ng.

    "Huh? Yi'er, that's the magical herb, the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass. Quickly pluck one of its leaves; the life force it contains can help heal your wounds," Liu Hao said upon seeing the herb, addressing Qin Yi.

    "Like master, like disciple. Both greedy. Especially you, my leaf saved you, and you repay me with ingratitude, humph!" The Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass was displeased, wagging its leaves at Liu Hao accusingly.

    The herb wished it could take human form to rush up and give Liu Hao a good beating.

    "It's alright, Master. I already have a leaf, and the life force within it is enough to heal me," Qin Yi waved his hand, indicating that Liu Hao shouldn't trouble the herb further.

    Seeing this, Liu Hao didn't say more and began meditating to recover. He quickly realized his body contained dispersed life energy and pure lightning power, making him think of the herb's words and Qin Yi's injuries.

    "Yi'er..." Tears glistened in Liu Hao's eyes as he understood that Qin Yi's state was all because of him.

    Meanwhile, Qin Yi was meditating, absorbing the spiritual energy from his surroundings. The energy entering his body brought intense pain. The leaf he held emitted life energy, gradually healing his wounds.

    He felt as if an army of ants were gnawing at him, a torment hard to bear.

    For the first time, Qin Yi felt he was truly on the brink of death.

    "Am I going to die?" The question echoed in his mind.

    "No! I can't die! I haven't avenged my parents yet. I can't die like this. I refuse to accept it! I refuse!" Darkness engulfed his vision, but a sliver of light remained, fiercely resisting.

    Outside.

    Qin Yi's face showed pure agony, a fierce killing intent emanating from his body. The Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass, witnessing this, grew tense.

    "Kid, you promised to take me out. Don’t die here."

    "Yi'er, you must hold on!" Liu Hao was distressed seeing Qin Yi's pained expression, feeling equally helpless.

    As Qin Yi's master, Liu Hao felt utterly useless, unable to assist due to his own injuries.

    "Brother Qin Yu, I’m so sorry…" Liu Hao looked skyward, his words filled with self-reproach and anger.

    At this moment, Qin Yi's vision darkened completely, as if the darkness would devour him.

    "Swish."

    A translucent spear shot from Qin Yi's forehead, flying like the wind.

    The spear's tip pierced the darkness, scattering it and bringing blinding light to Qin Yi's eyes.

    "Father? Is that you?" Qin Yi's voice trembled.

    The translucent spear transformed into a refined middle-aged man, who was none other than Qin Yi's recently deceased father, Qin Yu.

    "Yi'er, are you alright?" The illusionary Qin Yu asked.

    Hearing the familiar voice, Qin Yi w

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