"That's good."
After Wu finished speaking, he stood up unsteadily, leaning against the wall as if he was about to leave.
Song Xiwei called out to him, "Don't you have anything else to say? Are you just leaving like this?"
Wu Lai paused for a moment. "You stay in the sect for now."
Song Xi smiled and said, "You're not sending me away?"
"Stop joking around like that. You're under divine punishment. Even I can't completely slow it down for you. You may feel much better now, but the attacks will become more frequent every day, and your pain will double..."
Wu Lai spoke these words very seriously. Hearing his serious tone, Song Xiwei shrugged and said, "We used to be enemies. I'm flattered that you're so concerned about me now."
Wu Lai froze, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Consider it compensation for the harm I caused you 100,000 years ago."
"So, you're saying we're going to put aside our past grievances and become friends?" Song Xiwei wasn't particularly averse to Wu Lai, but she did have a history of conflict with him in her memory.
Unexpectedly, Wu Lai was able to save him from dire straits when he needed him most.
"I won't help you for nothing," Wu Lai said stiffly.
Song Xiwei looked at the back of his head and said, "It's okay. If you need me in the future, as long as it doesn't cross my bottom line, I will do my best."
Wu Lai reached out and pushed open the door, stepping out with one foot, when he heard Song Xiwei say, "Your sect has female disciples?"
Wu Lai turned to look at her in confusion, "What are you going to do?"
"To be honest, my whole body is numb. I'm afraid I won't even be able to change my clothes by myself. I'll need a female disciple to help me," Song Xiwei said.
Wu Lai's face flushed slightly. "No."
"Oh, never mind then." Song Xi waved her hand slightly. "You go ahead and do your thing, I'm fine."
"There are no female disciples, but there are wooden puppets. I'll send one over later." Wu said before leaving.
Song Xiwei comfortably closed her eyes and continued soaking in the medicinal bath.
Before long, the puppet arrived. It couldn't speak, but it was quite efficient at its work.
Song Xiwei stayed in the Shadowless Sect.
Perhaps because of divine punishment, this day always seems to last exceptionally long.
Because divine punishment sometimes occurs once every hour, sometimes once every two hours, but in a day of twelve hours, it occurs at least five times.
Each time an attack occurs, Song Xiwei has to rely on medicated baths to relieve the pain.
Wu Lai would come over and stand guard while he took a medicinal bath.
A day passed, and Song Xiwei felt that no new red lotus petals had grown on her body. She was overjoyed and said, "Wu Lai, your medicinal bath is really amazing! It seems that my divine punishment mark has stopped growing!"
Wu Lai coughed weakly, "Don't be too happy yet, it will get harder and harder later."
Song Xiwei was happy, but she wasn't stupid.
Wu Lai's increasingly grim complexion was enough to show that things were not so simple.
She's not the kind of person who uses moral blackmail; she doesn't expect others to help her.
Song Xi looked at Wu Lai seriously and asked him, "Besides those medicinal herbs, do you need to expend your cultivation?"
Wu Lai's eyes flickered. "What?"
"You don't look well," Song Xi said seriously.
Wu Lai's eyes flickered. "Worried about me?"
Song Xiwei truthfully replied, "Um, well, we're friends now. You help me delay the onset of the divine punishment, but if it's going to damage your foundation, let's think about whether there's a way to neutralize it so that it doesn't cause you too much damage."
“There is a way that would be more costly for me and would have the best of both worlds, but you have already rejected me.” Wu Lai’s eyes dimmed, and under Song Xi’s slightly puzzled gaze, he said, “Cultivating with you would mean that our flesh and blood would be intertwined, and we would become one. This would not only delay the divine punishment, but would also be less costly for me.”
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