Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1113 - 658: Master Gynecologist (chipona and He’s Jade +)
Tai Chongshan nodded. "Has the Second Young Master already met Mr. Sui? What do you think?"
Li Xiuning pondered for a moment and said, "I don’t quite understand what his response to me means."
"Oh?"
Li Xiuning took out a family letter and placed it on the table.
It had only a few words.
"Finally Meet"
Finally meet? At last face to face?
In the distant Dongming sect in Ryukyu.
In the grand, gold-filled great hall, the intricately carved frost flowers on the windows moved with the fan, the wind flowing in, blowing the hair of the person by the window.
Entering people could see that proud and graceful figure, could also see the sea flowers entwined on the hem of the dress, and more so, see the cascading dark hair on the woman’s shoulders...
"Sect Master, the message has been delivered, it’s Lord Shong who privately sent someone to the Central Plains..."
The person reported the message.
The woman then turned her face, fingers pinching a piece of letter paper, her voice like a kite flying, "He has hooked up with Yuwen Huaji, I’m not surprised, just didn’t expect the Central Plains to be so lively lately..."
"I also have the portraits of three people who possess the Longevity Formula here for you."
He stepped forward to present them, then bowed his head, breathing somewhat unsteadily, kneeling and retreating a few steps.
The woman glanced at him sideways, "Leave."
"Yes."
The person didn’t know if he felt relaxed or reluctant as he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and left.
And the woman opened the portraits, after looking at the portraits of two men, she smiled, "Still quite young, about the same age as Wanjing..."
Suddenly she paused, because the third portrait was clearly...
She furrowed her brow thoughtfully, finally folding the portrait carefully, storing it within her sleeve robe, and turned to enter a secret chamber.
Meanwhile, in distant Persia, in a magnificent Western architectural palace, a tall, handsome-featured man opened a letter, read it, and smiled, "The Central Plains is in chaos, the military battle imminent, it seems it’s a great opportunity for us to act..."
Goryeo.
Fu Junnuo stood at the water’s edge, crushing the secret letter in her hand, with worry between her brows, but also resoluteness on her face.
In the distant pavilion, another woman’s eyes flickered, finally resolutely releasing a carrier pigeon.
Turks.
A tall, burly young man punched a large rock, cursing angrily, "That Zhu Long guy... says he found the woman of his life in the Central Plains and refuses to return!"
"Are they together?" asked another middle-aged man nearby.
"No, and he also lost Black Hawk!"
"...." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
The young man spat, muttering, "Master has long demanded his return, he disobeys the master’s orders, I will personally go to bring him back...and also kill that Tuoba Han guy while I’m at it."
A few days ago, Tuoba Han defeated one of their fellow disciples, and it was said that even under Bi Xuan’s door, they were no match for a Turkish bandit, a great humiliation indeed!
"Do not go, Senior Brother Yan Huifeng has already gone..."
"Hmm? It’s okay, I’ll follow later, it’s easier to succeed."
And in a more remote and deep region.
A floating platform with nine levels, with a body painted with numerous ancient patterns, the patterns showing a dark golden hue, like the Divine Rune.
Beneath the floating platform a huge array.
Nine dragon stone pillars, twelve beast heads, nine holes in a row.
Nine elders knelt in nine directions, cutting open their palms with knives, allowing the hot blood to flow and pour into the nine holes.
Spreading throughout the array plate. This is a ritual, a terrifying and great ritual.
"After eighty-one, the god will awaken, leading us to seize the core of the world, returning to that noble world"
An old, withered yet deep voice echoed weirdly in this region....
And reverberated.
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Shong Xiufang visited on the fifth day.
The timing was just right, enough for Sui Yi to recuperate his injuries without disturbance, but not late enough to show insincerity.
Yet when Sui Yi saw Shong Xiufang, she understood that this Elder Shong was at heart a rather forbearing person.
"The body is cold, the blood congested, the moon unstable.....and you often practice dance with bones, this habit is not good," the consistent old physician’s saying was the same here with Sui Yi.
The surroundings had long been cleared of people, with Hell’s Wan Ge beside them resting and cultivating with closed eyes, like a stone sculpture, as if it were only the two of them here.
There was a bit of difficulty on Shong Xiufang’s face, not out of embarrassment to speak, but because she had been tormented lately and wasn’t in good spirits, now sitting on the warm and soft carpet, smelling the minty fragrance wafting from the incense burner, she finally relaxed her expression a bit, saying, "It’s an ailment brought from childhood, beyond medication or treatment, I don’t intend to trouble you today, it’s just that high martial artists with medical skills have also seen some, but all to no avail, an elder said your ability is not native to the Central Plains, might bring hope... so I..."
