Chapter 86 Feeding Blood, and the guilt in his heart deepened.

A stream flows around the green mountains, and at the foot of the mountains sits an elegant and secluded bamboo courtyard.

In the morning mist, Jiang Yuhuo pushed open the bamboo door, and Wen Yizhan was leaning against the bamboo couch, propping his head up with one hand as he looked at her.

They only stayed one night on the outskirts of Luoyue City. The next day at dawn, she summoned Dapeng, who took her and Wen Yizhan back to Zhenyang Peak.

She sat down beside the warm couch and unwrapped the gauze from his left eye. The scabs and gauze were stuck together and needed to be moistened before they could be separated.

Jiang Yuhuo had already made the gentlest movements, but she still saw Wen Yizhan's eye twitch slightly.

The hand that was about to touch paused.

When they left Zhenyang Peak, both of them were physically strong cultivators, but when they returned, they had both suffered serious injuries.

Jiang Yuhuo brought over a bottle of Qiongyu Dew, a gift from Wuyaishanren. Wuyaishanren was a highly skilled physician; Jiang Yuhuo had asked him to treat Wen Yizhan after returning to Zhenyang Peak.

The old man with the white beard had examined Wen Yizhan's pulse that day, stared at his injured eye for a long time, stroked his beard, and finally shook his head, diagnosing Wen Yizhan that his left eye was beyond saving. He also told Jiang Yuhuo that the poison in his left eye was only temporarily suppressed; once the left eye completely died, the poison would spread throughout his body, and if the Earth Flame Vine could not be found in time, his life would be in danger.

Enraged, Wen Yizhan berated him as a quack doctor.

Wuyaishanren was not angry at his coarse language; instead, he looked at him with some regret.

"Born with the talent of a swordsman, it's a real pity that he has to descend to the Netherworld at such a young age."

Since they weren't his own disciples, Wuyaishanren didn't want to reprimand them too much in front of them. But before leaving, he muttered to himself, as if talking to himself, but both of them could hear him, "Why doesn't Old Zhang know how to discipline them properly? He finally got two disciples, and he just lets them run wild."

Wuyaishanren was truly afraid that one day Zhang Zhenyang would emerge from seclusion, leaving behind even these two sole descendants on the peak.

The old man could only leave some medicine behind; there was nothing more he could do.

"Junior sister, don't listen to his scaremongering, it's not that serious." Wen Yizhan held Jiang Yuhuo's hand, smiling with a set of white teeth, but her smile appeared stiff because she couldn't move her left eye.

This was the first time Jiang Yuhuo had learned about Wen Yizhan's innate sword-wielding talent. No wonder Wen Yizhan had mastered all nine swords of Kunlun at such a young age, a skill that others might not be able to comprehend even in their entire lives. In this way, everything made sense.

Therefore, the guilt in my heart deepened.

He was the one who should have amazed the entire immortal sect, not like this now—blind in one eye, lying in a courtyard unknown to anyone, waiting for tomorrow, whether he lives or dies.

Jiang Yuhuo placed a soft cushion behind Wen Yizhan's back, so that he could lie with his head tilted back, and dripped the Qiongyu Dew into his eyes.

The warm liquid entered his eye sockets, providing some relief to his cold and dry eyes. Although it couldn't help with the poison in his eyes, it at least made his eyes feel better.

The Jade Dew originally had the effect of clotting blood and promoting tissue regeneration, but after Jiang Yuhuo had been dripping it on his eyes for so many days, he had not seen any signs of healing or growth in the flesh around his eyes. In the face of the cold and icy dragon poison, the priceless Jade Dew had turned into water.

Wen Yizhan stared intently at Jiang Yuhuo as she focused on applying the precious dew to his injured eye. Her warm palm rested on the side of his face, showing no disgust or impatience. The gentle touch even made him momentarily forget that she was applying medicine to his eye.

A fly, oblivious to his presence, landed above his eye socket, forcing the person in front of him to move closer. With a clean-cut face so close, Wen Yizhan held his breath, his eyes wide open and motionless, letting Jiang Yuhuo manipulate him.

A warm, gentle breeze blew past, and Jiang Yuhuo gently blew into his eyes.

My usually steady and strong heartbeat skipped a few beats...

The annoying bug had probably been blown away, and Jiang Yuhuo was now quite far away.

She was about to put the Qiongyu Dew bottle in the cabinet to use tomorrow, but just as she was about to get up, her sleeve was pulled.

The person on the couch looked at her with a smile in one eye, "Why are you leaving so early today?"

Jiang Yuhuo showed him the medicine bottle in her hand, "I'm not leaving, I'm just putting the medicine bottle away."

Wen Yizhan sat up, moving her upper body closer to Jiang Yuhuo, and gently rested her head on Jiang's shoulder. "Let me lean on you for a while."

Ever since he leaned against her like this last time, he'd found this to be a great spot. Jiang Yuhuo's straight shoulders were just the right amount of room for him to rest his chin on, and the curve of her shoulders and neck nestled against his own. If it weren't for the slight discomfort from her bones, this would be the most comfortable place to sleep. He used to think that a senior brother should be a support for his junior sister, but now he thought this was quite nice too.

Jiang Yuhuo touched his forehead. "Is your head hurting again?"

Wen Yizhan shook her head and rubbed half her face against her shoulder. "It doesn't hurt."

"Don't lie to me. The people of Wuyai Mountain all said that the dragon's poison is extremely yin and cold, and when it takes effect, people will suffer unbearable pain."

"That old man is just spouting nonsense, don't listen to his rubbish. Let your senior brother lean on it for a while, and the pain will go away."

Jiang Yuhuo sat obediently in her place, recalling the matter she had asked Wuyaishanren earlier. Her blood contained fire element, which was extremely yang and hot, and in theory should be able to restrain extremely yin and cold things, but she was not sure, fearing that she might accidentally make Wen Yizhan feel even more uncomfortable.

She had seen Wen Yizhan when he was poisoned; his whole body was covered in frost, and the usually talkative man was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a single word. He clenched his hands tightly, desperately trying to suppress the urge to gouge his eyes out.

To avoid causing further harm, Jiang Yuhuo had no choice but to consult the old hermit of Wuyai Mountain. The old hermit checked her pulse and confirmed that her blood was indeed different from that of ordinary cultivators. Although he seemed hesitant, he nodded. Since there was no other way, perhaps they could give it a try.

Wen Yizhan closed his eyes. Although the pain from the onset of the cold poison was intense, the process was slow. At first, it was just like a normal headache, but then it gradually turned into excruciating pain. He could only lean on Jiang Yuhuo's shoulder and wait for the next round of excruciating pain to arrive.

But before the excruciating pain arrived, Jiang Yuhuo's blood came first.

Upon smelling the blood, Wen Yizhan immediately opened her eyes, only to see Jiang Yuhuo had cut her wrist and was now dripping the blood from her wrist into a small bowl.

He quickly stopped her from harming herself, grabbing her wrist with one hand. "What are you doing?"

This time, Jiang Yuhuo did not give in to him. She broke free from his hand, told him about what she had discussed with Wuyaishanren, and then held the small bowl of blood to his lips.

Wen Yizhan quickly stepped back, angrily saying, "Has that old man gone mad? How could he even think of such a method? No, let me stop the bleeding for you."

Jiang Yuhuo naturally refused, stubbornly holding up the bowl.

Wen Yizhan couldn't persuade her otherwise. She frowned and pursed her lips, looking like she would rather die than submit. She refused to touch the bowl of blood no matter what.

"Listen to me, it's just a try. If it doesn't work, then don't drink it." Having failed to reason with him, Jiang Yuhuo decided to try a different approach.

Wen Yizhan still refused to speak. He could not accept treating her injuries in order to heal himself, let alone drink her blood.

"If you don't drink it, all my blood will have been shed in vain."

Wen Yizhan turned her head and saw that the newly cut wound on her wrist was still bleeding. The blood flowed down her fair forearm to her elbow, and she was still stubbornly holding the bowl with that hand, showing no intention of stopping the bleeding.

The two sides are deadlocked, each holding firm to their principles and bottom lines.

Blood continued to flow from Jiang Yuhuo's wrist, dripping from her elbow. The increasingly red line of blood constantly stung Wen Yizhan's eyes, and the pain in her mind intensified, gradually eroding her reason.

After a short while, he finally gave in. This confrontation was an unfair contest from the start, and he couldn't possibly outlast her.

Wen Yizhan suddenly took the bowl from her hand and drank the blood inside in one gulp.

Jiang Yuhuo was overjoyed and reached out to take the empty bowl from his hand, but the next moment Wen Yizhan suddenly grabbed her hand, covered it with his lips, and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood off her wrist bit by bit.

The soft tongue licked the wound, causing a slight pain and a strange tingling sensation.

Jiang Yuhuo resisted the urge to pull his hand away, waiting until Wen Yizhan licked it clean.

"Alright, not a drop wasted." Wen Yizhan looked up and handed her her hand back, telling her to wash her hands and stop the bleeding immediately.

Jiang Yuhuo wasn't in a hurry. This minor injury was nothing to her because of the golden seal inside her body. Instead, she was worried about Wen Yizhan's health. "How are you feeling?"

A flicker of unease crossed Wen Yizhan's face. His tongue unconsciously pressed against his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were still savoring the taste. This made his earlier resistance seem like a joke. At first, it was because he didn't want to see her bleed; in a moment of impulsiveness, he pressed his lips against hers. But after actually swallowing, a warm current seeped into his veins…

His junior sister's blood was bitter yet warm, even carrying a hint of the dryness left by burning incense. The abundant spiritual energy he had just cultivated seeped into his blood, nourishing him subtly. Her blood did indeed dispel the coldness in his body, and his headache seemed to be suppressed as well.

But I always felt that this shouldn't be happening. How could he use his junior sister's blood to treat her, and even... this was too strange.

Wen Yizhan felt guilty, so she could only purse her lips and nod to answer truthfully.

Jiang Yuhuo was overjoyed, "Great! I'll go and invite Wuyaishanren over right away."

After Jiang Yuhuo left, Wen Yizhan guiltily stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the remaining blood from the corner of her mouth, grinding it between her teeth before swallowing it all.

Not long after, Wuyai Mountain Man was invited by Jiang Yuhuo. After another round of observation, listening, questioning and palpation, the old mountain man turned to look at Jiang Yuhuo, used a silver needle to prick a bead of blood from her fingertip, and smelled it under his nose.

"It is indeed blood of extreme yang, which can suppress the coldness in his body, but it cannot detoxify him."

"So, can it relieve the pain when the poison takes effect?" Jiang Yuhuo asked hurriedly.

Wuyaishanren nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the expectant True Yang Peak disciple. This was no ordinary fire element that a cultivator could refine; it was the bloodline of an ancient clan. But how could such a bloodline appear in a cultivator who came from the mortal realm?

Possessing such blood, yet lacking a matching body. Any further movement will result in being engulfed in flames...

When Old Zhang asked him to treat her before, he only thought that she was a cultivator born with fire element, and that her cultivation was too shallow to suppress it. So he asked them to use cold jade to suppress it, but he never expected that the real reason was like this.

Upon receiving confirmation from Wuyaishanren, Jiang Yuhuo's face immediately lit up with joy.

If it's useful, that's good. Even if it only relieves a little of the pain from the poison, it's still good. If it can reduce my senior brother's pain, then her blood has value.

Wuyaishanren gave Jiang Yuhuo a look, signaling him to go outside to talk. The two of them left the inner room together and walked into the courtyard.

Wuyaishanren understood the disciple's character, so he went straight to the point and asked, "Have you ever had a different body?"

Jiang Yuhuo originally thought that Wuyaishanren came out only to inform Wen Yizhan about his injuries, but he didn't expect him to ask about this matter. Since he was able to ask, he must have already noticed some clues. Jiang Yuhuo no longer hid it and said, "Yes."

"Can your original body still be found?"

Jiang Yuhuo originally wanted to nod, but then she thought that she didn't know if the Nightmare Demon was still in Pinghai County. She also didn't know what the Nightmare Demon would do with her body. Perhaps it had already been destroyed. So she could only answer, "...I don't know either."

The hermit of Wuyai Mountain frowned, as if muttering to himself, "What should we do now..."

His expression was solemn. "As your cultivation level increases, this body will find it increasingly difficult to bear your bloodline. Do you understand what I mean?" Seeing the blank look in her eyes, Wuyai Mountain Man explained, "In other words, when your cultivation reaches the limit of your body, this body will be burned to ashes, and you will not be able to survive."

The joy that had just been overwhelming was instantly extinguished. "But my spiritual power has been increasing lately, and the burning sensation in my body is not as intense as before..."

Jiang Yuhuo didn't understand; everything was clearly getting better...

Wuyaishanren shook his head, "Spiritual energy only temporarily protects the body, but this is a curse in the bloodline of the ancient race, and in the end, spiritual energy cannot resist it."

"I heard you were seriously injured in the Immortal Sect Competition. Is it because of your bloodline fire element?"

Jiang Yuhuo looked somewhat bewildered and nodded slightly.

Wuyaishanren's expression was solemn. "This means that this body is no longer able to withstand your bloodline."

"Take back your original body as soon as possible."

...

Wuyaishanren left, but Jiang Yuhuo stood outside for a long time.

Wuyaishanren explained it very clearly, but Jiang Yuhuo also understood it perfectly well.

She couldn't. That body had lost its spiritual veins; if she went back, she would only become a cripple again.