Chapter 910: A Solution Found

Chapter 910: Chapter 910: A Solution Found

At the entrance of Xue Zhao’s room, Qi Tian paced back and forth.

His brows were furrowed, and he kept muttering to himself, "When on earth will the young lady wake up? Why is there still no sign of activity? It’s been so long, truly making one anxious. If she doesn’t wake up soon, what should we do? The Xue Family is going through turbulent times right now, and the young lady is still unconscious, really worrying everyone..."

Qi Sheng stood steadily at the door, his gaze constantly sweeping toward the distance, as if expecting something.

His expression was stern, brows knitted tightly; though he didn’t talk repetitively like Qi Tian, his face was filled with worry everywhere.

Moreover, his lips were pressed tightly, indicating heavy concerns.

Just when the two were worried, Ye Qingchen suddenly appeared in their sight.

Qi Tian and Qi Sheng were instantly dumbfounded, their eyes widened with shock and disbelief written all over their faces.

"Isn’t... isn’t this Ye Qingchen?" Qi Tian murmured to himself, his voice tinged with a slight tremor, "Didn’t he encounter mishap? How could he possibly appear here?"

Qi Sheng was also stunned, as if frozen in place, unable to react for quite a while.

His gaze was fixed on Ye Qingchen, seemingly trying to confirm whether everything in front of him was real.

His lips moved, but no sound came out, shock and confusion intertwined on his face.

Seeing their reaction, Ye Qingchen managed a forced smile and nodded, "Sorry, I’m back."

Qi Tian and Qi Sheng then snapped out of their daze, quickly running up to Ye Qingchen, filled with excitement and disbelief.

"Ye Qingchen, are you really okay?" Qi Tian’s voice carried a slight tremor, tears glimmering in his eyes.

"We thought you were already..." Qi Sheng’s words were filled with deep shock and joy, "It’s great that you’re safe and sound and back!"

Ye Qingchen looked at them, nodded, and was just about to speak.

Qi Tian, however, cut in first, his voice urgent and anxious, "Ye Qingchen, it’s so good you’re here! Do you have any way to save our young lady? She’s been in a coma for so long and hasn’t woken up. We’ve tried all sorts of methods, but none worked. You’re a person with great ability, surely you can find a way, right? Please, Ye Qingchen, you must save our young lady!"

Qi Tian’s words came out like a barrage, one after the other, not giving Ye Qingchen a moment to interject.

His eyes were filled with deep concern and hope, indicating he was already at a loss of what to do.

Qi Sheng, although silent, also watched Ye Qingchen closely, his eyes brimming with anticipation. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

Seeing this, Ye Qingchen felt a pang of sorrow, understanding how important Xue Zhao was to them.

He waited until Qi Tian finally finished talking, gently patted his shoulder, and comforted, "Don’t worry, I’ll do my best. Take me inside to have a look."

Only then did Qi Tian breathe a sigh of relief, quickly leading Ye Qingchen inside.

The lighting inside was slightly dim but decorated very neatly.

A few elegant orchids were placed on the windowsill, emitting a faint fragrance.

In a corner of the room lay a wide bed, Xue Zhao was lying quietly on it, her face pale as paper, eyes tightly closed, looking extremely weak.

Ye Qingchen walked to the bedside, looking at the unconscious Xue Zhao, a sigh escaped his heart.

If not for the fight for the Saint Position, Xue Zhao wouldn’t have fallen into such a perilous situation.

He gently held Xue Zhao’s hand, feeling her faint pulse, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Xue Zhao..." Ye Qingchen whispered, but Xue Zhao showed no response.

He turned to glance at Qi Tian and Qi Sheng, speaking gravely, "I need some time; you two wait outside for me."

Qi Tian and Qi Sheng nodded, although anxious, they understood it was not the right time to disturb Ye Qingchen now.

They quietly withdrew, closing the door, leaving Ye Qingchen in the room alone.

Ye Qingchen took a deep breath, sat at the bedside, and started carefully examining Xue Zhao’s body.

He circulated his Inner Strength, gently infusing it into Xue Zhao, perceiving her internal condition, his brows furrowing tighter.

Inside Xue Zhao seemed to be a mysterious energy blocking her awakening, an energy very strange, unlike any force he had ever encountered.

Yet it seemed somewhat familiar.

Ye Qingchen took a deep breath and slowly took out the Buddha’s Relic from his bosom.

Luckily, he had taken this item with him when leaving the Secret Realm.

The Sarira, after his absorption, was no longer as radiant as it was initially.

The light dimmed considerably, but the energy it contained was still potent, enough to awaken Xue Zhao.

The Buddha’s Relic emitted a gentle golden light, subtly exuding a peaceful and harmonious aura.

Ye Qingchen grasped the Sarira, closed his eyes, channeling his Inner Strength into it. The Sarira immediately started gently vibrating, its light gradually becoming brighter.

He cautiously placed the Sarira on Xue Zhao’s forehead, muttering a Spell, guiding the energy within the Sarira to slowly flow into Xue Zhao’s body.

With each intonation of the Spell, the light from the Sarira gradually spread, covering Xue Zhao, like wrapping her in a layer of golden radiance.

Xue Zhao’s body started showing subtle changes, her previously pale face gradually restored a faint flush, breathing became much more even.

Ye Qingchen felt the Sarira’s energy slowly dispelling the mysterious energy within Xue Zhao, letting out a sigh of relief.

He continued to focus on controlling the Sarira’s energy, ensuring every strand entered Xue Zhao’s body accurately.

The golden light flickered in the room, illuminating the entire room like an Immortal Realm.

The energy within Buddha’s Relic was gentle and pure, slowly penetrating into Xue Zhao’s every inch of skin, repairing her damaged meridians and internal organs.

Time passed unnoticed, beads of sweat dripped from Ye Qingchen’s forehead, yet he still concentrated on circulating the Cultivation Technique.

As the energy from Buddha’s Relic was gradually depleted, Xue Zhao’s condition stabilized, her complexion restored its redness, breathing smooth, eyelids slightly twitching, as if ready to awaken any moment.

Ye Qingchen guided the last strand of energy into Xue Zhao’s body, the Buddha’s Relic’s light dimmed.

The golden color on the Sarira gradually faded, turning into an ordinary gray stone, losing its previous peaceful and sacred aura.

The surface of the Sarira became coarse, losing its prior smoothness and warmth, like it had instantly lost vitality.

Ye Qingchen retrieved the Buddha’s Relic, the heavy stone in his hand devoid of any Spiritual Energy, just an ordinary piece of rock.

He lowered his head for a glance, feeling a bit moved; if it weren’t for the Buddha’s Relic, he would not have known how to wake Xue Zhao.

Xue Zhao’s complexion regained its redness, her breathing steady, Ye Qingchen watched her with anticipation, waiting for her to wake.

However, as time slowly ticked by, Xue Zhao still had no reaction.