Zhang Shaozhong narrowly escaped death after his qi deviation, but he was extremely weak and didn't even have the strength to sit up in bed.

Ling Qingxue took care of him by his bedside every day, feeding him medicine and meals, wiping his body and changing his clothes, even more meticulously than when she was a new mother.

"I can do it myself." Zhang Shaozhong tried to take the medicine bowl, his hands trembling like a leaf.

Ling Qingxue held the medicine spoon to his lips: "Don't be stubborn, drink the medicine first."

Zhang Shaozhong frowned as he drank the terribly bitter medicine, and couldn't help but ask, "When I went crazy... I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Ling Qingxue subconsciously touched the scabbed wound on her forehead and said with a smile, "No, although you are not in your right mind, you have never really hurt me."

Zhang Shaozhong isn't stupid; he can tell from her expression that she's lying.

He reached out and gently touched the scar on her forehead: "This... I did it, didn't I?"

Ling Qingxue quickly turned her head away: "I already said it was my fault for bumping into you."

Zhang Shaozhong remained silent and quietly finished the rest of his medicine.

A few days later, Zhang Shaozhong was able to get out of bed and walk around, but he was still very weak.

Ling Qingxue helped him sunbathe in the courtyard; his white hair was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

"Can my hair... ever turn back?" Zhang Shaozhong suddenly asked.

Ling Qingxue paused for a moment, then said softly, "When you feel better, I'll help you find some medicinal herbs to try."

Zhang Shaozhong shook his head: "Forget it, let it be white, it's fine too."

As the two were talking, Master Xuanji arrived.

"It seems like the recovery is going well."

Master Xuanji sized up Zhang Shaozhong a few times. “Now that you can walk, don’t just sit around all day. You can’t stop practicing the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique; if you do, all your previous efforts will be wasted.”

Ling Qingxue hurriedly said, "Master, my husband has just woken up..."

“It’s alright.” Zhang Shaozhong interrupted her. “Senior is right. Cultivation cannot be stopped.”

Master Xuanji nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it. But this time we need to proceed step by step, and not act recklessly like last time."

After Master Xuanji left, Ling Qingxue looked at Zhang Shaozhong with concern: "Are you really still going to practice that technique?"

Zhang Shaozhong gazed at the distant mountain peaks, his eyes turning cold again: "The revenge hasn't been taken yet, of course I need to train."

From that day on, Zhang Shaozhong began practicing the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique again, but this time he was much more obedient, practicing for only two hours a day and spending the rest of the time recuperating and healing.

Ling Qingxue was still worried and came to accompany him in his cultivation every day, fearing that something else might happen to him.

That day, after Zhang Shaozhong finished his cultivation, he suddenly asked Ling Qingxue, "Why don't you cultivate? You're always guarding me, and your own cultivation has fallen behind."

Ling Qingxue was making him tea, and without looking up, she said, "It's not too late for me to start cultivating after I'm better."

Zhang Shaozhong was silent for a moment, then said, "Starting tomorrow, you will cultivate with me."

Ling Qingxue looked at him in surprise.

Zhang Shaozhong avoided her gaze, his tone still cold: "Now that your cultivation is higher, you'll be able to help me more in the future."

Ling Qingxue knew he was worried about her, and her heart warmed. She nodded and said, "Okay."

So the two began cultivating together. Zhang Shao focused on refining the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique, while Ling Qingxue cultivated the Taiyin True Technique.

The two chilling energies intertwined in the cave, complementing each other perfectly.

Sometimes, when Zhang Shaozhong reached a crucial point in his cultivation, he would unconsciously hold Ling Qingxue's hand.

Ling Qingxue could feel that the temperature of his palms was much lower than usual, which was due to the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique.

"Are you cold?" she asked softly.

Zhang Shaozhong shook his head, but didn't let go of his hand.

A month passed in this way, and Zhang Shaozhong's injuries were mostly healed. His cultivation level was also stabilized at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and he was only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage.

Under his guidance, Ling Qingxue's cultivation level also improved significantly.

Master Xuanji came again that day and was very satisfied with the two's progress in cultivation.

“That’s right. At this rate, we’ll be able to take revenge on the Demon Lord in a few years,” said Master Xuanji.

Zhang Shaozhong's eyes sharpened: "Several years is too long."

Master Xuanji stroked his beard: "What's the rush? The Demon Lord isn't going anywhere. As for you, you should heal your injuries first."

After Master Xuanji left, Ling Qingxue couldn't help but ask, "Husband, if... if one day you discover that the truth isn't what you think, what will you do?"

Zhang Shaozhong frowned: "What truth?"

"It's about your uncle and aunt..." Ling Qingxue said cautiously, "What if it really wasn't the Demon Lord who did it?"

Zhang Shaozhong's eyes instantly turned cold: "Was that demonic energy on the scene fake? Was Ye Meier's admission false?"

"Mei'er was just saying that in anger!" Ling Qingxue hurriedly explained, "Besides, demonic energy can be faked!"

Zhang Shaozhong suddenly stood up: "Enough! I don't want to hear any more of this. The murderer is the Demon Lord, that's a fact!"

He turned to leave, but Ling Qingxue grabbed him: "Husband, can't you think about this calmly? If the Demon Lord really wanted to kill Uncle and Aunt, why would he need to disguise his demonic energy? He could have done it openly!"

Zhang Shaozhong shook off her hand: "You're right, he could indeed act openly and honestly. So he killed someone and then deliberately left behind demonic energy to provoke them, isn't that just his style?"

Ling Qingxue was so angry at his logic that she couldn't speak.

Looking at her flushed face, Zhang Shaozhong softened his tone slightly: "I know you mean well. But I will make my own judgment on this matter."

After saying that, he returned to his cave to continue his cultivation.

Ling Qingxue stood in the courtyard, feeling both angry and helpless. She knew that Zhang Shaozhong was blinded by hatred, but she didn't know how to bring him to his senses.

That night, Ling Qingxue had a dream in which Zhang Shaozhong and the Demon Lord fought fiercely and both were seriously injured.

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