Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

When the medical team rushed into the duty room, they carefully removed the unconscious Gu Xiaoyun from Chen Xing's back.

When Chen Xing was laid flat on the stretcher, he felt a cold, damp sensation on his back.

His body was already completely soaked with cold sweat and Gu Xiaoyun's blood.

That smell was a mixture of blood and sweat.

And a faint, girlish fragrance unique to Gu Xiaoyun made him feel somewhat dazed.

Watching the medical team quickly push Gu Xiaoyun towards the emergency room deep in the corridor.

Chen Xing's nerves, which had been stretched to their limit, finally relaxed slightly.

An overwhelming sense of fatigue and weakness swept over my entire body like a tidal wave.

His legs went weak and he almost knelt down. He quickly reached out and grabbed the cold wall to steady himself.

The emergency room door slammed shut.

He leaned against the cold corridor wall, panting heavily, each breath burning with pain.

The aftereffects of excessive use of Thunderclap Nine Explosions and the Undying True Body began to fully manifest.

The meridians feel like they are being scorched by a raging fire, the internal organs ache faintly, the qi and blood are severely depleted, and there are bouts of dizziness in the head.

He slowly raised his hand and looked down.

His hands were covered in dried, blackened blood, including the dark red filthy blood of a transformed demon beast.

There was the dark purple poisonous blood of the Shadow members, but more of it was Gu Xiaoyun's bright red blood.

……

The corridor was quiet.

The only sounds were the faint ticking of the medical equipment in the emergency room and his own heavy breathing.

Time passed by second by second, and each second felt incredibly long.

About half an hour later, the red light above the emergency room appeared.

With a "pop," it went out.

Chen Xing immediately leaned against the wall and stood up straight.

The door was pushed open, and a person wearing green surgical scrubs appeared.

A middle-aged doctor, wearing a mask and with tired but composed eyes, came out.

He took off his mask, revealing a slightly pale face.

His gaze swept over the man leaning against the wall, covered in blood.

Chen Xing stared intently at him.

"The injured person is out of danger."

The doctor's voice was hoarse from the surgery, but his tone was firm.

"The wound was very deep, running diagonally from the left shoulder to the lower right chest, only half an inch away from the aorta."

"Severe blood loss, slight organ tremors."

"However, she has a very strong physique and vitality, and she was brought in in time."

"The rescue measures were in place, and the vital signs have now stabilized."

Chen Xing's tense body finally relaxed completely.

An indescribable mix of exhaustion and relief instantly washed over me.

He bowed slightly to the doctor, his expression sincere.

Her voice was hoarse but clear: "Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome, it's our duty."

The doctor waved his hand, looking at Chen Xing, who was equally disheveled and weak.

I couldn't help but ask one more question.

"You...are you also seriously injured? Do you need some treatment?"

"I'm fine. Just a superficial injury."

Chen Xing shook his head, his gaze passing over the doctor and looking into the emergency room.

"Can I go in and take a look?"

"Okay, but be quiet and don't disturb her."

"The anesthesia hasn't completely worn off yet; she needs to rest."

The doctor nodded and stepped aside.

Chen Xing took a deep breath and walked with slightly unsteady but as light a step as possible.

I entered the private ward next to the emergency room.

The ward was quiet and the lighting was soft.

Gu Xiaoyun lay quietly on the clean white hospital bed, her eyes closed.

Long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her pale cheeks.

Her face was still deathly pale from blood loss, and her lips were bloodless.

But his breathing was steady and long, and the white bandage on his chest rose and fell slightly with each breath.

The dark blue battle suit, soaked in blood and almost tattered, had been replaced.

She was covered with a thin, white blanket.

Her long, light pink hair was scattered on the pillow, making her look less heroic and aloof, and more vulnerable and serene.

Chen Xing sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, his body sinking into the soft backrest.

He looked at Gu Xiaoyun's sleeping profile, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.

There was relief, lingering fear, guilt, and more...

This girl was a complete stranger to him; their relationship was formed solely through a chance encounter and a temporary collaboration.

But at the most dangerous moment of life and death, he did not hesitate for a moment.

She shielded him from that blow with her own body.

That sword strike almost cost her her life.

He didn't even have a chance to properly say thank you.

……

Exhaustion washed over him like a tide, and Chen Xing leaned back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept restlessly, his brow furrowed, even in his sleep.

His right hand unconsciously gripped the end of the Sky-Splitting Staff that was resting against his leg, and his body leaned slightly forward.

They maintain a posture that allows them to suddenly launch a fight at any moment.

He hadn't changed out of his blood-stained black combat uniform.

The bloodstains had dried and hardened, emitting a faint fishy smell.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sky outside the window was still pitch black.

The ward was so quiet that only the regular low hum of the medical equipment and the two people's soft breathing could be heard.

On the hospital bed, Gu Xiaoyun's thick eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes.

Her vision was somewhat blurry; the lingering effects of the anesthesia and the weakness from blood loss made her head spin.

She subconsciously rolled her eyes, taking in her surroundings.

An unfamiliar ceiling, soft lighting, thick bandages covering my body, and a dull, throbbing pain.

Memories flooded back, and she remembered.

In the mining area, a transformed monster, that fatal claw strike.

And... myself, standing in front of Chen Xing.

She didn't die.

She tilted her head slightly, and then her gaze settled on the chair beside the bed.

Chen Xing leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

He was sleeping soundly, but his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he were still fighting a powerful enemy in his dream.

His usually sharp profile looked less stern in the soft light.

He looked a bit tired, but also... a bit youthful.

His combat uniform was stained with dark red blood, some of which had dried and hardened in places.

But his right hand still gripped the end of his iconic Sky-Splitting Staff tightly.

The body is in a posture that allows it to spring up at any moment.

He stayed by her bedside, covered in blood.

Armed with weapons in hand, he maintained the highest level of vigilance even in his sleep.

Gu Xiaoyun looked at him quietly, her pale silver eyes reflecting his sleeping profile.

I watched it for a very long time.

Then, her bloodless lips, almost imperceptibly...

It bent slightly upwards.

She didn't make a sound or move; she simply closed her eyes again.

Let that feeling of peace wash over you.

And a subtle feeling, which she herself was unaware of, quietly flowed through her heart.

Silence returned to the ward.

……

As dawn broke, the first rays of light shone through the window.

Chen Xing suddenly woke up with a start.

The moment he opened his eyes, a trace of the sharp killing intent from his dream lingered in them, but it quickly disappeared.

His first glance was at the hospital bed.

Gu Xiaoyun was still sleeping peacefully, her breathing was steady, and her complexion seemed better than last night.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his stiff body slightly, stood up, and walked to the window.

Pulling back the curtains slightly, the golden-red light of dawn instantly flooded in, bathing the ward in a warm glow.

In the distance, the outlines of cities in the Southern Theater Command gradually became clear in the morning light, and a new day began.

Chen Xing looked down at his hands.

The bloodstains had dried on the skin, forming a dark red scab.

With a slight thought, his purple-gold blood and qi began to circulate slowly within his body, though it was still depleted.

However, the terrifying regenerative power of the SS-level Undying Battle Saint Body has begun to take effect, and the feeling of weakness has been greatly reduced.

He felt the power coursing through his body...

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Chen Xing took out his phone; the screen displayed a message from Lu Ya, as concise and direct as ever:

"I heard you've got yourself into something big again? A fourth-tier transformed demon beast?"

"And that little girl from Jiangnan Martial Arts University?"