Chapter 63 Administering Medication and Guidance The medication administration process was fraught with danger but ultimately successful; it seems he…
I know you won't abandon me.
Xiao Huaiyuan finally guessed correctly this time.
Through his blurred vision, Xiao Huaiyuan only saw a long sword sweep past, shielding him behind it. The person gently patted his shoulder, and then a warm feeling spread from his shoulder throughout his body.
Fu Ming laughed and said, "If you're sick, don't run around. You should just stay here quietly."
A hundred years ago, his most respected senior brother had protected him like this.
Xiao Huaiyuan recalled that when he first entered the Daoist path, Fu Ming was always worried that he would bump into something and get hurt. When he went out of the sect to do a commission, his senior brother would also be waiting on the nearby mountain. When they fought for too long, he would fly through the air and send several swords flying.
"Huh? What do you mean I came here specifically to help you? I just took on a nearby mission and was just passing by."
Afterwards, Fu Ming still insisted on arguing, saying that he was just passing by by chance and was acting like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
Until then.
"I am not one of you."
Love and hate, life and death—Xiao Huaiyuan's fragmented sea of consciousness trembled once more, like a glass mirror that had fallen to the ground and been crushed to pieces.
Suddenly, a large clump of dark blood spilled from between his teeth, dripping onto his clothes as he coughed violently.
What's going on now?
Fu Ming thought to himself, "I have clearly transferred my true essence, so why is my soul still so unstable?"
Are we supposed to engage in dual cultivation in front of the City Lord of Luo City and his group?
That's not a good idea.
Although the shrimp soldiers and crab generals before me were all at the Nascent Soul stage, they varied in height, weight, and clothing. The rich were adorned in silk robes like gentlemen, while the poor wore eight patches, resembling beggars. As for who would possess the great array, well, I'll just cut them all down.
He drew his sword and pointed it directly, determined to end the battle quickly.
"There are quite a few people here. Are they all independent cultivators?" Fu Ming asked with a smile, leaving afterimages as he drew his sword.
The rogue cultivators formed a human pyramid, their formation suggesting they had received specialized training and looked quite professional. Their spiritual energy converged into a single stream, capable of withstanding his sword strikes for a short time, demonstrating they indeed had the strength to fight the heavily injured Xiao Huaiyuan.
But it's still not enough to deal with him.
From taking down the first Nascent Soul stage cultivator to defeating the last Deity Transformation stage cultivator, about half an incense stick's time had passed.
Fu Ming stepped on the chest of the last person and began to fiddle with the array plate he had just plundered. He poured in enough true essence, then pressed it onto Xiao Huaiyuan's palm print, and sure enough, it was successfully activated.
The protective array overhead slowly dissipated.
There are probably only a handful of Nascent Soul stage cultivators in the Three Realms combined, and this rogue Nascent Soul stage cultivator who specializes in soul techniques is someone he has never seen before.
"You're very strong... what the Lord said was indeed true," the rogue cultivator said in a muffled voice.
Although this person is much weaker than those Nascent Soul stage cultivators from the Immortal Realm and Demon Realm, he is quite willing to admit defeat and may be able to obtain some good things that can heal Xiao Huaiyuan's soul injuries.
Fu Ming pulled out the mustard seed pouch hanging from his waist: "Why does your Tianfu Society want to get involved in this mess?"
"Everyone knows that the Tianyan Sect is powerful, but your Tianyan Sect has overreached. The Central Plains is more than a thousand miles away from Kunlun. The sects are weak and mostly independent cultivators. It should be managed by the independent cultivators themselves."
Oh, so they wanted to seize power amidst the chaos. It's good that they didn't associate with those lunatics from Boyun Village.
Fu Ming got down to business first, and then revealed his true intentions: "Since you cultivate soul techniques, you should always have healing medicine to repair your soul. Take it out."
"Saving him is useless."
He didn't answer the questions about the Tianfu Society, but instead turned his head towards Xiao Huaiyuan, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating.
"It's no use, he's terminally ill, there's no cure."
...
Who asked you about this?
Enraged by the unpleasant words, Fu Ming used the back of his knife to slap the man several times, erasing the mark of ownership from his mustard seed pouch and looting all the assets inside.
It's true what they say, "He who refuses a toast will have to drink a forfeit." Fu Ming has now turned over a new leaf and retired from his life of crime, busy accumulating merit for his ascension plan. He originally only intended to steal a little, but now he's forced to painfully steal everything.
After binding them all up like rice dumplings and throwing them into the villa, Fu Ming finally found an opportunity to be alone with Xiao Huaiyuan.
My junior brother was trapped in a nightmare, often talking to himself. I shook him several times, but he couldn't wake up.
Fu Ming squatted down in front of him and spoke to him gently, "Junior brother, you're not a three-year-old anymore. Can't you open your mouth and take your medicine by yourself?"
Xiao Huaiyuan, who was a hundred years older than three years old, did not respond, so he probably couldn't hear a single word.
There's no way to get him to take his medicine by himself.
Fu Ming stared at the several round and hard Soul-Stabilizing Pills in his hand, feeling troubled.
I patted his face in an attempt to wake him up, but to no avail.
I tried to pinch his mouth with my finger, but he didn't move.
After trying countless methods, Fu Ming suddenly had a brilliant idea. He pressed his lips close to that upright and cold face, and the moment their soft lips touched, Xiao Huaiyuan finally opened his mouth to welcome him.
Could this be muscle memory?
Thinking about how he had mastered all of this, Fu Ming felt a mix of emotions. Even so, he resolutely poured the water from the Cold Abyss into his mouth and then stuffed in a Soul-Stabilizing Pill.
No, the mouth isn't open wide enough; the pill won't pass through.
Fu Ming began to recall how Xiao Huaiyuan had done it in the past. He remembered that it seemed to be first moistened with saliva, and then slowly swirled around with the tip of the tongue.
The warm, humid touch was truly irresistible.
Xiao Huaiyuan kept his eyes tightly closed, but with Fu Ming's persistent efforts, he finally managed to pry open his teeth and pass the water of the Cold Abyss into his junior brother's mouth.
The tongue, carrying the pill, stretched forward, just one step away from success. Unfortunately, Xiao Huaiyuan seemed to want to say something, and his tongue, which was thicker than Fu Ming's, forcefully pressed against the Soul-Stabilizing Pill, pushing it back.
After several rounds of this fierce battle, he finally swallowed the pill, and Xiao Huaiyuan's soul seemed to stabilize somewhat.
Phew, I wasn't this tired even when I was fighting five against one.
Fu Ming tilted his head back to create some distance between them. The back-and-forth exchange left him breathless, and the water he couldn't swallow spilled out, leaving a clear silver line on the corner of his lips.
However, the war was not yet won, and Fu Ming still needed to work hard. Looking down, he realized he still had two Soul-Stabilizing Pills left; how long would this take?
As if things weren't going to go wrong, another devastating piece of bad news followed.
Xiao Huaiyuan was surprised.
"Damn it, Xiao Huaiyuan, you really know how to cause me trouble."
While his junior brother couldn't hear him, Fu Ming cursed inwardly.
As a learned cultivator who had studied the secret techniques of dual cultivation among the fox clan, Fu Ming naturally knew that when one's soul was unstable and spiritual energy was out of balance, it would be extremely harmful to the body to let it leak out at will, but forcibly blocking it would also disrupt the balance.
To counteract this influence, the other party must accept it, use their cultivation techniques to transform it into spiritual energy, and then perform dual cultivation to transfer it back.
To put it simply, it means eat first, then kiss.
Fu Ming's hands, which he usually held with knives, were delicate and slender, white like water onions. At this moment, they were trembling as he gripped Xiao Huaiyuan's plain sash.
My junior brother is a gentleman, at least he appears to be. He's wrapped up tightly from head to toe, and his expression is solemn and dignified, making Fu Ming look like some shameless scoundrel.
The object sprang out, much wider than the hilt of his sword, almost too large to grip with one hand. Fu Ming had to use both hands to gain complete control.
Fu Ming wasn't fully conscious when he examined the murder weapon so closely, and the sight of it gave him goosebumps. He could hardly imagine how it had been made...
He placed his hand on his junior brother's head and tried to soothe him for a while. His junior brother's abilities surprised him greatly. He hadn't expected that this bear-like creature would have room for growth.
Thinking about it that way, he really is exceptionally gifted...
Stop, I can't think about it anymore.
Fu Ming immediately recited his self-created mind-clearing mantra ten times in his heart.
"I'm straight."
"It's just for healing."
"It's not homosexuality."
...
The morning sun streamed through the window lattices, illuminating the Luo City Lord's Mansion. Unlike the ornately decorated Yong City Lord's Mansion, this place, which also served as a government office, had a more orderly layout. Beneath the plaque with the inscription "Bright Mirror" hanging high, two people, indulging in unbridled debauchery, were intertwined.
Fu Ming's diffused divine consciousness formed a giant net, flying freely throughout Luo City.
He passed over the Tianyan Sect disciples who had been arranged to stabilize the situation, brushed past the disaster victims who were temporarily resting in the city, and finally patted the protective array of the great flood that was slowly receding.
A disciple seemed to be looking for him and was heading towards the city lord's mansion.
Fu Ming, who had been working non-stop for a long time and was feeling a little sleepy, immediately woke up.
He needs to resolve the current predicament quickly.
Unfortunately, his hand skills were really clumsy, and the monotonous movements showed no sign of ending.
Fu Ming thought about it again and again.
To save time, he had to skip the step between giving and receiving the medicine. The process of administering the medicine went smoothly without any major incidents, suggesting that he's quite adept at using his mouth.
As the first rays of dawn appeared, a vast expanse of plains was enveloped in a misty haze. Newly formed waterways fed rivers, and the rising humidity made the Central Plains even more humid and stifling, like a steamer.
The arrogant and haughty Fu Ming was kneeling on his junior brother's lap, bowing to him.
Fu Ming's fine, black hair swayed gracefully against the hem of Xiao Huaiyuan's pure white robes. He had arrived in a hurry and was wearing an elaborate golden crown in the style of the Demon Lord, which was said to have been custom-made for him by the former artisan of the old Demon Lord.
Unlike his somewhat frail and thin clones, Fu Ming's main body's appearance remained frozen in his prime, sharp to the extreme and stunningly beautiful.
When his consciousness re-condensed, Xiao Huaiyuan saw such a moving scene that made him thirsty.
He was just waking up and spoke haltingly: "Senior brother...it's so hot."
This is saying where it's hot.
Fu Ming turned to look at him from below, and answered indistinctly, "You're awake?"
Knock knock.
Just then, a disciple of the Tianyan Sect politely knocked on the door twice.
"Sect Leader, Senior, do you have some free time? I need to ask you to come over for something."
The wording was impeccable, but the timing and occasion were completely wrong, causing Fu Ming to tense up and shrink back in fear.
Almost there.
Xiao Huaiyuan couldn't resist pressing his senior brother's head down.
"Hold on."
The voice of the person inside was low and hoarse, sounding genuinely weary. "The sect leader was also unfortunately captured and tortured; he must be busy healing," the disciple guessed.
Muffled sounds came from inside the room from time to time. After waiting for almost a quarter of an hour, Xiao Huaiyuan and Fu Ming finally carried the prisoners out.
Fu Ming's lips were exceptionally bright red, attracting the disciples' attention.
Feeling a little guilty, he said with a straight face, "There's nothing to see, just mosquito bites."
The disciple asked in confusion, "Ah, can a Nascent Soul cultivator also get bitten by mosquitoes?"
"Oh, yes, some mosquitoes are much more vicious than you think."
Fu Ming's words were pointed.
"Speak, what brings you here in such a hurry?"
The disciple nodded, seemingly understanding, "It's a good thing; reinforcements from within the sect are coming."
Who are they?
“My master is Elder Xu Yan of Wanjian Peak.”
At the same time, Fu Ming received a telepathic message from Xiao Huaiyuan.
"Senior brother, I want to talk to Xu Yan about our matter."
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