<h4>Chapter 2039: Don’t Worry Over Nothing</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Misty Cloud Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Misty Cloud Trantions


    Upon hearing that, Feng Jiu nced at him and raised her eyebrows: “What do you want to do? Don’t tell me you’re going to fight with the Blood Demon.” The old man had already been caught off guard, was he so desperate that he didn’t care about his own life?


    “Take good care of him.” Zhuo Junyue said and looked at the Blood Demon. At this moment, Chai Second Master had also stepped forward and walked over to Zhuo Junyue’s side.


    When the Blood Demon saw the two men approaching, heughed loudly and looked at them in contempt: “What do the two of you want to do? The two of you aren’t even worth looking at, let alone fighting against. But since you want to seek death then I have lots of time to y with you slowly.”


    As he spoke, he took a step backwards and motioned for the two people at the side to step forward: “Go, take care of those two people. Let them see our strength.”


    “Yes!” The two men responded. They flew forward and pulled out their longswords.


    As for Han Rong, he stood by the Blood Demon’s side and didn’t move. However, at this moment, his gaze had already moved to the young boy in cyan clothes inquisitively. The Chai family members had walked over and shielded Sage Hun Yuan and the young boy in cyan so he was unable to see what they were doing.


    At this time, Feng Jiu was inspecting Sage Hun Yuan’s injuries. When she opened his shirt, she saw that his wounds had been pierced by spikes that were worn on the Blood Demon’s fists. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she treated his wounds, though the words that left her mouth were without sympathy.


    “Old man, didn’t you say you are very powerful? How can you be injured by someone weaker than you? Look at you now, you don’t even resemble the sacred symbol of the Immortal Sects in the slightest.”


    As the poison in his body took effect, the old man’s breath weakened gradually. Though when he heard Feng Jiu’s words, he still reluctantly replied: “I was careless, who knew the Blood Demon would be so despicable? He couldn’t beat me so he resorted to backhanded methods.”


    “I would have done the same. Only you would talk to the Blood Demon about rules.” Feng Jiu snorted, then she took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.


    “What is that? Let me take a look.”


    When the pill was taken out, he could smell the strong fragrance of the medicine. He was trying to see what grade the pill was before it was forcibly put into his mouth. After the pill slipped down his throat, he felt a refreshing breath rushing through his body.


    “Immortal Lord has been injured severely and we are surrounded by so many demonic cultivators, I’m afraid we might not be able to escape.” One of the disciples beside him said with unconceble worry on his face.


    Chai Feng stood next to Feng Jiu and asked with a glimmer of hope: “Little Jiu, is there anything you can do?”


    “What can I do? These demonic cultivators aren’t to be trifled with.” She pursed her lips and replied. As she forced the poison out of his body, she said: “Old man, you owe me your life.”


    “How long will it take me to recover?” Sage Hun Yuan asked as he was worried about the impending battle.


    Feng Jiu nced at him: “Do you think you can fight again immediately after your poison has been neutralised? Forget it! You’re lucky that you’re not dead. You took so many punches in the chest from the Blood Demon that even if you take a medicinal pill, your internal injury will take a while to heal.”


    “I’m worried that they’re not the opponents of the demonic cultivators, especially with the Blood Demon around. Even if all of you were to join forces you will not defeat the Blood Demon.” Sage Hun Yuan said and held his chest as he tried to stand up.


    “Sit down, adjust your breath quickly and nourish your qi. Don’t worry about things you don’t need to.” Feng Jiu held him down and motioned for him not to move.