Chapter 1590: Chapter 1590: Still Foolishly Silly Without Beating

"Elder Ao, it’s done." Han Yan pushed open the door and said to Ao Fangchen who was waiting outside.

"Done? So quickly!" Ao Fangchen exclaimed.

Considering the extensive efforts made by him and Jin Qisheng to heal Han Yutang’s injuries, they had only managed to heal his muscles and bones after all these days, with no solution for his damaged Qi Sea. Although he did not doubt Han Yan’s words, he expected that even if she could truly heal Han Yutang, it would take at least ten days to half a month. Yet, it had been just a quarter of an hour, and she claimed it was done.

"Completely healed?" Ao Fangchen asked instinctively.

"Completely healed." Han Yan replied.

Upon hearing Han Yan’s affirmative response, Ao Fangchen rushed into the Quiet Room.

"Ah... it hurts to death, it hurts to death!" Han Yutang happened to wake up at this moment and screamed in agony before even opening his eyes.

"Yutang!" Ao Fangchen exclaimed in shock.

Han Yutang then opened his eyes, his scream abruptly ceased, first showing confusion, then great joy.

"I’m healed, my injuries are completely healed." Feeling the Qi condensing slowly in his Qi Sea, Han Yutang laughed and cried with joy like a madman.

"Yutang, are you alright?" Ao Fangchen cautiously asked, worried by Yutang’s seemingly frenzied state.

"Master, I’ve healed, my injuries are completely healed, boohoo..." Han Yutang hugged Ao Fangchen and cried with joy.

"That’s good, that’s good." Ao Fangchen quickly used his Divine Sense to examine Yutang. Sure enough, his shattered Qi Sea had restored to its former state, even stronger and more vast than before. It was truly extraordinarily healed, and Ao Fangchen also cried tears of joy as he patted Yutang’s back.

"Young Master Mu, Lady Ye, thank you for your great help in healing Yutang’s injuries. This profound debt of gratitude is something that my disciple and I will never forget!" After a long time, Ao Fangchen composed himself and thanked Han Yan and Ye Yanran profoundly, then heavily kicked Han Yutang, "What are you standing there for? Hurry and thank Young Master Mu."

Knowing Yutang’s injuries were fully healed, Ao Fangchen kicked him harder than before.

"Thank you, thank you." Yutang winced in pain but quickly got up to thank Han Yan repeatedly.

"No need for thanks, it was something I promised to do." Han Yan returned a courtesy. Internally, she found it amusing; if they knew what Ye Yanran just did to Yutang, she wondered if they would still be grateful.

"By the way, you’re about to head to Beiyuan Fog Abyss, take this gift with you," Ao Fangchen said, handing Han Yan a golden short bow.

"This is..." Han Yan’s heart trembled. As soon as she received the Golden Short Bow, she felt the unique aura of a Divine Artifact, but it was severely damaged, with illegible engravings where the name was originally. Thus, it didn’t feel very powerful.

"I found this after great hardship while training at North Abyss Misty Plain years ago; it’s a Divine Artifact too, but too damaged to repair. I named it Spirit Heart Bow. The bow originally had three short arrows; I used one for survival back at North Abyss Misty Plain, and Yutang wasted one recently in the Holy Soul Illusion Realm, leaving only this last one. Unless it’s a matter of life and death, don’t waste it," Ao Fangchen said seriously while handing the final golden short arrow to Han Yan.

"Thank you." Han Yan took the short arrow without hesitation.

She then realized that the arrow Han Yutang shot in the Holy Soul Illusion Realm was from this short bow. Although the power seemed unimpressive, the speed and accuracy were unparalleled, even against Old Qilin Jue Dang.

No wonder Ao Fangchen didn’t explain how to use or detail the bow’s peculiarities; she had witnessed it firsthand, so there was no need for further explanation.

Han Yan sensed that the bow’s power was far from simple; Yutang simply couldn’t fully utilize it—its power in her hands would be several times enhanced.

A lifesaving treasure like this she would certainly not refuse.

"Elder Ao, Junior Brother Han, we’ll take our leave now." Han Yan stored the bow and arrows and said. Although Ye Lanfeng already went in search of Huayue and others, eliminating her need to worry, she still wanted to hear news first-hand; after bidding farewell to Ao Fangchen and Yutang, she left Divine Elder Peak.

"Now do you believe me? Remember, it’s better to offend the Holy Master than to offend Han Yan." Watching them depart, Ao Fangchen reminded Yutang once more.

"Hmm." Yutang absent-mindedly responded.

"You ignore my words again, don’t you?" Seeing him daydreaming, Ao Fangchen couldn’t help but raise his hand.

"I remember, I remember. Don’t hit my head anymore, or I’ll truly become dumb." Yutang quickly protected his head, confusedly saying, "It’s strange, just had a nightmare of my bones being broken, but I still feel sore all over, as if I’ve just been dismantled."

"Oh, is that so? You’re pretty dumb even without being hit." Seeing his genuine confusion, Ao Fangchen found it odd, extending his Divine Sense to investigate further, but found nothing unusual. The latter half was Ao Fangchen’s genuine sentiment; he truly considered his disciple quite silly.

"Daydreaming endlessly without proper training, pondering a dream absurdly, it seems these sufferings weren’t enough!" Ao Fangchen sighed.

"What did you say, Master?" Yutang asked naively.

"I said, now that you’re healed, focus on your cultivation. From today, I’ll supervise your training, and if you can’t achieve Sword Saint within ten years, I’ll break your legs!" Ao Fangchen slapped his head again.

"No way, Master!" Yutang cried out.

Achieving Sword Saint is not easy. Besides Saints, how many within the Holy Court can become Sword Saints before thirty? While he was unsure about getting his legs broken, he certainly knew one thing: his happy days were over, facing yet another nightmare...

Dragging his feet towards the back mountain, Yutang murmured, "Strange, just having a nightmare, yet aching all over, like I’ve just been dismantled..."

Returning to Holy Sword Peak, Han Yan saw the grim expression on Ye Lanfeng.

"Lanfeng, have you found Huayue and the others?" Seeing the rare solemnity on Lanfeng’s face, Han Yan was startled, grabbing his arm to inquire.

"No, if I’m not mistaken, they likely went to Beiyuan Fog Origin," Ye Lanfeng replied.

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