Chapter 7, Madam, don't joke around.
When Yao Jin woke up again, she was still a little dazed and her mind was still foggy.
She stared at the bed curtains, remaining silent for a moment.
Suddenly, a resolute young voice rang in his ears, "The Tender Dew of Affection is my masterpiece, how could it possibly have an antidote!"
Masterpieces are usually created by people who are easily carried away by their success, and Chu Fengliu was such a person.
He was not old, looking only about seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate and handsome features. However, his action of slamming the table at this moment was slightly rough. "The tender affection revealed the effect of couples enhancing their pleasure and repairing damaged bodies."
Just one drop is enough to ignite a passionate, unending love between two people! It's truly an essential household item and a remedy for mastering the arts of the bedroom!
Meng Ji lowered his eyes, too lazy to look at him, and said, "Three times."
Chu Feng was stunned: "You, you, you! I wouldn't give such a good medicine to anyone else even if they begged me, and you, as my husband, not only don't appreciate it, but you even threaten me?"
"three."
Chu Fengliu, still in shock: "You are repaying kindness with enmity, kicking someone when they're down, and betraying them after they've served their purpose! You are ungrateful!"
Yao Jin slowly lowered the bed curtains, and the continuous, breathless creaking sound made her heart clench.
In a daze, her head spun even more.
Yao Jin silently pulled the blanket over her head.
"Two." Meng Ji also closed his eyes slightly amidst this series of words.
There was no need for "one" anymore; Chu Fengliu's knees buckled on the spot. "Boss, the antidote."
Meng Ji picked up the porcelain bottle from Chu Fengliu's palm and said succinctly, "How do I use it?"
"Just smell it under your nose." Having just brushed with death, Chu Fengliu was completely exhausted. He stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and poured himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves. "I'm not saying this to be mean, but Immortal Lord has too many things to do. The antidote is yourself, why make things so complicated?"
He even stayed up several all-nighters to refine it before the Immortal Lord's wedding.
Not only did they not thank him, but they also came over to threaten him.
Good people never get rewarded!
"Luckily, I still have one bottle left." Although this stuff is currently useless to Chu Fengliu, who knows, maybe one day he'll find a Daoist partner!
Chu Fengliu hurriedly finished a cup of tea and started chatting, "The Immortal Sect Competition is just around the corner. Does the Immortal Lord still remember the jokes he made when he took office?"
Chu Fengliu still vividly remembered what happened a hundred years ago. He slapped his thigh and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, there was actually a demon couple who wanted to test their love. They disguised themselves as cultivators from the eight major sects and infiltrated the immortal sect. Luckily, they were discovered in the end, otherwise, they might have really taken them away."
"However, after this experience, I heard that this year's Immortal Sect Competition has added a checkpoint for verifying demon stones. Everyone will have to verify their identity before the competition."
After Chu Fengliu finished rambling on and on, he didn't hear a response for a long time, so he awkwardly changed the subject, "By the way, about Madam Mu that you asked me about last time, I've thought about it and I'll tell you anyway."
"Immortal Lord, do you know? That Madam Mu is not actually a soul from another world. She is just a witch who fell in love with Elder Mu and used the Mirror of Origin to tamper with her memories and pretend to be a soul from another world."
"Poor Elder Mu, he's still completely unaware of what's going on."
"Isn't it ridiculous?"
A witch manipulated the elders of Buzhou Mountain with ease, but poor Elder Mu was unaware of this and is still desperately searching for her whereabouts.
This is a scene that even a scriptwriter couldn't write!
Chu Fengliu held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but speak, but he still didn't hear a response after he finished speaking.
This is something that would shatter the worldview of ordinary people, yet the Immortal Lord is so calm? Chu Fengliu was surprised. He turned to look at the Immortal Lord, only to see the Immortal Lord gently coaxing Yao Jin and handing her the antidote.
He suddenly felt another pang of heartache, no longer caring whether his words had been heard or not.
Chu Fengliu had only one thought in his mind: to see what this woman looked like that could make the immortal lord of Buzhou Mountain speak so softly.
He silently stepped forward, but stopped a few steps away from the bed. "Something's not right about the smell in this room?"
Following the faint scent, Chu Fengliu approached the bed where Yao Jin was—
One step, "Tender feelings revealed?"
Two steps, "Tranquil Lotus?"
Three steps, "Blood?"
Four steps later, the word "demon" was about to be uttered from Chu Fengliu's mouth. Just as his body was getting close to the bed, his hand was about to lift the bed curtains.
Suddenly, an unidentified object was thrown out. "Drag it out."
The unidentified object was a silk pillowcase, crumpled up, which hit Chu Fengliu's face with some force, covering his face completely.
Chu Fengliu immediately stopped in his tracks.
"Drag him out." Yao Jin frowned, then shouted again, "You're going to die! Why is someone so talkative?"
The pillowcase, having been placed under the golden body all night, inevitably became tainted with her body fragrance, and the girl's delicate shouts further intensified this scent.
Chu Fengliu stopped walking and did not take another step closer.
After finishing her tirade, Yao Jin was furious again. She stood up and shoved Meng Ji out, saying, "Little Daoist, go and chase him away for me."
After doing all this, Yao Jin seemed tired. She turned over, threw off the blanket, and lay back down, falling into a deep sleep.
But only Yao Jin knew that her hands were trembling uncontrollably, and she was gripping the words on her palm tightly. They read: "Stop Chu Fengliu, or you will surely die."
At this point, there was no time for Yao Jin to consider whether these words were right or wrong.
Threatening words, accompanied by electric current, swept over her. Yao Jin's body trembled violently under the hammering of tens of thousands of electric currents. Extreme pain drilled into her limbs and bones, so painful that her brain spasmed.
But this kind of pain cannot be sought from others, and can only be endured in silence.
No!
Not only can Yao Jin not seek help from others, but he must also hide this pain.
Once this anomaly is discovered, others will only think that she has been possessed.
A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.
In an instant, Yao Jin thought of the possessed demon, nailed to a pillar by the Demon-Slaying Platform, and reduced to ashes.
My palms are almost crushed from being pinched.
Yao Jin endured the pain, unaware that the snake-like markings on her lower back were silently expanding, growing from the size of a fingernail to the size of a small silkworm leaf.
A faint, sweet, fishy smell wafted through the air.
Meng Ji and Chu Fengliu noticed the scent at the same time, but just as Chu Fengliu lightly moved his toes as if to step forward to investigate, Meng Ji suddenly reached out and stopped him.
He looked at Chu Fengliu—"Why are you blushing?"
Meng Ji did not look away, but stared intently at the lotus-colored pillowcase in Chu Fengliu's hand.
The flushed face of Chu Fengliu hasn't faded since the pillowcase fell to the ground.
Meng Ji's eyes suddenly sharpened, fixed on Chu Fengliu.
"King of Medicine Chu." A sweet, innocent voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the two.
A young girl in white lifted the curtain and entered. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with her hair styled in a bun, and her entire body was clean and spotless.
"King Chu the Medicine King." The girl called out again after entering, but her gaze kept wandering. When she saw Meng Ji standing next to her, her voice suddenly became somewhat surprised, "Eh, Senior Brother, what are you doing here?"
"Junior Sister." Meng Ji withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.
Leng Dandan smiled and half-squatted to greet him, "Senior Brother."
Leng Dandan walked towards Meng Ji intimately, "Senior Brother, are you feeling unwell? Why didn't you send someone to inform me? Why did you come here in person?"
Wugou Pavilion is the main peak. As the sect leader, if Meng Ji falls ill, the pharmacist living on a side peak will usually rush over to treat him.
"I'm fine." Meng Ji walked back to the bed. "It's Madam who's feeling a little unwell."
A hint of resentment flashed in Leng Dandan's eyes, but she stepped forward and asked with concern, "Sister?"
"What's wrong, sister? Are you hurt?"
"Is it another headache or fever?"
Meng Ji did not reply, but reached out and tucked the corner of Yao Jin's quilt to make him sleep more soundly.
To avoid disturbing Yao Jin's rest, he got up and led the two away from the bedside, whispering from a distance of more than ten meters, "Junior Sister, what brings you to Medicine King Peak?"
Seeing her senior brother's caring actions, Leng Dandan felt a surge of jealousy again. She paused for a moment, then raised her voice slightly, "It's like this, Dandan recently found a disobedient dog. It's sick, so Dandan came here specifically to ask King Chu Medicine for some medicine for it."
Upon hearing this, Chu Fengliu suddenly snapped out of his daze. He uttered several "ohs" and then somewhat awkwardly scurried into the medicine storeroom.
The medicine storehouse was in a side hall, quite a distance from where they were.
After a rustling sound, Chu Fengliu reappeared in front of everyone, holding several bottles of medicine and handing them to Leng Dandan. "This is for treating external injuries, and this is for treating internal injuries."
The bottle for treating external injuries is dark red, while the bottle for treating internal injuries is light blue.
Chu Fengliu explained the method of taking the medicine again before reassuring her, "Junior Sister Dandan, don't worry. This puppy is not a spirit beast after all, it doesn't have spiritual power, and it's very delicate. It's perfectly normal for it to feel uncomfortable in some way."
"But as long as we feed them carefully, they should be fine." When it came to his expertise, Chu Fengliu launched into a long and detailed explanation, his gaze lingering on the dark blue bed curtains, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, displaying its beauty with unrestrained enthusiasm.
"Junior sister, don't worry." Chu Fengliu's voice grew louder again, "No matter how delicate, ordinary, common, or fragile this dog is, as long as it takes my medicine, I guarantee it will be cured."
A hint of satisfaction flashed in Leng Dandan's eyes. She said happily, "That's wonderful. With King Chu's medicine, Dandan can rest assured."
Although the group was some distance apart, apart from Meng Ji's soft voice, Leng Dandan and Chu Fengliu spoke in normal tones. In fact, due to Chu Fengliu's deliberate showing off, their conversation could be deduced.
Sweat soaked Yao Jin's clothes, and her almond-shaped eyes bulged with anger.
There wasn't a moment when Yao Jin didn't hate her mortal identity so much, otherwise she would definitely have lashed out with her whip and beaten these ungrateful people to pieces.
Wait, why would she think of using a whip?
The snake pattern reappeared at this moment, tearing open from an area the size of a silkworm leaf, and spreading out several black cracks along the texture of Yao Jin's skin.
A sharp pain shot through Yao Jin's lower back, and he immediately screamed.
"Madam!" Meng Ji rushed to the bedside in three quick steps. He ran his fingertips through Yao Jin's hair and lifted the back of her neck. "Why is your face so pale?"
But Yao Jin had already lost consciousness amidst the screams and was unable to answer.
She was soaked to the bone, with wet strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, her lips almost pale, and she looked as if she had been pulled out of the water.
Meng Ji dared not make a move for a moment.
His lips were pressed tightly together, and he lowered his head and said softly, "Madam, please stop joking."
"This is not funny at all."
The only response he received was silence, and the brief silence turned into a deathly stillness! The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Seeing this, Meng Ji did not hesitate. He immediately raised his right hand and continuously channeled his spiritual power into Yao Jin's body.
But he lost too quickly and too hastily, which only made Yao Jin's body look like a funnel—losing on one side and leaking on the other.
Furthermore, under the powerful divine force, some demonic patterns appeared in Yao Jin's palm.
The demonic patterns, like snake scales, surged to the fingertips, causing Yao Jin's nails to grow an inch longer.
Meng Ji paused for a moment as he looked at the long, sharp fingernails.
"Hmm..." Yao Jin groaned again with his eyes closed.
"Madam, can you still hear me?" Meng Ji immediately came to his senses. He helped Yao Jin up, but he couldn't help but see that the girl's rosy face gradually turned pale, like a withered flower losing its vitality.
The lady was no longer as lively as before, and she had lost her spoiled and domineering air.
For some reason, Meng Ji felt a tightness in his heart, and his hand holding Yao Jin trembled slightly at that moment.
His hand lost its grip slightly and slid down to Yao Jin's lower back.
The black crack had been lurking for a long time. Upon seeing this, it quickly opened its scales and bit down hard with its beast-like sharp teeth!
With a tearing sound, a small cut appeared in Meng Ji's skin, and beads of blood gushed out from his fingertips.
Having tasted the Immortal Lord's blood, the crack seemed quite satisfied, and in an instant, it nourished the snake pattern, causing it to grow another inch or so.
"Hehehe—" The girl's satisfied voice rang out again, with a familiar charm and a hint of smug mischief—"Little Daoist, I told you you would lose to me sooner or later."
"I will definitely be able to resurrect 'it'. Once 'it' returns to the Three Realms, it will tear you to pieces!"
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