Chapter 68: The unusual thing about you, Dengtai, seems to be somewhat artificial...
"Master, you're awake!"
Mu Fuyun called out in surprise, half-knelt on the smooth stone surface, leaned his upper body forward slightly, moved in front of Xie Hanyi, and looked at his face carefully.
Tiny droplets of water gathered on his eyebrows and eyelids, glittering and translucent. His dark eyes were unfocused at first, then gleamed under the pearlescent hue, gradually becoming focused.
Mu Fuyun's shadow was reflected in his eyes.
"Um."
Xie Hanyi responded with a hoarse voice, just like when he had just come out of seclusion in the cave.
"How long was I unconscious?"
For some reason, Mu Fuyun suddenly felt a little sore at the tip of his nose and his eyes felt slightly hot.
"It's been three days."
After hearing this, Xie Hanyi's blank expression froze for a moment, then softened like ice and snow melting, and a little warmth overflowed.
"Did I scare you?" He rose from the water, stepped onto the rocks on the shore, and stood before her. "It's just an old illness left over from my master. It flares up from time to time. It's nothing serious."
Mu Fuyun listened to his nonchalant answer without saying a word, but just pursed her lips stubbornly.
Xie Hanyi wanted to perform a cleansing spell on himself, but as soon as he moved his fingertips, he found that his whole body was dry. When he stood on the shore for a moment, not a drop of water fell from his feet.
And just a few inches away from his feet, on a small, gilded cloud-patterned lamp, a tiny light blue water droplet was flowing and shining brightly.
He had an idea and bent down, picked up the lamp, held it in his palm, and looked at Mu Fuyu.
"You did this?"
Mu Fuyun nodded: "This is what I made when Master was unconscious. I am giving it to you."
As she spoke, she reached out and knocked on the mechanism on a cloud pattern on the side of the lampstand. Suddenly, the light blue water droplets at the wick moved, as if boiling, and tiny bubbles emerged on the surface. Then they slowly rose up and disappeared into the air like water vapor.
At the same time, a thin layer of frost quietly covered Xie Hanyi's body.
Knock it again, the frost disappears and the water droplets on the wick condense again.
"Lingshanze is covered with ice and snow, and it's as cold as winter. I saw that Master's body was always covered with frost, so I made this frost-melting lamp. From now on, Master, carry this lamp with you, and no matter how cold the weather is, you won't get frost on your body."
This lampstand doesn't use any special magic, nor does it contain any rare or powerful materials. It just adds some ingenious ideas. It's not too exquisite, but the thoughtfulness behind it is hard to ignore.
This was the first time she had refined a small magical tool with her own hands, and she wanted to give it to someone she really cared about.
In the past, others would always ask her, a weapon cultivator, to modify and refine magic weapons for them, and whether she would accept the request depended on her mood.
This time, she felt inexplicably uneasy.
The first time she took the initiative, her usual generosity and unrestrainedness were greatly reduced. She even worried vaguely whether he would accept her kindness.
Xie Hanyi lowered his eyes and saw his spotless Taoist robe. The corners of his straight lips curved up, and his slender fingertips gently stroked the cloud pattern on the side of the lampstand.
"It's very well done. I accept it."
With his cultivation level, even if he is not an equipment cultivator and does not understand the art of refining equipment, he can still see some of the tricks used in it, which is not surprising.
However, what Mu Fuyun didn't expect was that he didn't seem surprised at all that she could refine weapons.
Thinking so, she asked directly.
Xie Hanyi put the lamp into the mustard seed bag at his waist, looked up and smiled, "You are usually the best at controlling your spiritual power, which makes you suitable for refining weapons. Besides, when you were learning to control the sword before, didn't you make some modifications to the sword? That's what weapon cultivators do."
Mu Fuyun didn't expect that he actually noticed something that happened so long ago.
"There are a lot of materials in the warehouse. You don't need to go back to the sect to exchange them with points. You can use them directly. There are also some books in the library for you to read. I can't give you too much guidance on this matter. You must study it on your own."
In fact, what he didn't say was that when he first embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, he was also chosen by a weapon cultivator who was famous throughout the entire continent and wanted to be accepted as his personal disciple. He declined the offer because he had received the favor of his master first.
In this way, the master and the disciple do have many similarities.
Mu Fuyun naturally didn't need much guidance from him. Her only obstacle in refining weapons was her low level of cultivation.
What she was more concerned about was Xie Hanyi's health.
"Why did Master take the Lotus Frost Pill?" She recalled the time when Qi Yuanbai had treated her injuries and asked the question that had been in her mind at that time. "That kind of pill can only suppress the symptoms. Master said that the next time it attacks, it will only be more painful..."
She simply couldn't imagine what kind of pain Xie Hanyi would have to endure if he had really been taking this kind of medicine for years.
Xie Hanyi paused, remained silent for a moment, and then said softly, "My old illness will never be cured in this lifetime. I take Lengshuang Pills occasionally, but most of the time, I use the water from Lingshanze to suppress it—just like you."
As he spoke, his gaze turned to the vast expanse of water behind him.
"This is the source of the cold pond you used. However, the spiritual energy here is too rich. With your current level of cultivation, you can't withstand it."
That's why he noticed her abnormality so quickly and guided her to find the cold pond in Shanmingju.
Because, over the years, he had often endured such torment. However, his torment did not come from the secret method left by the Hehuan Sect.
Mu Fuyun felt extremely distressed and guilty at the same time.
"Is this attack because Master left the sect and went to the Western Extreme to save me?"
"Don't think too much. You are my disciple. No matter what happens, I will protect you. This is what a master should do."
Xie Hanyi rarely reached out and gently pressed on her head, wanting to rub it, but restrained himself.
He was not good at comforting others, but now that he had been with his disciple for a long time, he seemed to have learned something.
At least, these words touched Mu Fuyun's heart.
"From now on, I will do my best to protect myself and not let Master worry."
Xie Hanyi twitched the corners of his lips, not making any demands on her. However, the next moment, as if remembering something, his expression suddenly became serious.
"In the Communication Hall in the Western Extreme, when I checked your meridians, I saw that there was something messy inside your Dantian, obscuring the spiritual roots that should have been clear, hindering your cultivation."
Mu Fuyun was not surprised by his discovery and nodded, "Over the past two years, I've been trying to open up some of the blocked meridians, and I've seen some success. However, the clutter in my Dantian remains unresolved and seems impossible to clear."
Xie Hanyi frowned, thinking back to everything he had discovered, and said, "The unusualness of your body seems to have some traces of human intervention."
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In Xizhao Pavilion, Song Xinghe pushed the door open without waiting for Chu Ye's consent.
"Big Brother," he glanced inside from the doorway, his gaze quickly landing on Chu Ye, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, "You haven't told me yet how to use the so-called 'Soul Nurturing Technique' to truly bring back Senior Sister."
Although Chu Ye was meditating, he was unable to enter a state of concentration because of his restlessness. He had noticed it when he came in. At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Song Xinghe expressionlessly, and did not answer.
Song Xinghe suddenly became alert and squinted his eyes to look at him: "Senior Sister said that you don't want to tell her. Why, Senior Brother, you don't want to tell me too?"
"What unspeakable secret is keeping you so silent, Senior Brother? Have you forgotten the oath we swore together before Senior Sister's remaining spirit?"
How could Chu Ye forget?
He always felt that he wanted Mu Fuyue to come back more than anyone else, and when he made that vow, he did so without hesitation.
But now, it was precisely because of that oath that he began to hesitate.
"That was something I got in the illusory world. Whether what was written there is true or false is still unknown. We can't take any risks with Yue'er's affairs."
Song Xinghe didn't believe his words and sneered, "Opportunities are unpredictable in secret realms. Countless people have obtained magical treasures from them throughout history. You have obtained the secret method and have clearly used the mental method contained therein on Senior Sister. Why do you say you don't know whether it is true or not? Senior Brother, what exactly are you trying to hide?"
What kind of secret method is this so-called "soul-nourishing technique" that makes him hesitate?
Song Xinghe was thinking, and somehow, a guess suddenly popped up in his mind.
"Is it... related to Mu Fuyun?"
Chu Ye was not too surprised that he could guess it. He closed his eyes and remained silent. In the end, he did not continue to hide it. Instead, he took out the palm leaf from the mustard bag and handed it to Song Xinghe.
Song Xinghe looked at the small palm leaf in front of him and suddenly felt a little hesitant to take it.
However, before he could reach out his hand, a line of golden words appeared on the palm leaf.
"The day when the soul and the spirit are harmonious is the day when the soul can be transferred to another body. Only then will the art of nurturing the soul be completed."
He didn't understand what these words meant at first. He read them silently several times. When he finally realized what they meant, he felt a chill in his heart.
"Transferring souls and bodies...whose body?"
He murmured the question, but in fact he already had a bad guess in his mind.
And Baye seemed to understand what he said, and new golden words appeared, giving the answer and confirming his guess.
"The body that is nourished contains the soul that is nourished."
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