My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Du He's expression suddenly changed when he heard that and he said sternly, "What are you waiting for? Lead the way quickly!"

"Yes, Dean."

The student didn't dare to delay either. He hurriedly ran out first and led the way for Du He.

The other students also followed when they saw this.

Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan looked at each other and followed him.

However, as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the Martial Arts Department, they bumped into the person carrying the injured person.

"Dean, please save my brother!" Xu Qi begged anxiously with red eyes when he saw Du He.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of begging someone else, but after looking around in his mind, he couldn't find anyone who could save his brother.

In the end, he had no choice but to try asking Dean Du He for help.

Du He didn't speak. He directly walked past Xu Qi to check on Xu Xiu, who was placed on the stretcher.

After the checkup, Du He gave the unconscious Xu Xiu a pill without hesitation.

"Thank you, Dean. Is my brother alright?" Xu Qi said gratefully.

Du He shook his head. "That's just a low-level Mystic Rank healing pill. It can only keep his life for the time being. If you want him to recover, you'll definitely need five high-level Mystic Rank healing pills, or perhaps a low-level Earth Rank healing pill."

Hearing that he needed five high-level Mystic Rank healing pills, Xu Qi only felt his vision go dark. The shock in his heart almost made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Find someone to settle him down. I'll go to the Alchemy Department." After instructing him, Du He was about to go to the Alchemy Department.

"Dean, we just offended Helian Qiguang. I'm afraid the Alchemy Department won't give us pills easily."

Nie Wu, who saw that Du He wanted to go to the Alchemy Hall to ask for pills, said worriedly.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Du He's eyes. "All of you, come with me. If those bastards don't give it to me, we'll tear down their alchemy hall!"

"Yes, Dean!"

The students of the Martial Arts Department replied loudly in unison without any objection.

When everyone was about to go to the Alchemist Compound majestically, Lu Zijia, who finally squeezed out of the crowd, hurriedly stopped them.

"There's no need to go to the Alchemy Department. Have you forgotten that I'm a high-level Mystic Rank alchemist?"

Lu Zijia looked a bit helpless. They had just exchanged a lot of pills with her!

In the end, they turned around and forgot about her, an alchemist, completely. They were simply too much!

Even though Lu Zijia complained in her mind, she had already reached out with the hand holding the pills.

"There are six healing pills here. You must let your brother absorb the medicinal power one by one. Otherwise, it's useless even if he takes twice as many healing pills."

Lu Zijia reminded Xu Qi as she handed the pill to him.

"Thank you, Fellow Taoist Lu. We'll definitely remember your kindness for the rest of our lives. I'll also return the Spirit Stones used to buy the pills to you as soon as possible."

Xu Qi took the pill and his eyes turned even redder. There was even a hint of choking in his voice.

Lu Zijia shook her head and smiled, saying, "As you said before, we're friends. Shouldn't we help each other? Alright, let's not talk so much. Give your brother the pills first!"

Xu Qi nodded hurriedly and Lu Yifeng, who was carrying the stretcher with him, put it down carefully.

Xu Xiu was already unconscious and couldn't circulate his cultivation technique to absorb the medicinal power of the pills himself, so Du He injected spiritual power into his meridians to help him absorb it.

Xu Xiu's injuries were even more serious than Du He had estimated. It wasn't until he absorbed six high-level Mystic Rank healing pills that his internal injuries completely healed.

However, even though his internal injuries had completely healed, he still had to recuperate for a while before he could completely recover from the serious injuries that injured his vitality.