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Qingpu clearly remembered that when she left, Yiwu was only bitten by the snake queen and fainted, and was not injured so seriously. How come he is now not only covered with scars, but also can't breathe.
She wanted to find someone to help, but there was no one to turn to. She became more and more sad, tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault that I'm useless. I can't invite the magic doctor, and I can't find the young master..."
"You saved my life back then, but now I can only watch you die. I..."
A dark shadow covered his head, and the air was filled with cold air and the stench of blood. Qing Pu turned around and was so frightened by the blood-soaked Jiufang Mingyuan that she forgot to cry.
"Please, Young Master, save the Saint." Although she was terrified, she still prostrated herself on the ground and begged humbly, "The Demonic Doctor is unwilling to save her. If even you don't care about the Saint, she will surely die today."
Jiufang Mingyuan walked forward with a cold face, pulled Yi Wu's wrist and checked her pulse.
The life-extending elixir has the miraculous effect of repairing the heart meridian and bringing the dead back to life, but Yi Wu consumed a huge amount of energy, lost too much blood, and there were two kinds of poisons colliding in her body, so she was still on the verge of life and death.
Jiufang Mingyuan withdrew his hand, took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it to Qingpu, "You leave first and come back in half an hour."
Recognizing Yuehua, Qingpu thanked him profusely and took it. He stood up and tried to retreat, but he stopped him again, "Wait."
"Her injury," Jiufang Mingyuan raised his eyes and warned, brooking no resistance, "Don't tell anyone."
Qingpu agreed repeatedly, closed the door and left the bedroom, going out to prepare hot water and clean clothes for Yiwu.
She understood that many people saw Yi Wu fainting at that time. She was fine then, but now she was seriously injured for no reason. If others knew about it, they would definitely suspect that there was something fishy going on.
No one disturbed him. Jiufang Mingyuan's gaze fell back on Yi Wu. Looking at her scars of varying lengths and depths, he frowned unconsciously.
He himself also had a number of minor injuries, but he still raised his hand to inject magic power into Yi Wu to help her suppress the poison and repair her injuries.
Flesh and blood covered the bones once again, and the hideous wounds slowly healed. Suddenly, the demonic energy within Yiwu surged, rushing uncontrollably towards somewhere.
Jiufang Mingyuan took advantage of the situation and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the other party's broken immortal bone. The jade-like bone shone faintly, its surface stained red by demonic energy, with hints of white peeking through the cracks.
The evil energy was taking advantage of the opportunity and madly drilling into the immortal bone along the mottled cracks, and was about to devour the immortal bone completely.
"You'd rather risk your own life to open the seal." Jiufang Mingyuan lowered his hands and chuckled to himself, "I should have known this would happen."
If left unchecked, the demonic energy would soon devour Yiwu's immortal bones, and she would never be able to return to the immortal race. Jiufang Mingyuan was naturally happy to see this happen; this was her own fault, and she deserved to pay the price.
The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer. It seemed that half an hour had passed and Qingpu would be back soon.
Jiufang Mingyuan turned with a gloomy face and walked out. His fingertips were about to touch the door, but he stopped, suppressed his anger, and turned back.
He raised his hand and formed a seal, placing a new seal on Yi Wu's battered celestial bone. The new seal firmly covered the crack, preventing the demonic energy from entering, and gradually calmed down.
"Young Master." Qingpu knocked on the door at the right time, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open and entered the room.
Jiufang Mingyuan didn't say anything else. He left with a chill all over his body, leaving several rows of blood marks on the ground with his footsteps.
With no one else in the hall, Qingpu locked the door. She undressed Yiwu and washed the blood off her body with hot water, tears streaming down her cheeks.
After changing more than a dozen basins of hot water, she finally cleaned all the wounds. Qingpu took out the porcelain bottle Jiufang Mingyuan had given her and carefully applied the moonlight to Yiwu's wounds, large and small, before carefully bandaging them with gauze.
After changing into clean clothes and tidying up her hair, Yiwu looked much better, on the surface much better.
The guards who were guarding the Jiyu Palace came back and sealed the area tightly, preventing outsiders from entering.
Day and night, Qingpu stayed by her side, and even after her own injuries had healed, Yiwu remained in deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up.
Yiwu fell into a dream again. In the dream, the immortals had successfully returned to the top of the clouds, the immortals and demons had stopped fighting, and the world was at peace.
In consideration of Yiwu's great contributions, the Heavenly Emperor forgave her natural demonic physique, and she finally returned to the Father's side.
"Yun'er, you have suffered." Father God hugged her with heartache, patting her back over and over again, comforting her softly as he did when she was a child.
Yi Wu held back her tears and smiled, "My daughter is not suffering. This is what I should do."
She dreamed that the top of the cloud returned to its original appearance, with ethereal fairy air and dazzling golden light. The fairies protected the people and the whole world was in harmony.
Father God took her around and introduced her carefully.
"This is the Taiping Palace, where the immortals hold court and discuss matters; that is the Jade Lotus Pond, where the jade lotus blossoms, so beautiful; that is..."
She also dreamed of Liu Yu, as bright and clear as he had been that year, his smile as gentle as the spring breeze. He approached slowly and asked Yi Wu softly, "Does our agreement still stand?"
It counts, of course it counts, she answered in her heart.
A large locust tree stood tall beside the gate of the Jiyu Palace, its leaves turning from green to yellow and falling softly. Occasionally, a few crows would appear from nowhere, fly into the Winged Demon Palace, and quickly flutter away.
The summit of the cloud has been reorganized, and the demons have all returned, diligently cultivating day and night. The immortals have set up a maze to hide in the dark, secretly selecting talents from the immortal sects in the human world.
Both sides are prepared at any time, not knowing when conflict will break out again.
A secret legend began to spread in the human world, saying that God took pity on the mortals who had been persecuted by the demons for many years and could not bear it, so he sent gods to rescue them.
Those words clearly indicated that the immortals were secretly taking action, and the demons were not willing to be outdone. Jiufang Mingyuan directly issued the "Immortal Recruitment Order", openly arresting the immortals throughout the world.
Although they did not collide head-on, they fought fiercely.
While the world is turbulent, the Jade Palace remains remarkably peaceful. Yiwu hadn't been seen for a long time, and the High Priest had come to visit, but Qingpu had dissuaded him, citing inconvenience as a reason.
Several months passed, and Jiufang Mingyuan still hadn't figured out what the other poison in Yiwu's body was, nor had he found an antidote. He could only come once every seven days to suppress the poison for her.
Finally, on the day of Frost's Descent, Qingpu hurried out of the Jiyu Palace and found Jiufang Mingyuan, "Young Master, the Saint..."
Before she could finish her words, Jiufang Mingyuan's figure disappeared and appeared in Jiyu Palace in an instant, standing beside Yiwu's bed.
Yi Wu closed her eyes tightly and struggled left and right, cold sweat dripping down her forehead. She looked extremely painful and mumbled in her sleep, "No..."
When the back of his hand touched her forehead, her skin felt burning hot. Jiufang Mingyuan immediately lifted the quilt and grabbed her wrist to check.
Somehow, Yi Wu seemed to be possessed. Two toxins in her body, breaking free from their restraints, were roaming everywhere. It looked like they would soon invade her heart, her bones, and her body, exploding and killing her.
"Yiwu, Yiwu..." Jiufang Mingyuan wanted to wake her up, but the other party couldn't hear him at all.
After a moment's silence, he resolutely raised his fingertips, cut open the wrists of both men, and folded the wounds tightly together.
There was no other way for the time being, Jiufang Mingyuan could only use magic, using blood as a guide to force the toxins out of Yiwu's body and calm the fluctuations.
Almost at the moment the poison entered his body, he felt a sharp pain all over his body. He forced himself to endure it, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
There was a sharp pain in her wrist, but her mind gradually became clear, and Yi Wu woke up from the nightmare at an extremely slow pace.
Just now, in her dream, she was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and in the presence of the immortals, she and Liu Yu officially became husband and wife. Just as Yiwu was feeling happy and joyful, blood suddenly appeared on her clothes, flowing onto the ground in a shocking manner.
The demons, mortals, and monsters who had died at her hands came together in groups to seek revenge on her.
The Father God was very disappointed with her. Liu Yu also let go of Yi Wu's hands and stepped back a long way, his eyes filled with fear. He even asked her, "Gui Yun, why did you kill them? How did you become like this?"
"You are not Guiyun."
"You are not Guiyun..."
Yi Wu wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to start. She was so angry that the poison took advantage of her situation and entered her body.
She tried her best to open her eyes, but her vision was a little blurry and she had to blink several times before she could see clearly.
The ink-colored bed curtains had a familiar touch, and the scenery before her eyes was surprisingly no different from usual. It was still the Jiyu Palace, and still the bedroom where Yiwu usually lived.
Before she could react in surprise, she felt the warmth on her wrist and turned to see the familiar golden mask. Even though her mind wasn't fully clear, Yi Wu instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but it was immediately grasped tightly by the other party.
"Don't move." Jiufang Mingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was enduring great pain, and his voice was deep.
Yiwu opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was dry and hoarse, and in the end, no words came out. She was extremely weak, and could only purse her lips and pull her hand back forcefully to show resistance.
As he struggled, the wound opened, and blood flowed down his arm, soaking his clothes. The crimson was shocking, and it was hard to tell whether Yi Wu's blood or Jiufang Mingyuan's was more.
Jiufang Mingyuan glared at her angrily and had to stop.
After taking Yiwu's pulse with his other hand and confirming that her life was not in danger for the time being, he stopped and healed the cut for her.
As they were pulling, Yi Wu saw the same wound on his wrist and couldn't help but frown, "You..."
The conversation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Qingpu finally rushed back. As soon as he entered the room, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. He rushed to the bed and looked around. "Why is there so much blood? Young Master, how did you get hurt?"
No one paid her any attention. Jiufang Mingyuan loosened his grip, and Yiwu's arm fell to the bed with a thud. He seemed to glance at her, then seemed not to, turning and striding away.
Jiufang Mingyuan didn't say anything, but Yiwu could clearly see hatred, anger, relief, and something else in his eyes.
"Saint, you're finally awake." Qing Pu didn't care about anything else. She took out a gauze and cleaned the blood on her arm. She was very grateful. "It's a good thing that the young master arrived in time, otherwise I don't know what to do."
She helped Yiwu up from the bed and leaned her against the bed, brought her some warm water, and kept chattering.
"How could you be so badly injured? I was so scared at the time, I thought you wouldn't make it. Luckily, Young Master saved you."
"Thanks to the Young Master for healing you back then, he has also come every seven days over the past few months to suppress the poison in you. Otherwise, Saint, you probably wouldn't be alive today. The Young Master is truly kind to you."
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