Blood Emperor's Lazy Doctor [Hiatus]

Tired of laying on the cold ground, sparing her lips further abuse, at least I think I'll avoid allowing myself to be beaten up. Getting hit all the time hurts. Oh yes, and avoid being poisoned too, that sucks equally as much.

I'll just let them think I'm dead and hope they forget I exist. Yes, let's do that!

With a new sense of purpose, convincing herself to accept this situation, Hong Luo begins stabilizing her injuries, attempting to finish before it starts raining.

Enveloping her body with her spirit energy, turning it into a soft membrane.As time passes a second membrane appears, becoming denser and denser. This membrane is made out of essence energy.

Essence Energy, the employment of life energy. In this world, almost everything revolves around it. Creating the well known 'Martial Arts.'

On this lower world, the highest realm is the Germination realm, in regression is Essence Condensation realm, to Essence Qi Realm. Those who make it to the Germination realm are all old fuggies who are too decrepit. Those young ones who are lucky, end up leaving, thinking they are some big shot now, only to find out they were living at the bottom of a well. Finding the path they naively walked, had too many holes to avoid.

You see, the people on this continent, don't know about the realms beyond the Germination realm. They speculate there is one, but they don't know of anyone who has reach there. Actually believing the Germination realm is the final step before the Divine realm. Ah what fools they are. Wonder how they'd feel if they knew they still had two whole realms to pass through before you hit divinity.

(Author's note: Suffer my children, SUFFER! The author laughs hysterically, only to cough pitifully from choking on her saliva.)

This misconception is all because this lands Essence is not only poor, its pathetic. To top it off, it's hell to just leave this land. Do to some disturbance a few centuries back, this lands heavenly laws created multiple unnatural rips in space. If you don't get stuck in one, you'll end up just dying from the fluctuations.

Hence why no one comes here, or even returns for that matter.

. . .

Outside a gate, it's plaque inked with beautiful calligraphy. The words Peony Courtyard flow with splendid strokes, elegant and pure, a tall and small maid servants giggle while their feet move with laid back childishness. These servants are only 13 so of course they'd still have some child like qualities.

Making their way through the bamboo slate curtains, embroidered with peony flowers, a hummingbird skimming its leaves, into the back gardens.

Along the way their feet stop upon a crunch. Lifting their shoe souls only to be startled. Peony flowers? On further notice, the once beautiful garden, is full of protruding stems. Didn't the miss love these flowers, why are they cut at the head? Both girls glance at each other with questioning looks.

Deeper in, a girl dressed in a sky blue gown, with magnolia embroidery, a pink sash tucked at the waist, hanging from the fabric, a jade accessory, standing, back straight with maid servants settled to the side. From a far you'd think to have stumbled upon an elf. Her long hair flowing in the wind, the dancing of hair charms almost sound like bells. In her hand a pair of snipers, dyed with traces of green. The girl murmurs a line of poetry with each cut she takes.

*Snip* The flower loses itself head.

*Snip* The flower lays there dead.

*Snip* The heavens turn way there head.

*Snip* Watering words, left unsaid.

Her voice cold and unfeeling. Palpitating the hearts of the maid servants with each cut. Almost as if it were them that were losing their heads and not the flowers. If they could hear clearly what she was mumbling, without a doubt, some would already be on the ground in a dead faint.

Two voices break the girl's rhythm, with traces of concern, but even more confusion. "This servant greets elder miss."

Her snipers paused around the neck of a peony, sparing it the abuse its predecessors suffered. A slight up tilt of the head, besides that slight movement she gives no word of response. Neither acknowledging them or dismissing.

With sweat covering their brows, heads bowed, daring not move. Who knows when she'll snap and admonish us servants for the slightest offence.

Hong Xiayu, the first born daughter. Hong Moxue, the manor lord's pearl. At the age of 14, she's already a heavenly beauty that all noble masters yearn for. The only problem is, she's too cold. What kind of person can attract the gaze of this lotus sitting at the center of the pond. The waters are deeper then they appear, deterring those who come close.

An unknown amount of time later, Hong Xiayu opens her mouth. "Speak." Her voice as clear as the winter air, gentle as the spring breeze, but holding none of its warmth. It was completely indifferent yet still soothing to the ears.

"Forgive this servant for the offence, this servant has come to report that second miss has past." Although when they left her, she possibly still held life, but it's only a mater of time now. It wouldn't hurt to give prem.a.t.u.r.e news.

Hong Xiayu was silent. Past? That girl is dead? She pursed her lips, her gaze seeming to be on the flowers littering the ground. Who knows what her thoughts are.

Placing the snipers to the side, wiping her hands clean, she gives a low 'okay' then proceeded with, "You may leave."

The maid servants felt despondent. Is the elder miss happy or not? Maybe she needs time to sort out, but what about our reward?

Tactfully the two maid servants walk away. When they came, they were giddy and ready to receive praise, only to leave doleful with empty hands and heart.

The sky rumbles, thunder beckoning the on coming flood. It's going to rain soon. Looking at those clouds it's not going to be light. Hong Xiayu walks back into her courtyard, signally the maid servants to leave the flowers where they lay.

. . .

Back beyond the gates of the courtyard hidden in the trees. After time past, the essence membrane, when it passes through the spiritual membrane, it turns into tiny threads that slowly enter Hong Luo's body. Inside her, those tiny threads are at work piecing together her broken bones, and mending her injured organs.

Ugh, treating myself is always ten times harder than treating others... Hong Luo complains to herself.

Five hours have past and it starts to drizzle. Then that drizzle turns into a heavy rain. Pelting Hong Luo's body, slowly cleansing her back of blood and dirt.

The ever still Hong Luo moves, lifting herself off the wet ground. Now sitting in a half crossed position, opening her tired eyes, glancing over the familiar sights.

A dilapidated courtyard. A gate that never closes completely, a broken down well, a flower garden full of weeds. In truth the whole area isn't spared from the wrath of the weeds. The stone path is barely visible, and there are vines growing up the building. This courtyard is called 'Forbearing Bygone,' even though the sign has long sense rotted away.

Hong Luo flashes a heart warming smile at what she sees. This place caused me so much pain in the past, and yet I'm actually happy to be back, how strange.

Slowly lifting her tired, soaked body up, attempting to stand but nearly stumbling back from dizziness. Hong Luo abides in the rain, stretching her hands out, splashing the gathered water, here and there.

Letting out a pleasurable m.o.a.n, "Now that's the life, a free bath from the heavens. The rain sure is cost efficient!"

After making sure she was clean enough, Hong Luo makes her way into the house, humming a joyous tune, with an obvious skip in her step, taking in the sights of her old home. Though it's like a ruin, oddly enough it doesn't bother her, at least it keeps out the wind and rain.

That's good enough for me.

Inside the house there isn't much. Anything that could be anything is already gone. At first when she came to this courtyard, there were plenty of valuables, but those were taken away by family members, or servants. Using them as excuses to cause harm and vent frustration.

Walking through the inner workings, many places hold damage. Though each place has one thing in common. They were all caused by a struggle. Leaving dents and holes in the walls, flooring that creaks, and poorly fixed furniture.

When things broke, she'd always tried her best to mend the damage. If anything this was her home, even if she didn't want to be here. She still needed to keep it somewhat appropriate. Plus it gave her something to do.

Entering her room, she's hit with a wave of nostalgia. Memories of nursing her wounds upon her bed, looking into the mirror pretending, crying as she remembered her parents. None of that which came to mind are pleasant, and yet still holding that warm smile that even reaches her eyes.

Sighing inwardly, even painful times can be a sense of comfort. Does that mean I've finally grown up? Shrugging. Well I suppose, living twice and dying twice you're force to m.a.t.u.r.e, even if you're too lazy to do so.

Sitting upon her worn out bed, taking a moment to rest and gather her energy. Hong Luo uses her internal sight to look over her bodies condition.

With all of my internal and external injuries mostly handled, all that's left is all that poison. The amount of poison she has consumed is enough to kill a small city. She had always assumed that she lived only due to her self preservation and stubbornness. After living the life of a doctor her thoughts are much deeper and complicated. Could there be another reason?

Furrowing her brows. Gosh, I forgot how bad of a condition my body was in. How many times did they have to poison me to satisfy their sadistic tendencies? Hong Luo shakes her head, refusing to think about it anymore.

Putting her poisoning and malnutrition to the side, she moves on to her physique. Playfully swaying her legs, that hung from the bed. Even though this house is a ruin, least she never had to sleep on the floor.

I remember how my body was judged to be cultivation trash, I wonder if it was truly so. The people of this continent's knowledge of physique's are low, so high chance they judged wrong. After all trash physique's aren't trash, they just haven't been properly looked into. So they are deemed trash, when they could actually be gold. It's such a pity when this happens, destroying potential with but a word.

Casually sweeping through her body, stopping upon noticing an anomaly. A bead the size of a finger nail, sits under the skin between her brows. Concealed through a profound invisible wall, causing her heart beat to race, and her breath to stir.

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Author's note: In case of theft. This is an original -English- novel done by yours truly [MyKataren]. This author will state here and now, oh ye thief of old, thanks for the free advertis.e.m.e.nt!

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