The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2425: Ascension to Godhood (Part 1)

"Third brother, you’ve finally woken up?" Within the tent exclusively prepared for Qi Jingyun, Qi Jingrong maintained his vigil. Upon seeing Qi Jingyun, who had fallen into a deep sleep after consuming a bowl of porridge, open his eyes, a profound sigh of relief escaped him.

"How long have I been asleep?" Qi Jingyun inquired, surveying his surroundings before pushing himself to a sitting position.

"Three days," Qi Jingrong replied, his expression clouded with discontent. Had it not been for Dao Xuzi’s assertion that his third brother’s vital Qi was severely depleted and required an extended period of rest for recovery, he would have been consumed by worry and sought medical attention from the Imperial Physicians.

Qi Jingyun offered a slight nod in acknowledgment. He then settled into a cross-legged posture, commencing the regulation of his breath.

Observing this, Qi Jingrong refrained from intruding, content to stand guard nearby.

Only after completing a minor Zhou Tian cycle did Qi Jingyun exhale. Despite the thirty thousand taels of silver Gu Qingheng had exacted from him, the efficacy of the medicinal pill was undeniable. Ten thousand taels per pill seemed a paltry sum in retrospect. If such a pill were to surface in the martial world, it would undoubtedly incite frenzied competition.

Within a mere three days, his internal strength had rebounded by eighty percent. His external wounds had already formed scabs, and his damaged tendons had been remarkably repaired.

He anticipated a full recovery within the next two days.

The Cloud Sect’s prowess was truly not to be underestimated.

As these thoughts occupied his mind, a peculiar sound broke the silence.

"Third brother hasn’t eaten or drunk in three days; he must be famished." Qi Jingrong swiftly turned and exited the tent, stating, "I’ll fetch some food for you."

Qi Jingyun touched his abdomen, acknowledging the gnawing hunger he now felt.

Qi Jingrong returned promptly, bearing three dishes and a soup.

Qi Jingyun proceeded to consume everything, his appetite voracious, finishing three large bowls of rice.

"Third brother, now that you have returned, is it not time to reclaim the command seal?" Qi Jingrong, who had remained silent throughout the meal, finally spoke as Qi Jingyun finished eating. He tentatively added, "You are unaware of the recent days; Gu Qingheng has ascended to near-godhood in the soldiers’ hearts..."

Qi Jingyun regarded Qi Jingrong, posing a question: "Old ten, if it were he who had been captured, would you have gone to his rescue?"

Qi Jingrong appeared momentarily stunned, then his brow furrowed. "But third brother, how could he be compared to you? He is merely..."

"What if it were eighth brother who was captured?"

"Eighth prince?" Qi Jingrong’s frown deepened, yet he soon smirked. "He is within the Crown Prince’s faction. If he were truly captured, would that not imply..."

"Yet, he saved me," Qi Jingyun stated, exhaling slowly and fixing a calm gaze upon Qi Jingrong.

"But... but..." Qi Jingrong found himself at a loss for words, unable to formulate a rebuttal.

"Old ten," Qi Jingyun raised a hand, placing it on Qi Jingrong’s shoulder. "Indeed, I tend to look down upon the Crown Prince due to his frail demeanor, which is irritating. And how could Daxuan accept a sickly ruler? However, I have never entertained the idea of employing means such as inviting foreign wolves into our house to overthrow him, for Daxuan is the empire of the Qi family. Whatever conflicts we brothers may face are internal family matters and should not permit outside interference."

"So, when the Crown Prince embarked on the northern campaign, third brother, you actively assisted in the provision preparations?"

"Yes, and this time on the southern campaign, the Crown Prince did not obstruct me either," Qi Jingyun confirmed. Not only did he not interfere, but Yang Ruxin had even proactively provided him with a potion to counter the herbalists. Regrettably, he was captured before he could utilize it.

"Very well, then," Qi Jingrong conceded, a hint of sulkiness coloring his tone, yet he could not dispute the validity of his third brother’s words. "I understand."

As for Gu Qingheng, although he had rescued the Cloud King, the true conflict was yet to commence. The thought of the formidable herbalists weighed heavily on his mind, compelling the urgent need for a robust battle strategy.