Chapter 3047 — Taganlong Recovers

"Mm, it seems the Sun family's mental cultivation formula really is no ordinary thing!" Elder Xuanchen nodded and said, "Little One, take Taganlong to rest now. Give him a Minor Restoration Pill, and he should be awake by tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, Master!" Little One nodded hurriedly and led Taganlong away to rest.

Once Little One and Taganlong had left, only Elder Xuanchen and Little Eleven remained in the room. Elder Xuanchen turned and looked at Little Eleven, sighing softly. Some things could not be said in front of Little One; only after he was gone did Elder Xuanchen speak. "Eleven, your father has no way either! I cannot cultivate the Fuxi Nine Needles, so there is simply no way I can help you dissolve the true qi inside them!"

"What? Then what am I supposed to do? Am I going to be like this for the rest of my life? I won't even be able to lie down and rest?" Little Eleven was instantly stricken with panic, her voice turning hoarse and shrill. "Dad, you have to think of something!"

"There is no way!" Elder Xuanchen shook his head. "Unless Wei Zhao steps in to help you."

"Then let him step in, all right? Whatever he needs, we give it to him! Doesn't he want Qi Gathering Pills? We'll give them to him, we'll give him a few extra, just let him save me, all right?" Little Eleven said urgently. "There's a saying that goes, to take, one must first give. We give him the benefits first, and then once he has healed me, we kill him. How about that?"

"Little Eleven!" Elder Xuanchen suddenly shouted. "Stop this nonsense! Give Wei Zhao Qi Gathering Pills? He is already an early-stage Heaven Rank expert. A few more Qi Gathering Pills and he would rise straight to the peak of the late stage—and then who could kill him? Only a large group of experts attacking together! Besides, would White Leader be willing? Could he just stand by and watch a whole crowd of experts besiege Wei Zhao?"

"That..." Little Eleven immediately shut her mouth. After a long while, she said in a aggrieved tone, "Then... then what am I supposed to do..."

"I will help you slowly pull out the silver needles. As for your meridians and your dantian, forget them—it is better to do without. You will just be an ordinary person. As for the injuries from the blast, they will not kill you. I will treat them for you. It will not be possible to restore you to how you were, but once you are dressed, no one will see them!" Elder Xuanchen was in truth most unwilling to accept this, but some things could not be solved by unwillingness alone.

"What? Then I will be a cripple, won't I? How am I supposed to marry Senior Brother now?" Little Eleven was greatly alarmed and asked at once.

"Marry Little One? Forget it. With all your strength gone and you reduced to a cripple, it is impossible that he would marry you." Elder Xuanchen waved his hand. "In the future, he is to step into that plane together with me, while you must remain on this side. I cannot even guarantee that I will be able to bring you up to Cloud Terrace Island—in theory, it is impossible. So I intend to marry you to another disciple I think rather highly of!"

"Who is it? Is he handsome?" Little Eleven asked at once. In truth, she did not have much feeling for Little One either; she was, like Elder Xuanchen, cold by nature and cruel of heart.

"Kang Zhaoming. You should have met him," Elder Xuanchen said.

"Ah? I know him. All right, then him!" Little Eleven was instantly overjoyed. Kang Zhaoming was a genuine outstanding figure—handsome, dashing, and elegant—otherwise he could never have bewitched Little Fen so thoroughly back then. And when he came to the Xuandan Sect and seduced Little Taohong, it had been effortless, which was proof enough that Kang Zhaoming had every quality of a pretty-faced charmer.

So when Little Eleven heard the name, she agreed without a second thought. But then a doubt arose. "By the way, hasn't Kang Zhaoming already engaged himself to Little Taohong of the Xuandan Sect? Then I cannot be the lesser wife—I have to be the principal one!"

"You need not worry about that. Besides, Kang Zhaoming has already broken off his engagement with Little Taohong. The two of them are not suited to each other. Kang Zhaoming's temperament is much like yours and mine—sinister and vicious. Little Taohong is not suited to be with him; the two of them have no common ground!" Elder Xuanchen waved his hand. "You two, on the other hand, should have plenty to talk about, so I intend to bring you together!"

"That is wonderful—it saves me the trouble of thinking up a way to poison Little Taohong to death!" Little Eleven said with delight.

"However, though you are my daughter, I know this disciple Kang Zhaoming very well. His sinister nature yields nothing to mine. You are merely ruthless and vicious, but you lack his cunning. I fear you will suffer at his hands in the future, so your father will teach you a set of supreme skills!" Elder Xuanchen said to Little Eleven.

"Oh? What supreme skills?" Little Eleven was slightly taken aback.

"Supreme bedchamber skills!" Elder Xuanchen waved his hand. "Your looks may be a thousand times, ten thousand times fairer than that Little Taohong's, but those scars left on your body are a fatal flaw. I fear that when the time comes, Kang Zhaoming will lose interest in you; out of respect for me, he will not break off with you, but he will not touch you either—and then your fate will be most wretched! This set of bedchamber arts can bind Kang Zhaoming to you and make him linger and never want to leave!"

It had to be said that when it came to scheming against people, Elder Xuanchen was still far more formidable than Kang Zhaoming. Without even realizing it, Kang Zhaoming had been plotted against by Elder Xuanchen and his daughter...

"Good, Dad, then teach me quickly!" Having lost her strength, Little Eleven had actually calmed down. From now on, she would have to rely on Kang Zhaoming to deal with people; only by locking down Kang Zhaoming's heart could she make him help her deal with others all the better.

"Mm, but before that, I will first remove all the silver needles from your body," Elder Xuanchen said.

"All right..." Little Eleven nodded.

And so, from Elder Xuanchen's room came a shrieking like a pig being slaughtered. Anyone who did not know better would have thought Elder Xuanchen was killing his own daughter!

However, when Little One saw Little Eleven on Elder Xuanchen's bed, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, the corner of his mouth twitched twice. It seemed the silver needles had finally been removed from Little Eleven's body, but she had been blasted into this pitiful state!

Although Little Eleven's face had not been damaged, her body must surely be a sight too horrible to behold. Even Elder Xuanchen's deluxe edition of wound medicine could not restore a blasted-apart rear and chest!

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