Brother, please recover soon.

Leng Can didn't say anything and went back to the dormitory to get some clothes for the two of them to change into.

The once bustling Wuqing Mountain now only had the two of them left, wanting to cry but unable to, filled with endless sorrow, and sobs that spilled out from time to time.

He watched Leng Can break up the snacks and feed them to Miaoya and Black Cat. He turned over, the clear water swaying with his movements. He said, "Yanhuo and Muxue, I've asked them to return to the sword to rest. There's no point in telling them about this."

"Well, it's just futile sadness." Leng Can gently stroked Hei Yu's head, slowly took off his clothes and stepped into the water. The hot water wrapped around his body, as if it could also wash away the sadness and fatigue in his body. "Where are my parents?"

"We've sent them back. We've cast a spell on them. We can sense any danger."

"Well, thank you, senior brother." Leng Can closed his eyes and covered them with a hot towel.

Li slowly moved over and helped him brush away the blood scabs at the end of his hair. "Everything has its own laws. I'm here. We are still two people and can rely on each other."

"I know. We have to stay together until Xiaomo and Master wake up."

"Yes." Li patted his head gently, "Let's guard Wuqing Mountain together and wait for them to come back."

The two seemed to have grown up overnight, practicing, investigating the mountain, entertaining guests, washing and wiping the bodies of Cong Mo and Qing Yi.

Similarly, Wuqing Mountain has become much quieter. If you don’t get closer, you won’t know that there are still people inside.

The old man recovered quickly. In just one month, the blood scab fell off and new flesh grew out of the wound. However, he was still in a state of confusion and could not wake up. Perhaps he had consumed too much spiritual energy and needed time to recover. Sometimes he could wake up for a long time and talk to them, ask them for things, and eat something. Sometimes, he would be awake for a few days or even half a month without any signs of waking up.

The two could only take turns to supply him with some spiritual power every day as nutritional support, but inevitably, the old man still lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cong Mo was even more ruthless than him. She lay on the cold couch with her eyes closed. She was perhaps sealed off from herself. Leng Can could not channel his spiritual power into her. Only her light breathing and slow beating heart could let Leng Can sense that she was still alive.

This often caused him to wake up from nightmares, so he later simply made a bed on the floor in the ice room and slept on the ground. Being with Cong Mo made him feel more at ease.

When he felt bored or in pain during his training, he would cry to the sleeping Cong Mo, calling her a nuisance, calling her a bastard, asking her why she hadn't woken up yet and how much longer she would sleep...

Scold her, "I miss you so much..."

Cong Mo was unaware of anything, as if his soul was floating away, with his eyes closed and no reaction.

He wiped away his tears and told himself that he must hold on and continue practicing to improve himself. He endured the impatience and practiced the meditation that he had previously hated.

Ji Shufeng, Yin Yi and Chi Chengming had also come to Wuqing Mountain to see it, but Leng Can didn't even let them in. He told them in a distant and friendly manner that everything was fine and asked them to go back early.

The three had never seen Leng Can so cold and self-possessed before. They were extremely worried, but Leng Can remained unmoved. The smile he had been maintaining gradually faded. "Three of you, please go back. Everything is fine. Don't be so stubborn."

They cast their hopeful gazes on Yu, but he only shook his head and said the same thing as they did, "Please go back."

The three of them had no choice but to go back.

The sect leader had also come here before. If Leng Can had not stopped him, he would have pounced on her and cut her into pieces.

"Master, please return quickly." Leng Can held onto Xi tightly. "You know, Wuqing Mountain doesn't welcome you very much."

He made no secret of the fact that he was just as unwilling to be with her.

The clan leader was angry, but she could do nothing about it. This was what she always owed Qingyi. No matter in the past or now, she would always owe him. "If Qingyi wakes up, remember to tell me."

"Try your best." Leng Can nodded.

They formed an isolated island for themselves, with no one entering and no one leaving, simply because of fear and the desire to protect themselves.

Leng Can did not break his promise. After receiving the book from the King of Hell, he continuously delivered food to the King of Hell for the past six months. Since they could not go to the human world, they passed on the delicious food of Wuqing Mountain that they learned to cook. Although it was light, it was not bad.

The King of Hell liked it, and often praised the refreshing taste of the food in Wuqing Mountain. The two of them would sometimes chat for a few minutes. Although it was irrelevant, Leng Can always felt that the King of Hell was not a bad person.

Leng Can was afraid that he would get tired of it, so they discussed it with Xi and later learned to make some snacks. After a long time, they became familiar with how to make them, and the taste was not much worse than that in the human world.

There are many things that they didn’t know how to do or were too lazy to do before, but now they have to try them.

They seem to have long been accustomed to this kind of life and rely on themselves for everything.

With no one to rely on, they need to rely on each other and the ruthless mountain.

On a refreshing morning, the wind blows across my cheeks, and the fallen leaves fall into my palms.

Lying by the window, he closed his eyes and felt the wind blowing. He raised his hand and gently gathered the scattered silver hair. His fingertips brushed across the ends of the hair with gentle movements. The plain silk ribbon was tied into a lingering knot around his wrist. The silver hair was then neatly tied into a loose bun. A few strands of hair fell in front of his smooth forehead.

A white jade hairpin was pinned diagonally in his hair. His silver hair, originally as cold as frost, was now tied up gently and properly. His lowered eyebrows concealed endless warmth and hidden sadness. The corners of his lips were always tilted downwards. The tied silver hair fell quietly on his shoulders. Compared with his original lively and agile appearance, he looked much more mature.

Two seasons have passed since the day they fell into a coma. Autumn has just arrived, and in the human world, it is the Lantern Festival again.

"Brother, this account isn't right." Leng Can pointed at the notebook and called him, "Xianshan allocated too much to Wuqingshan."

He replied nonchalantly, "It's also compensation."

"They're all being used for useless things." Leng Can shook his head, looking worried, and said helplessly, "Xianshan only needs two people to feed them, so there's nowhere to spend all that silver."

Li turned around and took the notebook from his hand, carefully examining what Leng Can had written. "Indeed."

"But it's not a bad thing." Leng Can said calmly, pressing the rim of the teapot with his slender fingertips and filling the empty cup in front of him with tea.

Looking up, the eyes that were originally innocent and lovely had already become calm and indifferent.

Her black hair was tied up high and fixed firmly with a black jade hairpin. The hair was as smooth and neat as ink-dyed silk, without a trace of disorder. Her originally gentle temperament was completely restrained. There seemed to be a coldness like frost and snow between her brows, and her every move was calm and composed.

If I were to use an appropriate word to describe him, I would say he is like a male version of Cong Mo.

He said, "Save it and donate it to the people, or buy Xiaomo and Master some clothes after they wake up. More is always better than less."

"If they woke up and knew what we did, they would be happy for us."

"Hmm." He put down his notebook and took a sip of tea. "It's the Lantern Festival again in the human world. Want to go and see it this year? And buy some things."

"Alright, we should go to the human world and buy some things. Master has been awake more and more often recently. I think he will be fully recovered soon."

"Yes." Yi's expression brightened. "That time, I used magic to check the spiritual energy stored in Junior Sister's body, and it was already full. Everything is recovering. When they wake up, we can spend the New Year in the human world in Wuqing Mountain."

"It's been a while since I celebrated the New Year, so I'm staying up all night." Leng Can said with a gentle smile, "Let the fireworks and dusk snow be like this. We are also strengthening the defenses of Wuqing Mountain. It's only for a while, nothing will happen."

"Calculating the time, tomorrow night is just right."

"good."

The two of them checked the accounts, discussed things, admired the scenery for a while, looked at the time, and went to the ice room.

"It's my turn today." Leng Can helped the old man sit up. "Brother, if Master wakes up, please feed him some porridge."

"good."

Leng Can closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the spiritual power from his eyebrows was guided and transmitted into the body of the old man through his palms.

He sat aside, holding the porridge, and used a magic instrument to observe the old man's body.

As the spiritual power entered his body, the old man gradually frowned, coughed violently, and opened his eyes.

"Master." Leng Can quickly stopped and supported him. "How do you feel?"

"Much better." The old man coughed twice, supported himself with his arms, and sat on the edge of the couch.

"My spiritual energy has largely recovered, and the wounds from the lightning strike are almost completely healed." He put down his magical tool. "After today's healing, I shouldn't fall into a coma again."

The old man looked at the two of them with satisfaction, "You've worked hard these days, and you've grown a lot."

"It's time for you to grow up." Leng Can stood up and gave his seat to Xi. "Brother, since Master is awake, I'll go check on Xiao Mo first."

"Yes." He picked up the meat porridge and handed him the magic weapon. "Go."

"good."

"Cong Mo, are you still not awake?" The fact that Cong Mo was in a coma could not be kept secret forever. They told him when the old man Qingyi woke up for the first time. The old man Qingyi swallowed the meat porridge, and his empty stomach was relieved. He had lost too much weight during this period of time, and his originally firm abdominal muscles became soft.

"No, she was... sigh..." She blew the cold porridge and brought it to his mouth, "When she channeled her spiritual energy into shaping Leng Can's body, she used up too much. She even channeled away the most basic spiritual energy in her bones and veins to support her body. Junior sister... is lucky to be still alive. I didn't tell Junior brother about this because I was afraid he... wouldn't be able to hold on."

"It's all my fault. I didn't protect..."

"Don't say such discouraging words. Everything is fine now, isn't it?" Xi interrupted him hastily, raised his eyes, and his clear eyes were filled with crystal tears.

The old man opened his arms to him and said, "Leng Can is not here, let me hug you."

Unable to hold back any longer, she pursed her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put down the porridge and threw herself into his arms, "Wuwu...Brother, um...I hope you can get better soon."