Chapter 232 Though Dead, Still Alive (A Heart Attacked by Anger) Xiu Lin Feiran is actually very...

This sounded like a joke, but the tone was quite different from usual.

The curtains, billowing in the wind, fell, obscuring Lin Feiran's suddenly wide-eyed stare. Ru Xian tilted her head slightly, peering at her through the overlapping gaps, her emerald eyes slightly narrowed, it was unclear whether she was smiling.

"No……"

Before Lin Feiran could finish speaking, Wei Changzai immediately tightened his grip on her hand, as if afraid she would pull it away. However, she was already somewhat weak, and with such a grip, her right hand lost its strength, so she could only loosely cover his lips and nose.

Warm, rapid breaths blew past, leaving a damp patch on my palm.

Lin Feiran was about to speak when a sudden itch rose in her throat, causing her to cough incessantly and become unable to speak. She was truly at a loss for words.

At this moment, Ru Xian had already walked in.

He was indeed joking when he said those words, but it wasn't just that. Regardless of the current situation, Lin Feiran's health is always the most important thing.

We'll discuss the rest later.

Behind the overlapping curtains, a tall figure could be vaguely seen, and long boots with brocade and gold patterns gradually approached.

Ru Xian raised his hand and brushed aside the curtain, glancing sideways at the furnishings inside. Just a few steps away, he could take in everything.

Whether it's the items or the decorations, they don't resemble the furnishings of a young man who has cultivated for a long time; they're more like those of a young girl.

His gaze swept over the straw figures on the table, and then over the curtains pieced together from scraps of cloth and gauze. He seemed lost in thought, his eyebrows slightly raised, a thoughtful expression in his eyes. He then lifted the last layer and looked at the two of them.

But Wei Changzai was just doing it incidentally; his gaze was more focused on Lin Feiran.

He was observing her complexion, pupils, and injuries.

Although they were still some distance apart, given his size, he reached the bedside in just a few steps. Before even sitting down, he leaned down, placed one hand on her wrist with fingers together, and touched the back of her neck with the other, gently massaging a certain spot.

Lin Feiran's coughing gradually stopped, and the soreness in her lower back was relieved by most of it, but she felt even more exhausted. She leaned against the bed railing, with only her clear eyes still able to move.

Wei Changzai tightened his grip even more, looking at Ru Xian with a deep and cold gaze. He was still breathing unevenly, but Lin Feiran's condition was not right at the moment, so he fell silent, looked at her for a moment, and then let his hand fall back into her palm.

No one knew the turmoil and fear in his heart at that moment. He could only grip her wrist tightly, press his forehead against her palm, and curl up to regulate his breathing.

Ru Xian didn't notice; all his attention was focused on Lin Feiran.

When she sensed something amiss with the incantation he had written earlier, she knew she had encountered a formidable foe. Upon further investigation, she found that the situation was indeed worse than she had imagined.

He bent down and lifted her up, taking her pulse with one hand while running his fingers down her spine with the other. Soon, the tent was filled with the scent of cold plum blossoms.

While feeling his bones, he suddenly met Lin Feiran's gaze. She looked up at him with a hint of apology and distress, her long hair disheveled, and she pursed her lips as she looked at him.

It's just like that white dog that played around in the city for several days and didn't return, and afterwards only dared to linger outside the door.

But Lin Feiran is even more endearing than it.

Ru Xian knew he wasn't an easy person to get along with, but he found it hard to get angry with Lin Feiran.

Whenever I see her, whether it's her face or her eyes, the emotions that rise in my heart are immediately diluted by another kind of joy, and even the most raging anger will be extinguished in an instant.

He couldn't help but think, it was Lin Feiran, what could she have done wrong?

He could tell without her explanation that the young cultivator's breathing was abnormal and that she was just helping him to prevent him from suddenly dying.

Lin Feiran is indeed that kind of person, and that's exactly what he likes about her.

Although he had swiftly forgiven Lin Feiran, Ru Xian did not show it. He tapped her brow with his finger, his expression unchanged, and his voice as cool and faint as the fragrance filling the tent.

"I haven't even asked a question yet, and you're already trying to scare me with a cough?"

The implication was that she preemptively used her physical discomfort to silence him.

When Lin Feiran saw him speak, her eyes lit up and she immediately said, "I didn't cough on purpose."

He pressed down on her spine as if playing the piano, his fingering technique quite peculiar.

He was checking her bones, but because it was Lin Feiran, his movements were slower and more delicate. She could feel a slight pain from time to time, but it was very brief. Before she could say anything, she could only grab his wrist, and when she felt a pain, she would immediately grab it.

For sword cultivators, the spine is indeed very important, but there are only a few sections in total. Even if one is very careful, it will not take long to examine them all.

He straightened up, but his expression was somewhat solemn, and he did not withdraw his hand from his wrist.

However, he now has time to look elsewhere.

Lin Feiran followed his gaze, but was helplessly held by Wei Changzai and could not pull her hand away. She had no choice but to explain, "He had some difficulty breathing just now. I was afraid he would faint, so I covered his mouth and nose."

“I know.” Ru Xian turned to look at her. “We’ll talk about other things after your injuries are treated.”

After speaking, he took out a silver needle and, with a flick of his wrist, pierced the acupoint on the side of Wei Changzai's neck. His breathing quickly calmed down. As if trying to pull Lin Feiran's hand back, Wei Changzai did not let go.

"For the sake of you creating this hellhole, I'll let you off this time."

Wei Changzai looked straight at him, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

In the brief moment of their standoff, Lin Feiran finally regained some strength. She moved her wrist and, under Wei Changzai's slowly shifting gaze, withdrew her hand.

This time it went very smoothly.

The three fell silent simultaneously, facing each other in a triangular formation, each with their own thoughts.

Ru Xian was clearly very satisfied, but there wasn't much joy on his face. He withdrew his hand from taking Lin Feiran's pulse and looked at him, saying...

"Your injuries are not minor; it's best for you to rest and recuperate."

"I suppose you've already fulfilled your promise to Zhang Si and the others, so don't worry about it anymore. Beyond the Abyss, whatever storms may rage, they are none of your concern."

Lin Feiran was taken aback and asked in surprise, "I only feel some soreness, how could I be seriously injured?"

As he finished using his usual golden needles, Ru Xian glanced at her upon hearing this and said in a cold voice, "Is that so?"

He touched a spot on her back, and with just a little force, Lin Feiran felt a piercing pain. Even though she was usually able to endure pain, she couldn't help but cry out and instinctively hid among the pile of plush toys.

Ru Xian frowned slightly and pursed her lips, saying, "I don't know what you did yesterday, but it's clear that you've exceeded the limits your body can handle."

Your entire body has several cracks in your bones; if it weren't for the attached sword bones supporting you, you would be bedridden right now.

And your spiritual veins are so disordered and parched, even I rarely see such a thing. If they weren't inherently different from ordinary people's, so deep and unfathomable, you would probably be nothing but skin and bones by now.

As she spoke, Ru Xian did indeed feel a slight anger, but this anger was not directed at her.

Lin Feiran didn't want him to show that expression, and she knew in her heart that what she needed to do now was not to explain.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, she remembered his earlier words, "You've changed so much," so she withdrew her strength, awkwardly covered her back, and whispered a sentence.

"It hurts so much."

Ru Xie: "..."

He had long known that Lin Feiran was very good at coming up with ideas in a hurry.

But it must be said that when she acted quickly and cleverly, she did the right thing.

He also knew that Lin Feiran was actually very good at coaxing people.

After looking for a moment, Ru Xian couldn't help but smile. He took the gold needles and sat on the edge of the bed: "It's cracked near the spine, why are you clutching your waist?"

Lin Feiran silently moved her hand up a few inches, then coughed weakly twice. Although they both knew she was pretending to be unwell, she was still a little embarrassed to be acting so innocent for the first time.

As Ru Xian counted her injuries, she looked at Wei Changzai, paused for a moment, and then said, "I'm going to treat her with acupuncture. Are you going to stay here too?"

Wei Changzai was in a state of utter confusion. The two of them had gotten so close that they couldn't tolerate a third person. Moreover, because he knew Lin Feiran so well, he knew that her earlier statement about liking him was not a lie.

She did indeed fall for this person.

What should we do?

Unable to come up with a solution and unwilling to delay treatment, he got up and left, sitting alone on the roof ridge.

Seeing his almost fleeing figure, Ru Xian turned to look at Lin Feiran, then looked away, took out a golden needle, and slowly quenched it with spiritual fire and medicinal power.

"His symptoms just now must have been caused by a sudden and intense attack of anger. What did you say to him?"

Having already made those coaxing gestures, Lin Feiran had already lowered her guard considerably, so she no longer felt embarrassed to hear his question.

She frankly said, "We talked a lot, and I'm not sure if it was this sentence."

I told him, "I have someone I like, and it's you."

After he finished speaking, the room remained silent for a long time.

Lin Feiran had already taken off her clothes, leaving only an undergarment, in order to administer acupuncture, but she still hadn't heard any sound like snowflakes. She sat up and looked.

Under the flickering lights, Ru Xian was twirling a golden needle, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, while her earlobes were tinged with a blush of rosy light.

Hearing Lin Feiran stand up, he turned to look at her, his eyes full of smiles.

Is it hot?

At first she was puzzled, but after the two looked at each other for a moment, she suddenly realized something, her eyes opened slightly, and a flush quickly rose on her face, her ears turning even redder than his.

If she weren't currently unable to move, she would probably start pretending to be busy again.

Lin Feiran's gaze darted around, not daring to look ahead, until the person walked over, she quickly glanced at him and whispered.

"I'm telling the truth."

He leaned down, his forehead touching hers, and whispered, "I know."

...

Although her injuries were serious, they were not in imminent danger for Lin Feiran's physical condition. However, her situation was very complicated, and Ru Xian spent almost the entire night treating her.

It is necessary to help her root bones heal, nourish her sword bones, and also provide her with many spiritual herbs and pills to heal her internal injuries, replenish her spiritual power, and then guide her spiritual meridians with qi to straighten them out.

Such a complex illness would require at least three to five days of research and deliberation for a physician to diagnose and treat.

Fortunately, Ru Xian was different. He knew Lin Feiran's physical condition very well, and even knew the extent of her growth of each of her sword bones. This allowed him to provide timely treatment and prevent the condition from worsening.

When the sun rises between the peach trees, it is like a hail of snowflakes retracting into a golden needle; I rise and wash my hands.

He glanced to the side and saw Lin Feiran fast asleep in bed. No need to ask further, this was also his doing.

She originally wanted to stay awake and keep him company, but she should rest at night, so he used the old method. After working so hard for so long, she should relax for a few days.

As if a hailstorm were to turn around, form a hand seal and lift all the curtains hanging in the room, allowing sunlight to stream in and making the room much brighter.

He has never liked places that are too dark.

As he stepped out of the room, he glanced at the furnishings once more, tapped his fingers lightly, and then went to the courtyard. He placed the herbs he needed for the day into his portable cauldron, added a cluster of spiritual fire, and began refining them.

Wei Changzai was still sitting on the roof ridge, but his expression was obviously much better than last night, even somewhat calm, as if he had figured something out.

He did indeed arrive at his own answer after a night of contemplation.

So he looked at the people in the courtyard, his jealousy and hatred had faded considerably, replaced by contemplation.

Both of them could sense each other's subtle scrutiny, but neither of them intended to speak. Wei Changzai leaped down and went to the kitchen next door to prepare medicinal meals to help him recover.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Feiran and his grandmaster finally finished their conversation in their dream. Just as he was about to slowly wake up, he was suddenly jolted awake by a loud noise outside the courtyard.

Lin Feiran suddenly sat up and looked outside warily. His grandmaster was also frightened. His spirit immediately floated out and rushed to the door, saying urgently.

"What's going on? Have they already broken in?"

Lin Feiran moved slowly. Her grandmaster had already floated to the door when she got up from bed. But she was just as anxious and asked hurriedly.

"Grandmaster, have they broken through?"

"..."

The grandmaster remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at her. The usually gentle and polite man revealed a forced smile.

“Good junior, those two are fighting. Your grandmaster thinks you should go back and pretend to be asleep.”

Author's Note: Wei Changzai: I've figured it out.

Ruhae:......^^

Lin Feiran: Sigh

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