Chapter 9, Cultivating the Purple Cloud Wings

So, my story has come to an end like this, how unwilling I am to accept it

A faint white figure quietly emerged in my mind, it must be her, right? Although she is only a one-star fighter, I always feel that it was she who saved me

Mo Mu was startled and quickly summoned his fighting spirit, leaping onto the bed to subdue me, asking in a panic: "Young Master, what is wrong with you?"

The remnants of the eagle beast continue to attack my soul incessantly. I witnessed, beside a steep and chilling cliff, two eaglets hatching from their eggs in a nest.

I extended my hand to cover the scroll's eagle wings, allowing my soul to slowly seep out from my palm and envelop it.

Only the captain of the guards remains by my bedside. I have spent quite some time with him, and he can be considered a trusted confidant. I tilted my head to look at him and asked, "Xiao Mu, how many days have I been unconscious?"

I barely swallowed the water, and just as I opened my mouth, unexpectedly, the maid completely ignored me and ran out of the room, shouting: "The master, Young Master Nalan has awakened, Young Master Nalan has awakened!"

Eagle, Nalan Ye, Gannan Small Mountain, who am I after all

Especially his face, marked with wrinkles and spots, and his palms, which are nothing but skin stretched over bones, made me frown even more

By the way, I have also copied a version of the "Seven-Colored Poison Classic," but I will not disclose it. You may take the original back to your family, Little Medical Fairy

After watching the figure of the person in charge leave, I muttered a few harsh words. I returned to my room, sat cross-legged, closed my eyes, and calmed my mind for a long time. Finally, I managed to settle my state of mind and adjust my condition to the best.

Not right, who is Nalan Ye? ... I am from the small mountains of Gan Nan ... ... No, I am an eagle ... ...

At that moment, a flurry of hurried footsteps came from outside the room, followed by a group of people rushing in. I tilted my head and focused my gaze, seeing the leader of the guards, the manager of the shop, and even a second-grade alchemist—but the pale figure was nowhere to be found

While waiting, a maid brought in some porridge. Thinking that I would soon meet the little healer, I couldn't help but have a hearty appetite, and under the maid's service, I quickly consumed more than half a bowl.

I let out a sneer, unafraid, for I am a traveler from another realm, my soul renowned for its strength. What is there to fear from the remnant soul of a beast that has been sealed for hundreds of years?

Mo Mu said three days, I paused for a moment, then asked: "That day, who saved me?"

A sudden sharp pain surged through my mind, and I abruptly came to my senses. No, I am Nalan Ye

I was somewhat incredulous, let out a loud shout, abruptly stood up from the bed, waved my hands wildly, and carelessly kicked the bedding off the bed.

After a while, I finally came to my senses; it turned out that I was really not dead. My head was heavy and dizzy, and I could only feel an unbearable dryness in my throat, causing my lips to move slightly as I hoarsely called out:

The guard ran hurriedly, striving to calm his rapid breaths, and said intermittently: "Miss Little Physician is missing. I have asked the maidservants who attend to her and others; since Miss Little Physician went out two days ago, they have not seen her again."

I furrowed my brow, but there was no time to think it through. The leader of the guards and the shopkeeper approached to offer their apologies and greetings. For no apparent reason, I felt a wave of annoyance and dismissed them with a few casual remarks

Suddenly, a fierce eagle's cry echoed directly in my mind

I witnessed the young eagle that ventured out in search of food never returned. The two fledglings, starving, fought each other until one fledgling killed and consumed the other

I witnessed the frail young eagle, driven by hunger, leap towards the bottomless cliff, awkwardly flapping its wings in the rushing air, and then slowly rising, from that moment soaring in the sky, overlooking the earth

Mo Mu had a face full of shame and said: "Young Master, it was the Little Medical Immortal who saved you. Mo Mu is incompetent and almost caused the Young Master to perish. I ask for your punishment."

I was taken by surprise, and in a moment of distraction, the remnant soul of the eagle beast suddenly attacked my spirit. I trembled all over, and an excruciating pain surged through my mind, indescribable!

This, is me? It turns out I am an eagle...

I could no longer sit still, and I fell straight backward, crashing onto the floor

I tightly gripped the envelope, feeling my hand tremble slightly. I took a deep breath, yet hesitated to open it, but I eventually did.

I let out a bitter smile in my heart, extended my tongue to lick my dry lips, and wondered to myself how many days I had been unconscious. Moreover, it was such a dangerous moment; I was on the verge of being tainted by the remnants of the eagle beast's soul. Who was it that saved me?

I, I only found this in her room." The guard said, stepping forward and bowing his head to present the envelope in his hand to me

I am not dead

At that moment, a sudden sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the room, and a guard rushed in with a look of panic on his face. Just as Mo Mu was about to scold him, I reached out to stop him and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I pushed away the maid who was feeding me porridge, not caring that the porridge spilled on the expensive bedding, and hurriedly snatched the envelope from her hand

I naturally have no interest in punishing Mo Mu. Upon hearing that it was the Little Medical Fairy who saved me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and said, "Where is the Little Medical Fairy? Why have I not seen her all this time?"

I ... ...

The shopkeeper seemed to sense that I was in a bad mood and quickly called the second-grade alchemist forward. At first glance, this alchemist did not appear to be very talented; he looked to be around fifty years old, yet he was still only a second-grade alchemist

Mo Mu was not foolish this time; he quickly went out to call a guard to summon the little healer.

Nalan Ye, I cannot accompany you to Jama City; I am going to travel across the continent. Furthermore, as a token of gratitude for your life-saving grace, I have taken those materials with me

soul

Young Master

I struggled a couple of times, but in the face of the absolute disparity in strength, I simply could not break free from Mo Mu's restraint. I could only turn my head away and look at his face, gritting my teeth as I said word by word: "Women are all big pig's trotters"

I took out the "Ziyun Wing" combat scroll and opened it to examine it closely. I saw that the surface of the scroll was adorned with a pair of pitch-black eagle wings, which felt icy to the touch and as hard as steel

The door suddenly swung open, and a delicate-looking young maid rushed in, hurriedly offering me a cup of water, asking: "Young master, how are you feeling?"

Water, water ... ...

My eyes slowly close, and I am engulfed in darkness, unsure if I will awaken again

I do not know how long later, I woke up in a daze, feeling something soft beneath me. Turning my head to take a look, I realized I was lying on a large bed. ... The bed was covered with a thick blanket, no wonder it felt so soft ...

After speaking, the old man left behind a few bottles of elixirs and took his leave. The shopkeeper hurriedly apologized to me and went to see the old man off.

Until the end, in the final flicker of light, I finally understood that I had been tainted by the remnants of the eagle beast. Soon, my intellect would be extinguished, and I would become a mindless corpse, knowing only slaughter

In the lower left corner, there are several lines of small text explaining the origin of this combat technique. It was created by an unknown powerful individual in collaboration with several friends, who captured a fifth-tier flying magical beast comparable to a combat king. They took its wings and sealed its soul, allowing only one person to cultivate it

But I did not refuse, for I was well aware that I needed treatment. I endured the nausea and retching, allowing this old man to examine me thoroughly. In the end, the old man shook his head and said: "There is nothing serious, Young Master Nalan has merely made a slight error in his cultivation; a few days of rest will suffice."