The next morning, Zhenzhu returned to the formation tent. But when she glanced at the tiny plant she had nurtured, she was shocked to see it had withered. “What happened! How did it wither?” The weather was still cold, wasn’t it? Please don’t tell her she had to constantly nurture it with her spirit energy until it bore fruit. If that was the case, she would either freeze to death or exhaust herself from overusing her spirit energy. Could this be the reason no one could cultivate it? Was it really that difficult to grow? Without delay, Zhenzhu grabbed the pot and ran out of the tent, heading straight to He Yu’s tent. “Big Sister, what’s wrong?” He Yu, who was painting beside the tent, raised his eyebrows while asking. He and He Ming were still here, waiting in case any serious matters arose so they could help her in time. They would leave again once the situation calmed down. “Oh, it’s in the tent with Baihu. Big Sister, do you need help with something?” “I need to ask Xiao She something. Keep painting,” Zhenzhu said, then walked into He Yu’s tent. Inside, Xiao She and Baihu were lazily curled up. Zhenzhu placed the pot on the ground and explained the situation with the Xuexian herb to them in detail. “Yesterday, I tried nurturing it in the formation tent, but today it withered. How should it be nurtured to grow, Xiao She?” Xiao She slithered around the pot for a moment. “Xiao She says it knows a bit about the Xuexian herb. This herb is extremely difficult to cultivate, but once it bears fruit, it has benefits for both humans and beasts...” Baihu relayed to her what Xiao She said. The Xuexian herb is particularly difficult to grow in the initial stage. It must be constantly nurtured with spirit energy until it has about three leaves. After that, it no longer requires spirit energy, just watering and soil nourishment. However, the initial phase until it has three cotyledons is the most challenging. Cultivating it requires the spirit energy of a single person because it is extremely delicate and fragile. If the spirit energy changes or has a different scent, it will die. “Does this mean that if I need to grow it, only I can transmit spirit energy to it?” “Correct, but since you and I have a bond, I can switch with you,” Baihu said. “How long will it take for it to grow three cotyledons?” “Around four to five days.” Four to five days! She would have to stay in the ice tent for five days?! In that case, she might need to bring Tiejin silk blankets into the tent with her. "Is there a way to make it grow faster, Xiao She?" She didn’t mind the hardship, but she needed the Xuexian herb quickly to heal Brother Hao. "It can only be nurtured with great care and attention. I’ll help you," Baihu said. It also was responsible for Yong Saiweihao’s injury, so it would assist A’Zhu in nurturing the herb. “Alright, I need to prepare myself.” Zhenzhu reached into her dimensional bracelet. She took out all the Tiejin silks to wrap herself and Baihu. At least Tiejin silk provided better cold protection than other fabrics. She also inscribed cold-resistant characters onto Baihu and herself. The two of them returned to the formation tent. This time, she was well-prepared, wrapped in layers of Tiejin silk until she resembled a large rice ball wrapped in leaves. They were large, causing her to nearly trip several times. The guards’ eyes almost popped out when they saw a person and a beast wrapped so thoroughly that only their hands and faces were visible. Lady He, are you so worried about the general that you’ve gone mad? Why are you so bundled up in this hot weather? But Zhenzhu ignored the soldiers’ puzzled looks. She hurried into the formation tent to start planting and diligently nurturing the Xuexian herb with her spirit energy. Zhenzhu and Baihu took turns nurturing the herb with spirit energy, ensuring it grew continuously without interruption. The tiny herb grew slowly. Several days passed, and it finally grew three leaves as Xiao She had said it would. “Excellent! Now it can grow on its own!” Zhenzhu exclaimed to Baihu, her voice filled with excitement. “A’Zhu, you should rest now. You haven’t had enough rest for days, and you might fall ill,” Baihu said. “It’s fine. I’ll go take care of Brother Hao. Don’t worry about me; I’m not get sick easily.” She was a gold-tier spirit energy cultivator; a few days without rest wouldn’t affect her. “I’ll ask Xiao She to take care of this herb.” With its plant nourishing energy, Xiao She would make the Xuexian herb will grow faster.” Zhenzhu nodded and left the tent, heading straight to Yong Saiweihao’s tent. She had spent several days nurturing the Xuexian herb and hadn’t had time to check on him. She wondered how he was doing now. Entering the tent, she was surprised to see not only the physician but also Wenlang sitting by the bed. “Brother Lang, you’ve returned. How’s the battlefield?” If Brother Lang was back, the situation must not be too worrying. “Hmm, almost settled. General Zhao is handling it. I’m worried about A’Hao, so I came back to check on him. I heard you were growing the Xuexian herb?” “Mmm, with you taking such good care of A’Hao, I’m relieved.” "Brother Lang, don’t worry. I will take good care of Brother Hao. You can rest assured.” Zhenzhu spoke with Wenlang for a while and learned that after removing the formation and with Wenlang’s ambush using crude oil to eliminate tens of thousands of soldiers of Tang Region, this time, the Yan Region had a great advantage. It wouldn’t be long before they could end this war. She hoped that Wenlang’s prediction would come true soon, bringing to fruition what Brother Hao had strived for over the years. Days passed, and Xiao She diligently cared for the Xuexian herb. It grew, blossomed, and finally bore small fruits. Now, they only needed to wait for the fruits to mature so they could be used to make medicine. Every day, Zhenzhu visited the formation tent to check on its growth, but she never neglected her care for Yong Saiweihao. "A’Zhu, the Xuexian fruit is fully grown now. You can harvest it," Baihu’s voice echoed in her mind. Hearing this, she became extremely excited and hurried to the formation tent. She saw the bright red Xuexian fruit, magically shining. The Xuexian fruit resembled a peach, and if she didn’t know better, she might have mistaken it for one. "Yes." Zhenzhu reached out with trembling hands to pluck the Xuexian fruit, her heart filled with uncontrollable excitement. "Thank you, Baihu and Xiao She." She carefully wrapped the Xuexian fruit in a thin cloth and ran straight to the health facility to have the physician prepare the medicine immediately. "Physician, I’ve got it! I have the Xuexian fruit!" She said excitedly, cradling the bright red fruit in her arms. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 "You’ve got it, Lady He? Wonderful. Hand it over, and I’ll start making the medicine right away," the elderly physician said, excited. He hadn’t expected that Lady He would actually be able to grow the Xuexian herb. Befitting the daughter of Master He. All the physicians stopped what they were doing to catch a glimpse of the Xuexian fruit, considering it a luck. This was the legendary fruit they had only read about in medical texts. Now it was right in front of them. Zhenzhu handed the Xuexian fruit to the physician and then sat nearby to assist. "Boil the water, but don’t let it get too hot. Keep the fire at a medium level." "You, put these herbs into the hot water, but not for too long." "And you, grind those dried herbs quickly." The health facility was a flurry of activity as everyone was busy, making the medicine. The physicians and the apothecaries were doing their work so diligently, since the ingredients were incredibly precious, and they couldn’t afford any mistakes. After more than four hours, a pot of herbal medicine was finally ready. "Is it done?" Zhenzhu stood up in excitement. "It’s done, Miss. I will have an assistant take it to the Young General." "Physician, you don’t need to trouble yourself. I can take the medicine to the Young General myself. Please hand it over, I can bring it myself," Zhenzhu said. How could she trust anyone else to carry the pot of medicine? If they were careless and it broke on the way, all her efforts would be wasted. She could carry it herself. With that, the elderly physician handed her the wrapped pot of medicine. Zhenzhu took it and carefully cradled it in her arms before turning to head towards Yong Saiweihao’s tent. Several physicians and assistants followed closely behind. This pot of medicine was something they had all been waiting for as well. For physicians, who would not want to see their patients gain back their consciousness? Moreover, the Young General was an incredibly important person. Thus, this pot of medicine was just as significant to them as it was to Lady He. However, as Zhenzhu approached Yong Saiweihao’s tent, she noticed that the atmosphere outside had changed significantly. There were now three to four times more guards outside. Additionally, the overall atmosphere in the military camp had shifted. She observed that there were many more soldiers in the camp compared to earlier. Hmm, have the soldiers returned from the battlefield? She had been so focused on the physician’s preparation of the medicine that she hadn’t realized the Yan Region’s army had begun returning to the camp after their victory. However, they weren’t celebrating or singing about their triumph out of respect for the severely injured Young General. Despite their victory, the Yan Region had lost many comrades, and General Zhao was extremely worried about his son. As soon as they secured the victory, he delegated the cleanup and management of the army to other generals and hurried back to check on his son’s condition. When Zhenzhu entered the tent, she found it filled with people. Among them, she recognized a few familiar faces—generals who had fought alongside Yong Saiweihao. "The physician has arrived. Physician, please inform General Zhao about the Young General’s condition," one of the generals said as he saw the group of new arrivals. The elderly physician, who had followed Zhenzhu in, stepped forward to pay his respects to Zhao Yangshi before beginning to report on the young man’s condition in detail, including the herbal medicine used for his treatment. "Only recently have I been able to finish brewing the medicine, just before you arrived, General. We must thank Lady He for her efforts in successfully growing the Xuexian herb." Upon hearing his son’s condition, Zhao Yangshi’s face grew even more solemn. Were his energy channels really this severe? However, when he looked at the young woman holding the pot of medicine in her arms, he sighed deeply. He had heard of this young woman’s reputation for a long time. This must be the friend of Lisi, his daughter. "Thank you, Lady He, for helping my son." "General, please don’t be so formal. Call me Zhenzhu." Zhenzhu paid respect to the general of the region, secretly observing the middle-aged man. He bore a striking resemblance to Yong Saiweihao, so much so that they could be mistaken for twins of different ages. Despite his age, his majestic look had not diminished at all. He was truly a General of the Region. If General Zhao knew she was the cause of his son’s severe injuries, would he chase her away? "Very well. Then you can call me Uncle Shi." "Thank you, Uncle Shi.” After the introductions were complete, the elderly physician took the pot of medicine from Zhenzhu to administer it to Yong Saiweihao. Wenlang assisted by using his spirit energy to help the medicine flow down the patient’s throat, as he was unable to drink it on his own. Once about a cup of the medicine had been administered, the physician instructed them to stop. Zhenzhu watched anxiously. When would he wake up? Would the medicine be effective? If he woke up, what would he be like? Would he look at her the same way as before? Confusion, excitement, worry, sadness, and fear all overwhelmed her, causing her to clench her fists to stop them from trembling. Please wake up, Brother Hao. Please wake up. "Physician, why hasn’t he woken up yet? Is the medicine working?" Zhao Yangshi asked after waiting a long while, but his son had not woken up, his voice filled with tension. "Please wait, General. The Young General has been unconscious for a long time and is severely injured. His body needs time to adjust, and we must wait for the medicine to take effect," the physician said. He had never brewed medicine from such a rare herb before, but he had followed the instructions in the texts rigorously. The medicine had the correct color and scent, so it should be effective. "Cough, cough," a dry cough sounded just as the elderly physician finished speaking. As soon as Yong Saiweihao regained consciousness, everyone rushed to surround him. Zhenzhu, who had been standing nearby, was pushed away in the commotion. Despite this, she craned her neck to see. He had woken up! Finally, he had regained consciousness. The young woman hesitated a bit farther away, watching as General Zhao, Wenlang, and the other generals questioned Yong Saiweihao about his condition. Seeing that he was indeed awake, albeit a bit confused, felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt like a willow tree standing in the midst of a storm, trying to remain strong to weather the ordeal. No one knew how anxious, confused, and terrified she had been while he was unconscious. In that moment, her eyes brimmed with tears. This was great. Yong Saiweihao, now surrounded by everyone, felt a bit disoriented. However, recalling the events before this, he realized that he had managed to escape death. Upon seeing his father seated before him along with his high-status friend, Yong Saiweihao furrowed his sharp brows. Why were they here? Who was overseeing the battlefield? Zhao Yangshi, seeing his son furrowing his eyebrows, understood his concern. "You needn’t worry. The war is over. The Tang Region has been defeated." Zhao looked at his son with pride. If it hadn’t been for Yong Saiweihao discovering the Tang Region’s plans beforehand, the Yan Region’s soldiers would have perished in the formation, leading to the downfall of Yan. Hearing this, Yong Saiweihao felt relieved and sighed deeply. After three years of hard work, his great mission had finally come to a successful conclusion. Everyone crowded around Yong Saiweihao, inquiring about his condition, leaving no chance for Zhenzhu to approach him. Every time she tried to get closer, another general would step in to ask about his health. Eventually, the physician ushered everyone out of the tent, insisting that Yong Saiweihao needed rest. Well, it was good enough for now. Knowing he was safe was enough to put her mind at ease. The young woman turned and left the tent. Her next mission was to heal his damaged energy channels. She didn’t want to waste even a breath. She was confident that there was a way to heal the damaged energy channels. She would restore Brother Hao to his former glory. The next morning, Zhenzhu left her tent and headed straight to Yong Saiweihao’s tent. However, it was still filled with generals and commanders coming to visit him, making it impossible for her to get close. When the physician finally sent them away, she asked for permission to see him, but unfortunately, he had already fallen asleep, still exhausted from his recent recovery. The young woman sat down on the same small stool by his bed where she had sat while caring for him during his illness. "Brother Hao, you’re finally safe. Thank you for staying with us." "I’m... I’m so sorry, Brother Hao." She looked at his still pale but much more vibrant face. He no longer seemed on the verge of death as he had before. Zhenzhu slipped her hand into his larger one as she had done every day. His hand was much warmer than before. "Brother Hao, don’t worry. I will find a way to help you recover quickly." Even if it meant sacrificing her own spirit energy to help him regain his ability to cultivate. He was still a young general, destined to protect the region in the future. Without spirit energy, it would be like a great warrior without a weapon. How could he live like that? "Brother Hao, please don’t think of yourself as inadequate. It’s my fault," Zhenzhu said with a trembling voice. She was terribly afraid that he would lose hope, that he would no longer have the will to live. A man who had been an inspiration to young men throughout the land, a towering mountain everyone aspired to surpass, and almost a celestial being in the eyes of many young men—how would he feel if he knew he could never again occupy that place? "Why is it your fault?" The hoarse, deep voice made Zhenzhu’s eyes widen. 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