Chapter 395 — The Heir Apparent Appears
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That black sun had vanished, and in its place was a sun flashing with yellow-white radiance, wantonly spilling torrents of heat. "The young master won't come to harm, will he? " Snow Fox hastily sent the dragon qilin flying toward that sun.
Ling Yuxiu grew anxious as well and urged the qilin again and again, while Si Yunxiang was overjoyed: "At last I am going to become a pretty young widow.
. . " They flew into the sky, when suddenly the dragon qilin veered and flew down toward those few pillars below. Everyone was startled and looked down, and there on the ground were two figures, and several flood dragons.
The dragon qilin landed; the three girls leapt down hastily, and saw that Shen Mu was drawing a withered, stick-thin girl out of the Dawnboat and laying her flat upon the ground.
Ling Yuxiu hurried forward: "Cowherd, you. .
.
" "Shh. " Shen Mu raised a finger and said softly: "She has fainted.
I am rather good at nursing girls back to health. I made my name as this miracle doctor in the Flower Lanes.
" Ling Yuxiu pinched him hard under the arm and complained: "I was worried to death! " Shen Mu smiled: "I told you there would be no danger.
Open!
" In his eyes layer upon layer of array patterns revolved; he opened the Cinnabar Skies Heaven Eye, then urged the Dragon-Riding Art.
A flood dragon flew over and settled upon him, crouching on his shoulder, its dragon body coiling about his waist. Borrowing the flood dragon's dragon aura, Shen Mu's cultivation soared, and around his pupils yet more layers of array patterns poured out as he opened the Ninefold Heaven Eye directly to examine Yan Jingjing's body.
After a moment he dispersed the Dragon-Riding Art, and the layered heavens in his eyes scattered.
The flood dragon, however, did not come down from his shoulder, but stayed crouched there, very comfortable.
"Maha," the flood dragon yawned, drowsy. Snow Fox ran over hastily, caught the hem of Shen Mu's robe and climbed up: "Get down, get down! Go sleep somewhere else—this is my spot!
" The flood dragon had no choice but to slip down. Snow Fox sat on Shen Mu's shoulder, swinging her two little feet, her snowy white tail swishing smugly behind her.
Shen Mu pondered for a moment, then said: "Ling'er, I will call out the prescription; you go and fetch the medicine. " Snow Fox answered with an "mm," changed from a little girl into a small fox, and slipped into his Taotie Pouch.
The pouch opened, and as Shen Mu recited the names of the herbs one by one, whirlwinds within the pouch carried the herbs flying out.
Seeing how closely the two of them worked together, Ling Yuxiu felt a little jealous of the small fox. She glanced at Si Yunxiang and said with a smile: "No pretty widow for you after all.
" Si Yunxiang said cheerfully: "The cult leader plays like this, and sooner or later he will play himself to death.
There will be plenty of chances to be a pretty widow.
" Shen Mu refined several furnaces of spirit pills and fed them to the unconscious Yan Jingjing, then sorted the remaining pills.
Just then the old clan chief came flying over from beside that sun with several elders, calling from afar: "We could not find young friend Shen—most likely he has already been burned to ash. . .
" Before the words were out of his mouth, he saw Shen Mu. The old men could not hide their shock.
Shen Mu finished sorting the pills: "Ling'er, give her one dose morning and evening. Clan Chief, I have not failed in my charge.
" The old clan chief suppressed the tremor in his heart and said hurriedly: "How did young friend Shen kindle the sun? And how did you come back alive? " Shen Mu said with a smile: "Simple enough. I used the Dragon-Riding Art and had several fire flood dragons lend me their magic power; then I turned the Sun Jade Eye's power to its utmost and threw it into the black sun, and the black sun was kindled.
" He spoke as lightly as wind and clouds, but the old clan chief knew how much Shen Mu had given.