Invincible from Seeing the BOSS's Health Bar

”Restore Second Sister’s body, find the whereabouts of the Black Withered Saint Sect, thereby inquiring about the place where Sister Jin’s soul is imprisoned, and... become stronger! To prepare for the day of arrival four months from now!”

Fang Yu set his goal in his heart, just as the convoy started to move forward.

Since leaving Sui Chong Pass, almost two months have passed, filled with both dangers and gains along the journey.

And now, finally about to arrive at the Capital, Fang Yu’s heart, which should be excited, is instead somewhat calm.

Looking at the massive city walls in the distance, incomparable to other towns, Fang Yu took a deep breath and followed the team forward.

On the road, they encountered a few more patrol squads, but this time, with the people from the Suo Family leading the way, these little underlings easily stepped aside.

As they say, King Yan is easy to meet but the little ghosts are hard to deal with. The Suo Family’s level is neither too high nor too low, just right to suppress these road-blocking ghosts, making the journey smooth and unobstructed.

Until a second large-scale patrol team blocked the road like a gate guard, slightly slowing the team’s progress.

Once identities were revealed, they were allowed to pass through again. With eight of nine checkpoints outside the city cleared, just one more obstacle remained before reaching the gates of the Capital.

It was at this point that Diao Xiaohui quietly climbed out from the carriage compartment.

”...”

She glanced up at Fang Yu, then sat back down beside him. Although her body appeared unharmed, she was still trembling slightly.

Fang Yu felt a jolt in his heart; had Ding Hui given her some strange new drug again...

Just as he was thinking...

Pop.

A hole suddenly opened up on Diao Xiaohui’s right cheek, and a stream of purple blood burst forth, like a blood explosion, spraying towards Fang Yu’s face.

Fang Yu, as if anticipating it, naturally turned his head to avoid it.

Diao Xiaohui suddenly realized and hurriedly tried to cover the wound, but a large hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.

”In my experience, it should be poisonous blood that’s sprayed out. Once it flows out completely, you’ll feel better.”

Saying this, as if experienced, Fang Yu rhythmically pressed a few spots.

The rupture on Diao Xiaohui’s face immediately continued to spray out some more blood, and what’s left gradually flowed down her cheek like a small stream.

As the poisonous blood was expelled, the tense expression on Diao Xiaohui’s face began to relax.

She quietly looked at Fang Yu, who took out a clean sweat cloth and gently pressed it to the wound on her cheek.

Noticing Diao Xiaohui’s gaze, Fang Yu gave her a warm smile.

”It might hurt a bit, bear with it.”

Diao Xiaohui’s eyes seemed momentarily lost, or perhaps she was pretending; she quickly pressed the blood-stained cloth herself, lowering her head to avoid Fang Yu’s gaze.

Fang Yu said no more.

With Diao Xiaohui’s healing ability, such an injury should fully recover by tomorrow morning under normal conditions.

To other Martial Artists, such terrifying recovery might seem impossible, but for Fang Yu, it was just average.

It can be said that although Diao Xiaohui inherited his bloodline’s healing ability, the intensity of her ability is far inferior to his own body.

This is also related to Ding Hui wanting to merge everything, resulting in somewhat mixed abilities, but the advantage is that her future potential is visibly high.

The last obstructing team had also given way, and the convoy slowly advanced toward the city gate.

Although the gates of the Capital were spacious and had several entry points for dispersing traffic, they still couldn’t handle the large flow of people; hence, a long queue formed every day.

However, even this queue was divided into three tiers.

For example, the first entry point was empty, with only the guards yawning lazily at their post.

Taking a closer look, Fang Yu saw that the guards at the first gate weren’t stronger than others, so the key difference must be related to social status.

Fang Yu was right. As the saying goes, ’fertile water doesn’t flow to outsiders,’ this easy job was naturally reserved for those with household entitlements.

However, correspondingly, those who qualified to enter through the first gate were all dignitaries, so unless they were in a generous mood, the guards wouldn’t get much benefit out of it; they could just enjoy a relaxed day.

From the second to the fifth gate, there was very little traffic, often with similar vacancies, wasting manpower and entryway space, with other queues not allowed to come over.

Because these gates were not for the general public to step through, Fang Yu even saw someone ride through one of these gates without anyone stopping them, being saluted instead.

In this grand city of the Capital, there should be rules against riding within the city, but evidently, rules are lifeless whereas people are not.

Withdrawing his gaze from these unrelated entry points, Fang Yu saw that the direction the Suo Family was heading in wasn’t the overcrowded first entrance but rather the relatively less crowded second entrance.

Fang Yu and the Zhuge Family’s convoy benefited from the Suo Family’s presence, naturally falling into the lineup for the second entrance.

The surrounding guards only glanced at Fang Yu and the Zhuge Family’s unfamiliar convoy before redirecting their attention after seeing the Suo Family’s banner.