Chapter 97: You're Not Worth Talking To (Part 1)

  Looking at Grandfather's excited expression, Long Qingyue smiled and said: "This was given to me by my master. He heard about Brother's injury and gave me this Dan medicine."

  "Your master?" Long Li was taken aback, and then sighed: "Such kindness, my dragon family will definitely remember it in our hearts! If there's a chance in the future, I'll surely repay your master properly."

  In Long Lie's impression, the master who could refine these three types of elixirs and teach Long Qingyue the Spiritual Cultivation Method must have already reached the age of one hundred.

  Long Qingyue scratched her head in embarrassment, this dan medicine was given by Qin Lieyan, she certainly couldn't say it was given by the Crown Prince of Zhuque Country Qin Shi, otherwise it would stir up more trouble and waves.

  "Grandpa, my master is usually carefree and at ease. This time he's gone who-knows-where on a trip again. As for the matter of reporting back, let's talk about it later."

  Long Lie nodded, all high-ranking officials are unyielding and unrestrained in nature.

  "Come, Xiao Yu, quickly take this Bu Zhong Yi Qi Wan." Long Li poured out a brownish medicinal pellet from the small jade bottle, and the thick fragrance of medicine instantly filled the entire room.

  Long Qingyu took the medicine pill and asked, "Grandfather, how's the Spiritual Power Convention going? How many of our Qinglong Country's contestants have been eliminated?"

  Looking at his grandson who was still worried about the Spiritual Power Conference despite being injured, he couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Don't worry, this time our Qing Long country only had three contestants eliminated, the others have all entered the second round of competition. You just focus on recovering from your injuries during this period, don't worry about the Spiritual Power Conference anymore."

  Because Long Qingyu's first match was both exciting and beautiful, it gave the Qinglong National Team a lot of confidence, severely dampening the momentum of the Xuanwu National Team, so the following matches were relatively smooth.

  "Grandpa, I..." Long Qingyu's eyes were somewhat anxious, wanting to get out of bed. Long Lie hurriedly pressed him back onto the bed, his eyes flashing with anger as he scolded: "You're already injured like this, and you still want to participate in the competition? Are you determined to make Grandpa worry before you'll be satisfied?"

  Long Qingyu had no choice but to lie back down on the bed.

  At this time, the housekeeper came to report that the emperor had sent the best imperial physician from the palace to treat the young master's injuries.

  Long Qingyue's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes before quickly disappearing. Since the day her brother was injured, Nan Gong Shiwu had sent people to deliver medicine to help with his recovery, but no one had come to the General's Manor since then. Now, suddenly sending an imperial physician, probably had ulterior motives...

  Long Qingyue's hand flashed, and several silver needles appeared in her hand. She grabbed Long Qingyu's arm and was about to stab downwards when Long Li saw it and asked in confusion: "Little Moon, what are you doing?"

  "Grandfather, now that the Emperor has sent an imperial physician, it's probably not just a simple matter of treating my brother on the surface. We must be cautious."

  Long Lai's expression turned stern, and he fell silent, his turbid eyes seeming to be thinking of something.

  "Grandfather, actually all these years, you've had suspicions and guesses in your heart, but you didn't dare to believe them." Long Qingyue's expression was slightly cold, her eyes like stars. "That year, that one battle, my father clearly had the upper hand, yet suddenly lost and died on the battlefield, and tens of thousands of soldiers also sacrificed their lives along with him. This wasn't an accident, so grandfather, haven't you ever thought about the real reason behind it?"

  Long Lian closed his eyes in grief and pain, and when he opened them again after a while, his eyes had cleared up. "Do whatever you want to do."

  "I just temporarily sealed off my brother's acupoint, making the imperial physician think that his arm is crippled." Long Qingyue said calmly.

  Long Qingyu finally reacted, with a flash of anger in her eyes, "Xiao Yue, you mean..."