn't able to take a single blow from you. "

Tightening and tightening her arms around Qingyang, Yanran felt much more at ease before softly replying, "That is an extremely overbearing move from the Grand Moon Scripture, named Grand Moon. I have only used the weakest level, New Moon."