**Chapter 218: Healing Wounds**

**Chapter 218: Healing Wounds**

Qu Shaotan immediately flew into a rage. If not for his two companions holding him back, he would have charged forward with his sleeves rolled up: "Nonsense! The Azure Dragon Sword has been passed down in my Qu family for generations. Everyone in the Ten Realms knows this; how could it be fake!"

Lu Yan let out a light tsk, clearly doing this on purpose to infuriate Qu Shaotan: "I didn't say the Azure Dragon Sword shouldn't be in your family. I just said that the sword you worship is fake. Why get so worked up?"

Qu Shaotan found this even more absurd, his face flushing with indignation: "On what grounds do you say this!"

The Azure Dragon Sword was the last remnant of glory left in his Qu family. It was usually enshrined in the rear hall under the watch of skilled guards, and it was not easy to see. It could be considered a treasure of the clan. How could it possibly be fake?

Lu Yan shrugged: "Believe it or not, it's your choice. The real Azure Dragon Sword resonates when it meets water and stirs waves when it encounters rivers and seas. Go back and test it yourself."

As they were talking, a commotion suddenly arose outside. A man clad in black scaled armor led his subordinates inside. He seemed to be a general, with his hair tied in a high ponytail, around twenty-five years old. Every move he made was disciplined, but his blood-red eyes and pale skin covered in black corpse patterns betrayed his strangeness.

"Who is Lu Yan?"

Even his voice was flat and cold, like a walking corpse.

In an instant, countless eyes in the dining hall focused on Lu Yan.

Lu Yan paused: "..."

No way, karma came this quickly?

Seeing the corpse puppet’s gaze sweeping over, Lu Yan had no choice but to stand up under everyone's watchful eyes and bow with a fist salute: "General Corpse Puppet, this subordinate is Lu Yan."

Under Ying Wujiu, there were five demon generals: Corpse Puppet, Water Sprite, Drought Demon, Wind Fiend, and Thunder Maiden, collectively known as "Corpse-Water-Drought-Wind-Thunder." Lu Yan had met the Wind Fiend yesterday, and the man before him, dressed like a general and neither human nor ghost, was the Corpse Puppet.

Rumor had it that he was once a city guard general in the mortal world who died during a war. However, his soul did not disperse, emitting a powerful aura of malevolence. The previous Demon Lord, Fuguang, encountered him by chance and used magic to turn him into a corpse puppet.

In other words, the person before him was already no different from a walking corpse. He had no emotions, no desires, and patrolled the Floating Moon City year-round with his demonic soldiers, seemingly tireless.

"The Lord summons you. Follow me immediately."

After saying this, the Corpse Puppet turned and left, as cold and unfeeling as ever. Hearing this, Lu Yan felt a sense of relief and immediately followed.

What could Ying Wujiu want with him? Most likely, it was about healing his leg injury. As long as he still had value, the other party probably wouldn’t kill him again easily.

The Corpse Puppet led Lu Yan to the palace entrance and reported through the door:

"Lord, the person has arrived."

A voice devoid of emotion emerged from within, even colder than the Corpse Puppet, like the perennial snows of the Heavenly Mountains or a stagnant pool of water:

"Let him in."

Lu Yan felt himself pushed by the Corpse Puppet, stumbling into the palace. The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off any possibility of escape.

Well, since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. After all, he could resurrect infinitely. At worst, he would die again.

Lu Yan thought this way and felt particularly at ease. He stepped forward calmly to pay his respects. The hall was dimly lit, with black wooden carvings and red silk curtains. These two extreme colors pressed down on one's breath:

"Your subordinate greets the Lord."

Ying Wujiu had sent someone to investigate Lu Yan's background last night. He was the son of a fisherman from Xunling River, selected for his remarkable appearance and innate Yang physique, making him as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

A fisherman, far removed from the profession of medical cultivation...

Ying Wujiu's eyes were dark, his thoughts unknown. With a light flick of his finger, the candles in the room instantly lit up one by one. His left face looked like a fallen immortal under the light and shadow, while his disfigured right face was terrifying. He spoke softly: "Come here."

Lu Yan approached tactfully and hung the silk curtain with a golden hook before kneeling beside the footrest.

Ying Wujiu: "Didn't you say you would treat my injury? Why haven't you started?"

Huh? This Demon Lord really dares to let me treat his injury?

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan glanced at the other person with a flicker of surprise, then quickly withdrew his gaze, focusing inwardly: "I'll have to offend you, Lord. Please bear with it."

At first, Ying Wujiu didn't understand what Lu Yan meant until the latter placed his hand on his right ankle bone and suddenly twisted it. An overwhelming pain surged through his body, causing him to open his eyes abruptly, emitting fierce glares, and he struck out with a palm:

"How dare you!"

Lu Yan was already prepared and dodged nimbly, hurriedly explaining: "Lord, don't be angry. The fire poison has seeped into the bone marrow. It needs to be broken open to draw out the poisonous gas. I have no choice but to do this."

Ying Wujiu was entangled by the Red Lotus Hellfire; even a high-ranking celestial might find it hard to save him. Only Lu Yan, with the energy from the space station, could purify some of it. However, his energy was depleted, and he couldn't afford too much consumption, so he had to use this method.

Ying Wujiu stared at him coldly, enduring the pain, breaking out in a cold sweat: "Why should I believe you?!"

Lu Yan showed no panic: "If you doubt someone, don't use them. If you don't trust me, you can kill me now."

Ying Wujiu, standing where he is, must possess some skill and dignity. Hearing this, he remained silent, and the atmosphere became tense. After an indeterminate amount of time, a faint laugh broke the silence—

"Fine."

"A fine example of 'if you doubt someone, don't use them.' If you can truly heal my injury, I will reward you greatly. But if you can't..."

Lu Yan responded: "Your subordinate will submit to your punishment."

In the Floating Moon City, filled with demons and monsters, such a composed man in blue robes had never appeared. Even though Ying Wujiu usually looked down on everyone, he couldn't help but view Lu Yan differently. He thought that if Lu Yan wasn't a spy sent by the Immortal Sects and had exceptional medical skills, he could be useful.

With this thought, Ying Wujiu subtly dissipated the spiritual energy gathering in his palm. His voice was low and dangerous: "Do as you please. You may take any rare herbs from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, but keep your mouth shut about things you shouldn't speak of."

In other words, even the foundational elixirs could be used by Lu Yan for cultivation, but he couldn't reveal anything about his condition.

Lu Yan nodded: "Your subordinate will follow your instructions."

During the subsequent treatment, Ying Wujiu did not make any extreme moves. He stared expressionlessly at Lu Yan's hands, watching him cut open his skin with a sharp blade, revealing the white bones, and using an unknown spiritual energy to draw out the fire poison.

Lu Yan harbored some resentment towards the person in front of him for causing his death five times, so he didn't show much mercy, focusing on speed and precision without mentioning anesthesia. Yet, Ying Wujiu endured silently throughout, as if the leg wasn't his.

Lu Yan couldn't help but give the other person a deep look.

"Warning! Energy insufficient!"

"Warning! Energy insufficient!"

A notification suddenly sounded, finally bringing Lu Yan back to his senses. He glanced at the electronic panel showing only 1% of energy left and withdrew his hand from Ying Wujiu's wound, saying:

"Lord, this subordinate's abilities are limited; I can only treat you this far today."

With Ying Wujiu's level of cultivation, he could naturally see that Lu Yan had no cultivation whatsoever. He gave a faint glance at Lu Yan's right hand, harboring curiosity: "You haven't cultivated immortality, so where did this spiritual energy come from?"

Lu Yan's movements imperceptibly paused before returning to normal. "To be honest with Lord, this subordinate was born with this spiritual energy, but it can neither fight nor kill, only heal wounds."

In this world of immortals, everyone has their own destiny, so this excuse wasn't too far-fetched.

Ying Wujiu had merely asked out of casual interest, as Lu Yan didn't pose any threat in his eyes. Hearing this, he didn't delve further. He closed his eyes, slightly weary, the bridge of his nose casting a butterfly-wing-like shadow on his cheeks. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his pale skin exuded an aura of death and coldness, making him seem more like a corpse than a living being:

"You may leave."

The low voice echoed in the grand hall, making it feel even more silent.

"This subordinate takes his leave."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yan was about to leave, but then he paused, remembering something. He noticed the wound on Ying Wujiu's right leg, which he had slashed open with a blade, revealing white bone. Although he knew such an injury meant little to a cultivator, he still extended his right hand over the wound. A faint blue light flashed, and the wound immediately healed.

Ying Wujiu sensed something amiss and subconsciously opened his eyes, only to see Lu Yan turning away, the figure in light green disappearing beyond the hall's entrance.

The Demon Realm was always dull and lacked secrets; any small matter could spread throughout the entire Floating Moon City in an instant. Ever since Lu Yan was personally taken away by the Corpse Puppet General to serve beside Ying Wujiu, others knew he had caught the Lord's attention and sought to curry favor. However, a group led by Qu Shaotan still looked down on Lu Yan, often sneering and mocking him.

"Sigh, now I know what it means to turn from a sparrow into a phoenix. What's so special about Lu Yan? Why does he catch the Lord's eye?"

On this day, while everyone was cleaning inside the hall, Lu Yan was notably absent, causing some resentment. Qu Shaotan, already irritated by these words, glared fiercely at the speaker: "Do you have to mention him?!"

What was so special about Lu Yan?

Of course, he had a particularly annoying mouth!

Ever since Qu Shaotan was mocked for having a fake sword, he hadn't slept well for several nights, eagerly awaiting the day off to go home and chop off Lu Yan's head with the Azure Dragon Sword!

Tang Su, listening to their sour remarks, finally couldn't hold back and threw the broom to the ground: "Talking behind someone's back is no skill. If you have the guts, say it to Lu Yan's face!"

Yu Feng, Qu Shaotan's lackey, sneered upon hearing this: "It's a waste of time defending him. Lu Yan hasn't even brought you up with him. The Lord has chosen attendants before, but few last more than three months. Let's see how long Lu Yan lasts!"

Unaware that he had become the center of gossip, Lu Yan was in the pharmacy, flipping through medical texts and jade slips, feeling troubled. After treating Ying Wujiu for some time, he confirmed that there was a soul within him, but how to retrieve it was the question.

Despite appearing bedridden and weak, Ying Wujiu's strength was formidable, making it impossible to gauge his true capabilities. Acting rashly would be suicidal.

Lu Yan could only try to gain Ying Wujiu's trust first and then proceed cautiously. After finishing a volume of medical texts, he saw that it was almost dark and prepared to return to his room. Unexpectedly, as he was leaving, he noticed a black figure hidden on the beam, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Don't make a sound!"

Realizing he had been spotted, the person leaped behind Lu Yan, pressing a thin, blade-like knife against his throat, growling fiercely:

"If you dare to shout, I'll end your life right here!"