Chapter 64 Seeking Water But what about his junior sister?
Inside the ice cave, occasional drops of melting water fell onto the ice surface, "drip, drip—"
All sounds were amplified in the empty ice cave, including the faint breathing of the people around them.
Wen Yizhan led Jiang Yuhuo northwards, originally intending to go directly to the far north ice abyss to find a piece of cold jade for her. However, the journey was too long, and retrieving the jade from beneath the millennia-old ice layer would be extremely time-consuming.
Her body couldn't wait a moment longer.
He had no choice but to find an ice cave on the road and put her inside, channeling his spiritual energy into her in an attempt to alleviate her fever.
But a whole day passed, and her body was still like a burning fire.
When Wen Yizhan held her, he could feel his skin burning. He couldn't imagine how Jiang Yuhuo must be feeling at that moment.
He was supposed to lay her on the ice, but she was still vomiting blood. If she lay flat, the blood would get into her trachea. So he could only let her sit up, put her head on his shoulder, and wipe the blood from her mouth as it spilled out.
Jiang Yuhuo's body temperature remained high, but her face grew increasingly pale. At first, she could still sweat a little, but now all the sweat on her body had evaporated. Wen Yizhan looked at her pained expression, her heart filled with anxiety, but she couldn't think of any way to save her.
Cold jade, cold jade... Who still has cold jade in their hands?
This thing isn't exactly precious, but finding one isn't easy. Unless you're a collector who loves collecting all sorts of jade and precious stones, it's unlikely that you'll have one or two pieces of this kind of jade mixed in with your collection.
A person who loves jade and precious stones, and has the ability to collect treasures from all over the world...
The answer was obvious in Wen Yizhan's mind: who else could it be but that person?
Wen Yizhan closed his eyes. He had sworn never to have any contact with that family again.
But what about his junior sister?
Wen Yizhan pressed her forehead against hers, and the skin that touched immediately felt like it was on fire. She felt like a ball of flame, but this flame was burning her to the point of near death.
He heard her faint murmurs in her sleep; her voice was intermittent and so faint that it was barely a whisper, like she was sobbing.
Wen Yizhan had to stand very close to hear what she was saying.
She said, "I'm sorry... I'm useless..."
"It's my fault... I'm sorry."
Wen Yizhan felt a pang of heartache, a bitter taste on his tongue. He gently patted her back, comforting her, "It's all over, it's all over."
"Xiao Hai, it hurts..."
There was a hint of moisture in the corner of her eyes, but it turned into steam before it could fall.
Her chaotic ramblings couldn't form a complete sentence, and Wen Yizhan knew she was delirious with fever and dreaming about the past again. He couldn't help but hold her tightly in his arms, enduring the burning pain all over his body, as if this could help her share some of her suffering.
"Junior sister, let's go ask them for the Cold Jade, okay? With the Cold Jade, you won't feel so bad."
The person in his arms seemed to hear his call.
Jiang Yuhuo slightly opened her eyes and saw Wen Yizhan's face. Memories instantly flooded back to her. That night filled with blood and fire was long gone. She was now Jiang Yuhuo of Kunlun Mountain, having just won a match.
Seeing that she had finally woken up, Wen Yizhan was overjoyed and helped her lean against the ice. "Junior sister, how are you feeling now?"
But Jiang Yuhuo didn't answer his question. She spoke with difficulty, her voice hoarse and dry, her first question being, "Senior brother, did you get the Spirit-Subduing Wood?"
Wen Yizhan was taken aback. He had only been focused on saving her and hadn't taken anything. He had heard of the Spirit-Subduing Wood, the reward for this year's Immortal Sect Competition. So that's why she fought so desperately to win?
Wen Yizhan lowered his eyes, like a puppy that had done something wrong, "No," but the next moment he perked up, "When you feel better, let's go get it, okay? You won it, no one can take it away."
"Let's go find the Cold Jade first. With the Cold Jade, you'll get better." Wen Yizhan's eyes lit up again, as if she had found a cure.
Jiang Yuhu shook her head gently. She tried to smile at him, but blood started flowing from her mouth again. Wen Yizhan quickly reached out to wipe it, but this time the blood kept flowing and she couldn't wipe it clean no matter what she did.
Jiang Yuhuo said, "It's no use, the golden seal is inside my body."
"I refined their seals." Her eyes were filled with pride, and her smile was pure, like a child asking an adult for praise.
Only Jiang Yuhuo herself knew that she had used far too much of the fire element from her bloodline in this competition, not only refining the golden seal with fire but also burning two magic arrays. The suppressive effect of the Cold Jade was already practically nonexistent at that time. However, the moment the Cold Jade was shattered, her own spiritual power was exhausted, and the fire within her body completely lost its suppression, triggering a backlash. This caused her fever to flare up more intensely than ever before. Even if she found the Cold Jade now, it would be difficult to quell this wave of fever.
She just needs to get through this, just like before.
"Don't worry, you won't die." At most, it will be painful and unbearable, but you can get through it by gritting your teeth.
Wen Yizhan immediately used his spiritual energy to probe her body and found that there was indeed a new imprint with extremely strong killing intent. The fierce imprint merged with the fire power in her body, which was like injecting a huge wave of power into the fire.
After examining her, Wen Yizhan was even more terrified. Her mind was clouded by the fever, and she didn't know her own physical condition. She told him not to worry, but he was truly afraid that she would die from dehydration due to the fever.
Wen Yizhan's eyes reddened, and she pinched her nose as punishment as usual, but tears still fell uncontrollably. "Silly girl, if you want the Spirit Wood, let your senior brother win it back for you. Don't you know that your senior brother is just someone to be used by his junior sister?"
Jiang Yuhuo's smile deepened, her eyes half-closed. The pain in her body was gradually eroding her consciousness, but with Wen Yizhan by her side, she felt a sense of peace.
Wen Yizhan's hand stroked her cheek, brushing away her stray hairs. His tone was tinged with anger as he pinched her cheek, "What's the use of laughing? You need to remember this, understand?"
Before even reaching the Heavenly Palace, Wen Yizhan spotted the sword aura of "Breaking Through the Emperor's Gate" from afar. He instantly understood why Jiang Yuhuo had sought him out to learn swordsmanship that day. For her to unleash "Breaking Through the Emperor's Gate," she must have encountered a formidable opponent. He was extremely anxious, regretting that he had been too concerned for those old fogies and hadn't gone with Jiang Yuhuo immediately. Sure enough, upon arrival, he saw Jiang Yuhuo lying on the ground.
The warm liquid fell, but the droplets felt icy cold on Jiang Yuhuo's face, evaporating instantly. In her hazy state, Jiang Yuhuo heard a voice in her ear say, "Remember, nothing is worth risking your life for, nothing is more precious than you."
Although Wen Yizhan didn't know why she had refined the golden seal, she knew it belonged to Qing Lin, the master of Chongyuan Peak. It shouldn't be near Jiang Yuhuo, much less become a part of her body.
Wen Yizhan closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his eyes burning with intense hatred. He would confront Chongyuan Peak about the golden seal, demanding a thorough explanation from Qinglin for his ruthless killing of a sect disciple.
But at this moment, Jiang Yuhuo's health is the most important thing.
But there are always things in the world that are beyond his control. If even the cold jade is no longer useful, then what else in this world can suppress the heat in her body?
Wen Yizhan couldn't think of a better way. He even thought that since one piece wasn't enough, he should go to that person and ask for a few more pieces of cold jade. As long as he could save her, he would let the other party torment him however they wanted this time.
Yanling is located in the southeast of Zhongzhou, which is not very close to Tianque, but he should be able to arrive in a day by flying on his sword without stopping.
Wen Yizhan summoned his sword and picked up the fishing fire on the river. She was tall and slender but not very heavy, and he easily lifted her onto the sword.
Just then, the communication talisman, which had been silent all along, suddenly lit up.
The above is Zhang Zhenyang's reply.
Jiang Yuhuo's fever persisted in the ice cave for a long time, and Wen Yizhan was at a loss. When he was desperate, he tried to send a message to Zhang Zhenyang, who was in seclusion, asking him for help. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhenyang saw it.
The message read, "Go quickly to the Heavenly Palace and request the Sinking Water."
*
Outside the window, the night rain pattered down, and the damp night wind blew into the white hall. The wind, though in late spring, still carried a chill. The person inside seemed oblivious, holding a yellowed ancient scroll in hand, with the luminous pearl hanging high in the ceiling as a guide.
The pages of the book slipped through the fingers of the people inside the hall.
"Crack—" The page got stuck on the ring on his thumb, tearing a corner and making a crisp sound.
The person in the hall took off the ring, revealing a faint red thread wrapped around their thumb.
Over the years, the traces of the bond had faded considerably. He stroked the red thread, his thoughts drifting away.
One day, this mark will disappear completely, just like his vanished past in the mortal realm. Unfortunately, his body can no longer return.
"My lord, that person outside the hall still refuses to leave." The palace attendant hurried in, his abrupt voice interrupting his thoughts.
"Didn't I tell you to kick him out?" The white-robed patriarch put his ring back on, a hint of impatience showing on his handsome, godlike face. This was the third time the palace envoy had come to report this.
The vast hall remained silent for a long while. The envoy before the hall lowered his head and said cautiously, "...Your Majesty, your Majesty and we have tried all sorts of methods, but that person just won't leave, and your Majesty...we can't defeat him."
A soft laugh came from the seat of honor, the voice cold, "Then please tell him that Chen Shui never lends out, and Tian Que will not make an exception for anyone."
The palace attendant acknowledged and hurriedly prepared to go out and deliver the message.
"etc."
The person in the seat of honor closed the book.
"You just said, for whom did this person ask to be drowned?"
The envoy bowed and replied, "I am Jiang Yuhuo, a disciple of Zhang Shanren of Zhenyang Peak in Kunlun Mountain. The person who came to make this request is her senior brother."
River fishing lights.
He silently repeated the name in his heart; it was the most discussed name among the immortals. He had overheard some of her story, intentionally or unintentionally: from obscurity to a winning streak, to riding away on her sword after winning the grand competition, and no one knew where she went.
The image of that person's cold and aloof face immediately flashed through Jia Yue's mind, along with the last look she gave him before she collapsed.
The ancient and heavy palace doors opened from the inside out, emitting a stale sigh.
The person outside the hall looked up, raindrops dripping from the stray hairs on his forehead. Behind the curtain of rain, Wen Yizhan saw the legendary Heavenly Palace Sect Master.
The person inside slowly emerged, the pearly light from the palace ceiling illuminating his magnificent white robe, the silver Jianmu apron on his chest gleaming softly.
The people inside the hall were spotless and possessed lofty and dignified bearing.
Jia Yue was also observing the young man in black outside the door. The night rain soaked his body, but his sleeves always protected the head of the person in his arms. He held a sword in one hand and held the person in the other. The woman who had dominated the arena the day before lay in his arms, her face pale and her brows furrowed.
The two people outside the hall were soaked to the bone and looked utterly disheveled.
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