Chapter 808 The opportunity to collect and replenish
After three days and three nights without sleep, Yan Yiao's eyes were red, his steps were unsteady, his head was dizzy, and his already thin body was about to fall apart.
Hard work pays off!
The special calming incense for dealing with people from the Demon Realm is freshly produced.
In the simply furnished room, a red incense box with gold decoration is placed on the desk. It is filled with a light green powdery substance, which emits a faint fragrance.
Yan Yi stretched lazily with satisfaction, and the fatigue from days of hard work instantly disappeared from his face.
It's time to take the first step.
Thinking of this, Yan Yi felt mixed emotions, but couldn't help but jump for joy.
As the sky was getting light, the little fox curled up in the quilt and fell into a deep sleep with a loud snore.
Yan Yi turned around and tiptoed into the inner room.
After bathing, she changed into a brightly colored dress, went out holding a gold-painted incense box in her hand and carrying a medicine box.
Having not seen the villain for several days, he wondered how his injuries were. Yan Yi, with a heavy heart, slowly moved towards Wen Huoran's yard.
When I arrived at the courtyard gate, I saw Wen Feng standing upright in front of the study door from afar, like a tall green pine tree, with a cold aura emanating from his whole body, which was completely different from his usual gentle image.
Before Yan Yi could say anything, the other party had already noticed her presence.
"Miss Yan, why are you here?" Wen Feng turned around and looked at her, with a look of inquiry between his brows.
Yan Yi quickly stepped forward and greeted him, "Brother Wen, what a nice day today! I came to see how your Excellency's injuries are recovering."
Wen Feng lowered his eyes and looked at her, with a deep meaning in his eyes. But when Yan Yi looked over, he quickly looked away, motioning her to wait a moment.
"Your Majesty is suffering from a demonic aura and a headache, so please rest in the house."
Yan Yi frowned subconsciously. Wen Huoran—the dignified Demon Lord, the biggest villain in the whole book, with the power to destroy the world and whose demonic energy could hurt him?
Before she could think too much, Wen Feng knocked on the closed door, "Your Majesty, Miss Yan is here."
There was no response from the people in the room. The two waited quietly outside the door for a long time, then heard a voice saying "Come in".
Wen Feng slowly opened the door and stepped aside to let Yan Yi enter.
Originally thinking that he had come uninvited and disturbed the villain to rest, Yan Yi stood cautiously at the door without moving.
When he looked up, he saw Wen Xuran lying on his side on the bed facing outwards, his pair of glass-like eyes staring at the person who came without blinking.
"What do you want from me?" The villain looked listless, with a low and hoarse voice, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
Seeing this, Wen Feng retreated out the door. The door behind him closed, and the light in the room dimmed instantly.
Yan Yi stood there awkwardly, his hands unconsciously rubbing the gilded incense box in his hands, and he said carefully, "Your Majesty, let me take a look at the wound on your hand."
"Come here." Wen Huoran sat up from the couch, then stretched out the hand that was bitten by Yan Yi from the quilt and placed it on the blanket.
After receiving the order, Yan Yi walked forward quickly with the medicine box in his arms, conscientiously playing the role of a professional doctor.
After removing the gauze, the wound on Wen Huoran's palm had already scabbed over, leaving only a circle of purple-black bite marks. Yan Yi couldn't help but feel guilty when he saw two rows of hideous teeth marks clearly visible on the villain's fair and delicate skin.
"Your Majesty, the wound—does it still hurt?"
Wen Huoran glanced at her and said, "It doesn't hurt." After saying this, his eyes fell on Yan Yi's face intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to search for some answers from her face.
A few days ago, on a dark and windy night, due to the inevitable physical contact, he reacted in front of Yan Yi without any warning, which confused Wen Huiran for a while.
I'm not sure if the touch at that time was an accident or if the person in front of me did it on purpose.
Reason told him that the mortal doctor had simply touched her tongue while applying medicine, and it was unintentional. However, a thought in his heart clamored for doubt, questioning whether it was not an unconscious act.
In short, after escaping that night, Wen Huoran tossed and turned all night, feeling annoyed at his own body being too sensitive to be teased. On the other hand, he couldn't help but vent his anger on the culprit who had nearly caused him to accidentally shoot someone.
Thinking of this, Wen Huoran became increasingly unhappy, his brows furrowed tightly. However, seeing Yan Yi still looking timid and cautious, his confusion intensified.
Wen Huoran had no idea whether the other party had noticed something strange about his body in the past.
The Demon Realm had been plagued by unknown demonic energy for days, and he was too busy to handle it all, so he had to put this little episode aside for the time being.
Yan Yi leaned forward slightly, concentrating on the villain's injuries, not noticing his probing gaze. After cleaning the dried blood from the wound's edges, he applied a thick layer of ointment to the scar.
While carefully applying the medicine, she patiently explained to him, "Your Majesty, this is a newly developed scar cream. Apply it regularly and it will lighten new scars."
Wen Huoran responded softly, not caring whether the scar could be removed or not. His mind was completely on Yan Yi, and his gaze was intriguing.
After treating the wound on Wen Huoran's hand, Yan Yi stood up straight, took two steps back, and put some distance between them. He said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, can I help you take a look at the wound in your mouth?"
Wen Huiran couldn't help but frown, his expression turned gloomy, and he flatly refused: "No need, I'm already healed."
Yan Yi opened her mouth and wanted to say a few more words of persuasion, but she met Wen Huoran's stern gaze. She couldn't help but be speechless. Is this old antique - possessed by an innocent boy?
Thinking of the last time she had dared to touch his tongue, Yan Yi broke out in a cold sweat and guiltily avoided the villain's probing gaze. She suddenly remembered the important matter.
"Your Majesty, Brother Wen said your headache has come back. I just made some new calming incense. I'll light it for you."
The villain didn't say anything and didn't refuse, which was considered as tacit consent.
Yan Yi carefully picked up the gold-painted incense box from the desk, her knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure. She took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and added the spices into the Boshan incense burner.
"Your Majesty, how long has your headache lasted?" Yan Yi asked tentatively while lighting the spices.
Wen Huoran didn't respond, his eyes unconsciously fell on her slender white index finger - the fingertip was as white as jade, and the nails were neatly and beautifully trimmed.
It makes people feel excited.
The mortal doctor asked about his condition in order to gather information and pass on information. Or was it simply out of concern for herself?
Seeing that he remained silent, Yan Yi explained to himself: "I have been studying ancient medical books recently, hoping to cure your headache, so -"
After a pause, she slowed down her tone and continued, "We need to find out the crux of the problem before we can prescribe the right remedy."
Wen Huoran pondered for a while, his scrutinizing gaze falling on her face. He said in a deep voice, "When a headache strikes, it is sometimes accompanied by tinnitus."
"Tinnitus—" Yan Yi quickly took out a pen and paper and wrote it down, then softly asked, "Your Majesty, is every headache accompanied by tinnitus? Is there a pattern?"
Wen Huoran: "No. There is no pattern to follow."
Yan Yi wrote them down one by one, deep in thought. The villain's headache symptoms seemed to align with her previous suspicions—complications from the love poison were only one of the causes, and there was another.
A slightly unfamiliar aroma gradually filled the room. Wen Huoran suddenly averted his gaze, staring at the thin plume of smoke from the Boshan incense burner. He said grimly, "Is this the calming incense you just made?"
His thoughts were interrupted. Yan Yi thought that the villain had noticed something was wrong with the spices. He was shocked and his heart was pounding. He thought it was all over. The plan to collect essence would fail just after taking the first step.
She turned around, trying to make her tone sound as gentle as usual, "Yes, Your Majesty, this is the calming incense I blended two days ago."
"The taste is unique." Wen Huoran commented lightly.
Yan Yi immediately became alert, not sure whether the villain had noticed something different about the spices, or just smelled a change in the scent of the calming incense.
Just as she was getting anxious like an ant on a hot pan, not knowing where to put her hands and feet, she heard Wen Huoran add, "What's so special about this newly made calming incense?"
Yan Yi stole a glance at the villain's expression and replied cautiously, "I added a new herbal ingredient. It's milder and won't irritate the nerves."
Wen Huoran let out a sigh, as if he was extremely sleepy, then slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing the villain's chest rising and falling slightly and his breathing becoming long and steady, Yan Yi packed up the medicine box, tiptoed to the bed, and hesitantly stretched out a hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
Wen Huoran had no reaction. His body was completely stretched out and he was sleeping soundly.
Yan Yi smiled with satisfaction, her tense nerves relaxed a little, and the fatigue from several days of hard work came over her. She sat down on the armchair in front of the bed, feeling sleepy.
Yan Yi didn't know how long she had slept. In her sleep, she raised her hand to rub her stiff neck. In a daze, she heard a slight "hissing" sound outside the window. Her thoughts froze for a moment, and she woke up suddenly.
Yan Yi was about to sit up straight when a slender and powerful hand pressed down on his head. The villain's voice was very soft and came close to his ear: "Don't move."
Under the dim light, Wen Huoran slowly opened his eyes. His pair of glass-like eyes flashed with sharp light, like a deep pool of water.
The person in his arms exuded a faint fragrance, and he inappropriately thought of the spices mentioned by the mortal female doctor in the past - when fumigated, they could make people emit a strange fragrance.
Wen Huoran was inexplicably pleased, and the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.
Yan Yi buried her cheek deep into the villain's firm and full chest, feeling suffocated and a little breathless. At this critical moment, she dared not speak, but could only hold her breath and concentrate, her face flushing.
The overheated body temperature due to nervousness and fear was transmitted to Wen Huoran's chest through the thin pajamas. His breathing stagnated and his eyes moved downwards. He saw a slender white wrist resting on his waist, fingers tightly grasping his belt.
After a long time, the strange noises outside the window gradually faded away, and the surroundings returned to peace again.
Wen Huoran's eyes were deep, his gaze glued to the tip of the white and slender index finger at his waist. His throat felt itchy and tight, and a not-so-strange feeling grew from the tip of his heart, gradually spreading to the top of his head, and reaching every part of his limbs.
He inexplicably remembered the warmth of Yan Yi's fingertips, and the tingling sensation when the warm fingertips touched the tip of his tongue.
Suddenly, an ominous premonition arose in his heart, and Wen Huoran subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue. A sharp pain instantly hit him, and he couldn't help but frown tightly, and let out a low "hiss" because of the pain.
Hearing the movement above her head, Yan Yi quickly let go of Wen Huoran and slowly backed away, trying to stand up. However, she had been sleeping on the edge of the bed for too long, and her legs were weak and tired, and she fell to the ground.
Yan Yi propped herself up with her hands and looked up, catching a glimpse of blood oozing from the villain's lips, as if he'd been poisoned. She felt a surge of worry, thinking the newly brewed tranquilizing incense was too potent, an accident, and had the villain been poisoned?
Just as he was stunned, there was a hurried knock on the study door. Wen Feng's voice penetrated the door and came into the room: "Your Majesty, something happened."
The knocks on the door continued. Yan Yi hurriedly got up from the ground, his voice trembling slightly: "Your Majesty, what was that sound just now?"
Wen Huoran had no intention of hiding anything and told the truth, "Demonic energy." After that, he lifted the quilt and got off the bed, then changed his clothes and went out.
Yan Yi hesitated, wondering whether to take the opportunity to return to his yard.
Wen Huoran had already stepped out of the study when he saw her expression change. Perhaps she was frightened by the scene outside, so he stopped and turned back to warn her, "Stay in the room and don't run around."
Judging from the villain's expression, he clearly knew where the evil energy came from. Yan Yi nodded stiffly, feeling that the villain was being particularly easy to talk to today.
The study door was closing in front of him. Yan Yi came to his senses, tiptoed to the window, and looked out through the hazy curtains.
A blood mist filled the sky above the mansion, and the hissing sound outside the window became clearer and clearer. It was exactly the same sound she heard last time on Fuyu Mountain.
Yan Yi forced himself to calm down and sat in the armchair beside the desk, lost in thought. The original book mentioned that only one person could possess the demonic energy to harm Wen Huoran—the old demon lord Wen Zhengming.
Right now, the old demon lord is imprisoned in the Nether Valley by the villain and has no chance to release demonic energy, let alone attack the Demon Realm.
Thinking of this, Yan Yi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and then stood up from the chair.
The original book mentioned that the villain killed his father and sucked up all of his spirit, which greatly increased his magic power and made him become possessed and insane, thus embarking on the peak of his life of destroying the world.
She hurried to the door, and just as one of her hands touched the study door and was about to push it open, she suddenly realized something and Yan Yi gradually calmed down.
The time points don't match. In the original book, Wen Huoran killed his father in the middle and late stages of the story.
She slowly withdrew her hand and hesitantly returned to her desk to sit down. The disadvantages of skipping chapters while reading were fully demonstrated at this moment - she had no recollection of this plot.
What decisive event happened in the Demon Realm before the villain killed his father?
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Wen Huoran led a group of Demon Realm guards straight to the Nether Valley. The top of the mountain was covered with blood mist, which condensed into water droplets and dripped down.
He waved his hand to signal the guards from the Demon Realm to stop here and guard outside the Nether Valley, while he entered the valley alone.
Wen Feng hurried forward and tried to dissuade him, "Your Majesty, the situation in the Nether Valley is unclear. It may be dangerous for you to go there alone. I will follow you--"
Before he could finish his words, Wen Huiran raised his hand to stop him from continuing, saying in a stern tone, "Except for me, no one can come out alive from his evil aura."
Hearing the wind, his lips and teeth moved slightly, but he couldn't say a word.
Wen Huoran's words made sense. The old demon's magic power had reached a high level. If he had not trusted Wen Huoran's mother, he would not have been imprisoned in the Nether Valley by his own son and had not seen the light of day for hundreds of years.
However, after the incident, Wen Huoran's mother, Song Jin, was immediately killed by Wen Zhengming and her body was never found.
After a moment's deliberation, Wen Huoran didn't waste any time, casting his spell to break the barrier and marching straight into the valley. The scattered demonic energy was as sharp as frosty blades, slicing through his body, causing a painful tearing sensation.
Wen Huoran had a cold and sharp face and eyes as he stood alone in front of the dungeon.
The people inside were shrouded in blood mist, their faces unclear. All that could be heard was the howling wind, sweeping through the dungeon like a tornado.
"Father—" Wen Xuran spoke in a deep voice, his breath as cold as the glaciers of the Frozen Continent, "Do you think you've lived too long?"
"You beast who overestimates his own abilities!" Wen Zhengming's voice, quenched by ice chips, penetrated the blood mist and lingered in his ears.
Wen Huiran sneered, "Who is overestimating his own abilities?"
"Enough of the idle chatter. Today, I must put an end to you."
After hearing this, Wen Huoran's expression became solemn.
Wen Zhengming was deeply affected by the ice pill, his magic power was suppressed, and he was unable to release the demonic energy freely, let alone use it to invade the demonic realm and hurt Wen Huoran himself.
There must be something fishy going on.
However, the situation was critical and he was too busy to investigate the flaws thoroughly.
Wen Zhengming is his father. For some unspeakable purpose, Wen Zhengming taught Wen Huoran all the cultivation techniques through words and deeds.
In the Nether Valley, the two fought fiercely, and Wen Huoran was inevitably at a disadvantage.
Outside the Nether Valley, blood mist and thick smoke blended together, dividing the scene equally.
All the guards from the Demon Realm guarding outside the valley knew that it was a sign of a battle between the Old Demon Lord and Wen Huoran.
The sky grew increasingly gloomy, the blood mist became thinner, and was eventually swallowed up by the thick smoke, disappearing without a trace.
The ice pill in Wen Zhengming's body had not completely dissipated, and his magic power was suppressed. He gradually became overwhelmed and was eventually defeated.
Wen Huoran's face was gloomy. He imprisoned the man in the dungeon again and used all his magical power to form a cage to lock him in.
As long as he is alive and his magic power is not damaged, Wen Zhengming will never have a chance to escape from the Nether Valley.
After a fierce battle with his biological father, Wen Huoran was injured both physically and mentally. The exposed skin was injured by the evil spirit, revealing bloody gaps.
He forced himself to return to the mansion, and as soon as he sat down in the study, he ordered someone to call a witch doctor, as it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
He obeyed the order and left the study.
Yan Yi was already preoccupied, and seeing this, she was shocked. She stepped forward and asked softly, "Your Majesty, where are you hurt?"
Wen Huoran closed his eyes slightly, not even looking at her, and slowly waved his hand, "It's okay."
Yan Yi understood in his heart that the villain looked down upon the poor medical skills of a mere mortal.
But in just a moment, Wen Feng came hurriedly with an old witch doctor with white hair and beard.
After dismissing everyone else, the old witch doctor Bu Shu used all his skills and finally made a diagnosis -
Wen Huoran was injured in the lungs by the powerful demonic energy, his essence was damaged, and his life was in danger.
What’s even worse is that Bu Shu has no idea what to do.
He was well-read and knowledgeable, and repairing damaged essence was as easy as taking candy from a bag. However, his medical skills and witchcraft, which Nawen Zhengming had taught him, were still unable to conquer the evil spirit of the old demon.
As if cursed.
Bu Shu knelt down in front of Wen Huoran and apologized. At the moment, he had no intention of venting his anger on unimportant people, so he had to ask Wen Feng to send the man away.
The study returned to peace again.
Yan Yi had been waiting outside the door to inquire about the situation. At this moment, he cautiously stuck his head out and looked into the study.
Wen Huiran glanced up and saw her head shrinking back in fear. He said weakly, "Why are you sneaking around? Didn't I tell you not to run around?"
Yan Yi could hear the tone of blame.
She slowly moved towards the study and whispered softly, "Your Majesty, I didn't run around. I was guarding the door the whole time!"
Hearing this, Wen Huiran was stunned for a moment, then his expression quickly returned to normal. He frowned and asked her, "What else do you want?"
Yan Yi was about to speak when someone knocked on the study door. Wen Feng's anxious voice came through the door, "Your Majesty."
Wen Huiran glanced at Yan Yi and said in a deep voice towards the door, "Come in."
Wen Feng pushed the door open and walked hurriedly to Wen Huoran. He knelt down with a plop. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He choked out a sob and said, "Please punish me, Your Majesty."
Wen Huoran leaned back on the couch, his tone calm and unperturbed: "What crime have you committed?"
Wen Feng: "I failed to protect Your Majesty and put Your Majesty in danger—"
Wen Huiran suddenly coughed, interrupting him from continuing. As if angry, he said sternly, "Don't mention this matter again."
Seeing this, Yan Yi quietly moved a few steps to the corner, fearing that he would be affected for no reason.
Wen Feng raised his head, his eyes reddened. "Your Majesty, I have one thing I'm confused about—how come the old demon lord has such a powerful demonic energy when he regularly takes ice pills?"
This is exactly what puzzled Wen Huoran.
There must be no problem with the ice pill, the only problem is with people.
Hearing this, Yan Yi roughly understood the whole story. She raised a hand timidly and asked in a whisper, "Your Majesty, are the Ice Pills taken from the Ice Beasts on the Ice Continent?"
Wen Xuran did not respond.
Wen Feng blurted out: "Miss Yan, how do you know about the Ice Continent?"
Yan Yi shrank his neck and spoke cautiously, "I've read in ancient medical books that the Ice Continent has a rugged terrain and a harsh climate, and rare species appear from time to time, including the Ice Beast."
Wen Huiran suddenly asked her, "What do you want to say?"
Yan Yi took a few steps forward, getting a little closer to Wen Huoran. She boldly spoke, "Your Majesty, the book says that there is a plant that only appears once in a century on the Ice Continent—the Ice Lotus. Its stamens can be used as medicine to dispel evil spirits from the body and cure any illness."
Wen Feng was overjoyed when he heard this: "Miss Yan, are you serious?"
Yan Yi said truthfully: "That's what it says in the book. We need to try it to know if it works or not."
Wen Feng crawled forward on his knees and knelt before Wen Xuran, "Your Majesty, I am willing to lead people to the Ice Continent to search for the Ice Lotus."
Wen Huoran raised his eyes and looked at Yan Yi, "Do you recognize the Ice Lotus?"
Yan Yi affirmed: "Of course I recognize him when I see him."
The original book does mention that the Ice Lotus grows on the Ice Continent and can overcome demonic energy. It also describes in detail the efficacy and effects of the Ice Lotus, its origin, and its morphological characteristics.
Wen Feng then realized that he had never heard of the Ice Lotus, let alone seen it. He picked it and was a little discouraged for a moment.
Looking at the master and servant who were in a stalemate, Yan Yi subconsciously pinched the red crystal pendant hanging around his neck, and his heart suddenly became excited.
Now I feel sleepy and someone gives me a pillow, and the opportunity to replenish my body has come!
The villain is now terminally ill. Why not take advantage of the opportunity to lead a group of Demon Realm guards to the Ice Continent to search for the Ice Lotus and wait for an opportunity to complete the mission?
"Wen Feng, you go down first."
Wen Huoran suddenly spoke, interrupting Yan Yi's endless reverie. She secretly glanced at the person on the couch.
The villain's face was paler than usual, and his once rosy lips were now bloodless, which made people feel a sense of pity.
Yan Yi's breathing stagnated and he froze in place, staring at Wen Huoran's pale face in astonishment.
The sound of the door closing behind her startled her awake, and she finally remembered her business. She slowly walked to the bed and said softly, "Your Majesty, I will light some calming incense for you. Please rest for a while."
Wen Huoran leaned back on the couch, his hands folded across his chest, not knowing what he was thinking. He didn't look at her, nor did he respond.
Yan Yi took out the red and gold-painted incense box from the medicine box and lit it. He then moved the Boshan stove to the bedside. Only then did he realize that the villain looked a little strange.
Heartache, disappointment, guilt...all kinds of emotions appeared on his face.
That was an expression Yan Yi had never seen on his face before. An inexplicable emotion grew in his heart, and Yan Yi was suddenly overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
I couldn't help but think of the purpose of the old demon king marrying and having children in the original book, the miserable death of Wen Huoran's mother, and those deceased ladies and his brothers.
Wen Huoran knew very well that his father was a beast in human form, but he did not kill him. Instead, he imprisoned him.
This time he was injured by the old demon and almost lost his life.
He must be extremely sad and disappointed!
The villain's life experience flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope. Yan Yi blinked, as if he saw his tragic ending.
Yan Yi tightly grasped the red crystal pendant hanging on his chest with his index finger and thumb, made up his mind, and walked straight to the bed.
"Your Majesty—"
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