Long Song Returns to Spring
The turbulent currents triggered by the collapse of underground energy swept through everything like an apocalyptic storm. Pei Qinhu carried the unconscious and dying Ming Shiyin on his back, while Di Renjie and Li Yuanfang supported each other. With their indomitable will, the three of them struggled to traverse the constantly collapsing passages. Behind them came the roar and light of the complete destruction of the "Ink of the Night" base, and two gazes filled with resentment and hatred.
When they finally broke through the last loosened gate and saw the sky outside again, a blend of the pale blue afterglow and the dawn's light, they were almost exhausted. The Yao Tian disciples and Jinwu Guards who had been waiting outside rushed forward to help the wounded.
"Master Ming!"
"Master!"
Gongsun Li and Yang Yuhuan rushed over immediately. Seeing Ming Shiyin's body riddled with cracks and his life force fading like a candle in the wind, Gongsun Li's tears welled up instantly. Although Yang Yuhuan's face was pale, she forced herself to remain calm and immediately placed her slender fingers on Ming Shiyin's wrist.
“Breath cut off, meridians shattered, soul scattered… backlash from the earth’s veins…” With each word she spoke, her face grew paler, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, “Ordinary medicine… is powerless to save her.”
These words were like ice water poured over their heads, plunging the hearts of everyone who had just escaped danger into despair. Pei Qinhu's eyes were filled with tears, his fists clenched tightly. Di Renjie staggered, only managing to steady himself by leaning on Li Yuanfang.
Just then, a hoarse, flat voice interrupted: "Get out of the way."
Bian Que had arrived unnoticed, still carrying his enormous medicine chest. His deep-set eyes swept over Ming Shiyin's condition without any emotional fluctuation. He pushed aside the Yao Tian disciples who tried to stop him, squatted down, and directly lifted Ming Shiyin's tattered robes, revealing a chest covered in terrifying cracks, even faintly revealing chaotic energy flow within.
"What do you want to do?!" Pei Qinhu glared angrily.
"Save him, or... let him die a more thorough death." Bian Que didn't even look up, his tone still icy, as if discussing an insignificant experimental subject. He opened his medicine chest, which contained not ordinary herbs, but various potions shimmering with strange light, crystal bottles, and sharp surgical instruments. He took out a potion that was intertwined with a green aura of life and a gray aura of death, and without hesitation injected it into Ming Shiyin's heart.
Ming Shiyin's body twitched suddenly.
"You!" Pei Qinhu was about to step forward.
"Ah Hu, stop!" Yi Xing's voice came through the jade talisman. Although weak, it was filled with an undeniable urgency. "Master Bian Que is using poison to fight poison, forcibly stimulating Master's extinguished life force with the power of life and death! This is... the only chance!"
Bian Que's movements were so fast it was dazzling. He precisely injected various medicines of different colors, with completely opposite and even conflicting properties, into different meridian nodes of Ming Shiyin. Sometimes he used silver needles to guide death energy to expel the invading foreign energy, sometimes he applied foul-smelling ointment to the wounds, and sometimes he lit some kind of incense to fumigate Ming Shiyin's seven orifices with smoke... His methods were brutal, bizarre, and completely contrary to common sense, making everyone who watched shudder.
Under the stimulation of the medicine and techniques, Ming Shiyin's body trembled and spasmed violently, and the energy conflict under his skin became more obvious, as if it would explode at any moment. His face would sometimes turn a strange flush, and sometimes turn ashen, his vitality like a small boat tossed about in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.
"The boundary between life and death is not a solid wall, but a turbulent river of the underworld; the way of the healer sometimes requires navigating a poisonous boat, going against the current between yin and yang."
Bian Que's hoarse voice rang out between the rescue efforts, revealing his unique medical approach that walked on the edge of life and death, a coldness that contained an ultimate challenge and understanding of the rules of life.
Yang Yuhuan was initially shocked by Bian Que's almost cruel methods, but then seemed to understand. She gently put down her pipa, knelt on the other side of Ming Shiyin, closed her eyes, and placed her hands lightly on his forehead and heart. She did not use any medicine or acupuncture needles, but began to chant softly.
It was not in any known language, but an ethereal, distant song that reached the depths of the soul. Her voice seemed to come from the heavens above, or perhaps from the very first stirrings of life. As she sang, a soft and pure white aura emanated from her body, like warm moonlight, enveloping Ming Shiyin's form.
This halo did not conflict with Bian Que's medicine and techniques; rather, it acted as a lubricant and harmonizer, soothing the tearing pain caused by the violent energy, nourishing the parched and shattered meridians, and gently nurturing the dissipating soul. The music transformed into invisible threads, attempting to reweave and stitch together the broken fragments of life.
On one hand, there is Bian Que's domineering and unpredictable "poisonous arts" that walk on the edge of life and death, forcibly clinging to a sliver of life; on the other hand, there is Yang Yuhuan's gentle and pure "symphony" of life that goes straight to the source, nourishing and repairing the foundation of life.
Two completely different, even seemingly opposing forces, achieved a delicate balance and cooperation at this moment for the sake of the same life.
Time ticked by, and everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Suddenly, Ming Shiyin gasped for breath, letting out a long, painful groan. His tightly closed eyes trembled violently a few times before he finally managed to open them a crack. Although still extremely weak and with unfocused eyes, it was undeniably... a sign of life!
"He's alive..." Gongsun Li covered her mouth, weeping with joy.
Pei Qinhu breathed a heavy sigh of relief, almost collapsing from exhaustion. Di Renjie's tightly furrowed brows also relaxed slightly.
Bian Que stopped what he was doing and silently packed up his medicine box, as if the thrilling rescue he had just experienced had nothing to do with him. "He must not be moved for three days and must be continuously nourished with the music of Miss Yu Huan. Whether he can truly come back to life depends on his fate." After he finished speaking hoarsely, he retreated to the shadows and once again became the silent bystander.
Yang Yuhuan's chanting did not stop, and the gentle white halo still enveloped Ming Shiyin, as if building a cocoon for his life.
Yi Xing learned through the jade talisman that his master was temporarily out of danger. His tense mind finally relaxed, and a violent cough came out. It was clear that the forced deduction just now had exhausted him.
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