Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

"Cough cough cough—"

A cough came from the side room, and Wu Liang turned his head to look.

have to.

There's also a servant here who's been dead for three years.

He stood up, stretched his stiff shoulders, picked up a bottle of Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pills, and walked towards the next room.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a wave of heat hit me.

The water in the wooden bucket was no longer bright red, but it still had a slight warmth.

Hei Jiu sat in the tub with his eyes closed.

His complexion remained grim.

However, it's better than last night; at least it doesn't seem like it's about to stop breathing at any moment.

Wu Liang walked over and reached out to check his pulse.

Hei Jiu opened his eyes.

"Is it dawn?"

"Um."

Wu Liang nodded. "You're not dead. Congratulations."

Hei Jiu said coldly, "You're not dead either."

Wu Liang laughed. "Of course I'm not dead. You, my servant, haven't even started working yet, how could I bear to die?"

Hei Jiu ignored him.

Wu Liang handed him a Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill.

"have eaten."

Hei Jiu took the medicine and didn't ask any more questions.

This change pleased Wu Liang greatly.

At least this old man knows to follow the doctor's orders now.

"Don't wander off today."

Wu Liang instructed, "Don't use your internal energy, and definitely don't drink alcohol."

Hei Jiu raised his eyes.

"Are you going out?"

"nonsense."

Wu Liang yawned. "I'm not just taking care of you as a patient."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered Jiang Qingluan.

My heart skipped a beat.

I didn't go last night.

That little vixen didn't wait all night, did she?

Surely... no way?

Given her proud and arrogant nature, she probably doesn't care at all.

Wu Liang touched his nose.

Forget it.

I'll explain tonight.

At worst, I'll just get glared at.

Anyway, she might not necessarily be able to beat me now.

Thinking of this, Wu Liang felt a little more relaxed.

At this time,

Hei Jiu had already come out of the wooden tub and changed into clothes that Wu Liang had asked Du Juan to find for him.

Although the clothes were not luxurious, they were clean and tidy, much better than the tattered clothes I wore yesterday.

He sat on the couch, his face still ashen, but he no longer looked like he had just been dug out of a grave.

Wu Liang walked over, not forgetting to make a joke.

"Old Black, you really look like a human being after taking a shower."

Hei Jiu raised his eyelids.

"Black Nine".

"Okay, Black Nine."

Wu Liang sat down and held out his hand. "Here, give me your hand."

Hei Jiu handed over his wrist.

The instant Wu Liang placed three fingers on his pulse point—

【Ding! 】

[Daily Good Deed Quest Triggered.]

[Accept the quest - Heal Mo Jiuyou?]

[Task Reward: 1 Gold Attribute]

Wu Liang froze instantly!

Mo... Mo Jiuyou?!

He almost flicked his finger off the Black Nine Meridians.

Mo Jiuyou!

Eighth in the world!

The leader of the Underworld Cult!

Demon Lord of Youdu!

That powerful figure in the demonic path who challenged Gu Changzui, the Sword Immortal of Wine, and who, according to storytellers, could stop a child from crying.

What about this foul-mouthed, insane old man who was kicked out of the Jishi Hall and signed a three-year servant contract?

Wu Liang's mind went blank, and his whole body went numb!

After the initial shock came overwhelming joy.

I rely on!

Make big!

This is more than just picking up an old servant.

This is like picking up the eighth place in the world!

But Wu Liang showed no sign of joy on his face.

He forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart, continuing to pretend he knew nothing, and even frowned as if he were carefully taking a pulse.

Hei Jiu glanced at him.

"What's wrong?"

Wu Liang steadied himself and said calmly, "It's nothing, your pulse is still exceptionally bad."

After saying that, he silently recited it in his mind without hesitation.

receive!

[Task accepted.]

The light curtain dissipated.

Wu Liang was still feeling a little smug.

He secretly glanced at Hei Jiu.

Eighth in the world.

He served as a servant for three years.

Putting these two words together is utterly absurd.

He couldn't help but touch the document in his pocket.

Still.

well.

Hei Jiu frowned. "What are you touching?"

Wu Liang said in a serious tone, "Let's see if my three-year-old servant still has room for appreciation."

Hei Jiu sneered, "I'm worthless now."

Wu Liang chuckled inwardly.

Worthless?

You're worth a fortune!

But of course he wouldn't say it out loud.

Why bother saying it out loud?

Since this old guy is hiding his identity, it means the trouble behind him must be terrifyingly big.

Pretending not to know is the only way to continue taking advantage.

Wu Liang continued to examine his pulse and then checked the changes after the medicinal bath the previous night.

The situation is better than yesterday.

But it only got a little better.

The thunder and fire were suppressed a little, and the deathly aura of annihilation was also partially dispelled by the Longevity Technique, but the injuries in the meridians were still shocking.

Especially those meridians that have been repeatedly torn apart by sword energy, thunder and fire, and death energy, are in many places that are already in a terrible state.

Wu Liang frowned.

Hei Jiu said calmly, "You figured it out?"

"Um."

"Even if I don't die, I'll just be a cripple in the future."

Hei Jiu spoke calmly, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

"The meridians are broken, the internal energy is scattered, and several injuries are intertwined."

"Your three-year service contract is probably worthless."

Wu Liang's heart sank.

That won't do.

If you're just a regular Black Nine, then you're doomed.

But you are Mo Jiuyou!

A useless Mo Jiuyou is just a foul-mouthed old man.

A fully recovered Mo Jiuyou would be the eighth strongest in the world!

The difference is huge.

Wu Liang thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "You must have seen quite a lot."

Hei Jiu looked up at him.

Wu Liang continued, "Is there no way in this world to reconnect severed meridians or restore lost skills?"

Hei Jiu remained silent for a moment.

He then shook his head.

"Unheard of."

Wu Liang frowned. "Not even a little bit?"

"At least I have never seen it before."

Hei Jiu said calmly, "Once the meridians are severed, one's power is lost, and the foundation is destroyed. There may be medicines to prolong life and methods to extend life, but to restore the meridians and power of someone whose meridians have been completely destroyed..."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"As difficult as ascending to heaven."

Wu Liang remained silent.

But I kept this in mind.

Nothing in this world is difficult if you put your mind to it.

The path ahead is currently unknown.

He patted Hei Jiu on the shoulder.

Don't be discouraged.

"You have a foul mouth and a tough life. Even the King of Hell might find you annoying and refuse to take you."

Hei Jiu said coldly, "If I were to truly recover, the first thing I would do is break your legs."

Wu Liang chuckled.

"I am your master, how dare you kill me?"

……