Chapter 84 Warmth "If you do not come to me, I will come to you."...
Jiang Yuhuo obtained the Spirit-Subduing Wood.
Perhaps Jia Yue had already spoken to the person in charge, because when the person came to collect it was her, he didn't ask any questions and just gave it to her directly. This surprised Jiang Yuhuo a little, as she had originally thought it would take some effort.
The spirit-summoning wood was contained in a wooden box, inside which was a section of black wood about the length of an adult's arm. Jiang Yuhuo held the wooden box in his hand, but the fire element within his body remained completely still, unlike the intense heat he felt the first time he touched it.
So, it's true that as long as you put it in a box, everything will be fine?
Why did Naga Yue lie to her in the first place?
Jiang Yuhuo carried the wooden box out of the Linggu Tower. After pondering for a while without finding a reason, she stopped thinking about it. Anyway, she had already gotten what she wanted, so she found a high place to sit, looking at the mountain gate, waiting for the familiar figure to appear.
The sun gradually set in the west, and dusk fell.
She could no longer make out the faces of the people at the mountain gate. Fearing that her senior brother wouldn't be able to find her, Jiang Yuhuo leaped down to the foot of the gate and stood quietly against a stone pillar. If her senior brother came up the mountain, he would see her as soon as he arrived.
But as darkness fell inch by inch, the person she was waiting for never appeared.
The communication talisman in her hand suddenly lit up, and Jiang Yuhuo immediately picked it up to check. It was indeed a message from Wen Yizhan, but it stated that he had important matters to attend to and was unable to go to Tianque in the near future, telling her not to wait for him and that she was free to come and go as she pleased.
With a slight exertion of her fingertips, Jiang Yuhuo's bright black eyes dimmed. She stood there for a long time before slowly stepping through the mountain gate, accepting the fact that Wen Yizhan had changed her mind and wouldn't be coming.
But she still had doubts. Wen Yizhan had never broken a promise before, especially not at the last minute. Apart from the task Jia Yue had given him, Jiang Yuhuo couldn't think of any other important matter that Wen Yizhan might have, given his lazy nature.
If what Jia Yue said is true, and my senior brother has encountered some danger... the Nether Dragon in the Great Abyss is so dangerous, what if...
Regardless, Jiang Yuhuo knew she couldn't wait any longer.
After taking his pre-packed luggage, Jiang Yuhuo bid farewell to Qingping.
Qingping had just settled Bai Zhen in when she heard Jiang Yuhuo was leaving, and she was immediately taken aback. "So...it's today?"
These past few days, she had been preoccupied with Qiandeng's matter, making several trips up and down the mountain, and finally managed to arrange Bai Zhen's transfer to Tianque. Jiang Yuhuo had mentioned to her a few days ago that they would set off to return to Kunlun as soon as her senior brother arrived, but she was so busy with Qiandeng and Bai Zhen's affairs that she had completely forgotten what day it was. Three days had passed in the blink of an eye, and she was completely unaware of it. She even seemed to have forgotten to tell His Highness?
Qingping hesitated for a moment, then said hesitantly, "...Miss, shouldn't we wait for His Highness? He suddenly decided to go into seclusion this morning, and he probably doesn't know that you're leaving yet."
Qingping wanted to persuade him to stay, feeling that His Highness would not be happy to see her gone when he came out of seclusion.
Jiang Yuhuo handed the sleeping Xiaoxi to Qingping and patted its little head one last time.
"No need, I already said goodbye to him in person this morning."
"But……"
Qingping spent a long time trying to find a good reason to keep her. Jiang Yuhuo had only come to heal her wounds and would naturally leave once she recovered, but Qingping had always regarded her as someone who could stay by His Highness's side. It was just a pity that the two of them had never been able to develop feelings for each other.
Knowing there was no longer any possibility, Qingping still held her hand tightly, even if it wasn't for His Highness, she genuinely liked this female cultivator.
"Very well, I can't keep you here. If you ever pass by Tianque in the future, please remember to come and visit your sister."
A rare gentle smile appeared in Jiang Yuhuo's eyes as he nodded in agreement.
*
As night deepened, the curfew in Falling Moon City was about to begin, and the long streets were deserted and quiet.
Wen Yizhan, carrying a wine jar, walked drunkenly down the street, his body swaying, yet his steps on the stone slabs were firm and powerful, appearing neither drunk nor sober.
He wandered aimlessly, not knowing where he should go. He just felt his left eye start to hurt again, and it felt as if a saw was constantly cutting into the entire left side of his head, determined to cut off the left half of his head.
He picked up the wine jug and poured more into his mouth, but the jug was already empty, with only a few pitiful drops of Falling Moon Intoxication spilling out.
But that was hardly enough to numb the excruciating pain.
A few clappers sounded on the long street, and only the soldiers patrolling the street remained.
Soldiers carrying lanterns and banging clappers were strolling aimlessly through the streets, expecting the night to be as peaceful as usual. Suddenly, they heard a sound of something being smashed coming from the street corner, which was especially noticeable on the empty street.
Clumsy thieves often make such noises when breaking into houses. The soldiers immediately turned around and went to investigate. Sure enough, they saw a suspicious figure on the street corner, one hand propped against the corner of the wall, holding something in his hand, looking like a thief.
The soldier drew his long sword and quietly walked up behind the man.
"Hey, who dares to be out at night? What are you doing here? Turn around!"
The soldier shouted, and the man heard the sound and slowly stood up, leaning against the wall.
Unexpectedly, this person didn't look big when he was hunched over, but he was very tall when he stood up.
The soldier instinctively took a few steps back. He wasn't short for a man, but the tall figure in front of him still made him feel somewhat intimidated.
But what he didn't expect was that compared to what he was about to see, the pressure of his height was nothing.
The man turned around at his command, his face, which stood out starkly white in the night, was illuminated by the lantern's light, making his menacing eyes appear several times more terrifying.
The bandage that had been binding the eyeball had come loose at some point, revealing a mangled eyeball underneath. Whatever had struck the eyeball must have been quite powerful, as it had torn the eyeball to shreds. Deep scars, rotten flesh, and congealed blood were smeared on what was once a handsome face, creating a bizarre and cruel scene.
The soldier screamed in fright, threw his lantern to the ground, and ran away as if he had seen a ghost.
Wen Yizhan tried to pick up the lantern from the ground, but the flame, having been thrown away, lost its control and immediately seized the opportunity to lick the paper cover, turning the lantern into a ball of flame.
He had no choice but to read the words on the communication talisman by the light of the flame. Although the talisman originally had a faint glow, his eyesight was not very good now, and the words in that faint glow were not very clear at night.
Only now, by the light of the fire, could he see what was written on it.
If you do not come to me, I will go to you.
The lanterns burned out, the flames dimmed, and only a faint glow remained on the communication talismans, making them barely visible. People on the street burst into laughter; the clear, cheerful laughter of young people echoed through the streets, a sound that was pleasing to the ear, if one only listened to the voices.
Wen Yizhan reached out and flicked away the blood that had just flowed from his left eye. He carefully put the communication talisman into his pocket and murmured the letter written by his junior sister. He could almost imagine her cold and stubborn appearance when she wrote the letter.
Will she be angry with him? He broke his promise and stood her up.
She could be angry all she wanted; once his eyes were better, she could even beat him up.
Lost in thought, Wen Yizhan still didn't plan to see Jiang Yuhuo. Even if she wasn't afraid, he didn't want her to see him like this, didn't want her to worry, and even less did he want her to remember his ugly appearance.
He summoned his sword, preparing to fly away on it.
At the end of the long street, a tall and straight figure walked towards us from afar.
Wen Yizhan was stunned. His spiritual power stagnated, and the iron sword that had been floating in mid-air fell to the ground with a clang.
Although his eyesight wasn't very good these days, he still recognized the blurry figure. Who else could it be but Jiang Yuhuo walking towards him?
The other party had obviously seen him, so there was no point in him running away now.
Wen Yizhan shook her head, smiled helplessly, as if muttering to herself, "How did you still manage to find it?"
The long street was silent, but even from a distance, Jiang Yuhuo could still hear, "I originally just wanted to try my luck in Luoyue City, but I didn't expect you to actually be here."
She approached slowly, a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice, "Why didn't you come to find me?"
Wen Yizhan turned to the side, only showing half of her face, but as she got closer, the other half of her face could no longer be hidden.
Jiang Yuhuo was caught off guard when she saw Wen Yizhan's injured eye, and her pupils suddenly contracted. "What happened to your eye?"
She wanted to get closer to see more clearly, but Wen Yizhan stepped back at that moment.
Jiang Yuhu stopped in her tracks and asked in a deep voice, "You don't want me to see this, so you don't come to find me, right?"
There was nothing important at all; it was all just an excuse to lie to her.
"That's enough, Junior Sister." Wen Yizhan turned her back, gesturing for her not to come any closer. "Go away, don't come any closer, don't look at me, I don't look good like this."
Jiang Yu sniffed the air, her brows furrowing involuntarily. "You've been drinking?"
As she approached, she could smell the strong stench of alcohol emanating from Wen Yizhan. Such a strong smell suggested he had been drinking heavily. How could he dare to drink when he was injured?
Wen Yizhan froze instantly, feeling incredibly guilty, as if she had been caught doing something wrong.
His junior sister never liked him drinking. She didn't say anything, but every time she smelled the alcohol on him, she would pinch her nose and walk away.
"I..." Wen Yizhan wanted to explain, but once she opened her mouth, she felt that saying more would be pointless. Oh well, might as well just give up.
Jiang Yuhuo was truly angry. "I've already come to Tianque, and instead of going up the mountain to find me, you've run to the foot of the mountain to drink. Your eyes are clearly injured, yet you still dare to drink. Wen Yizhan, you really are..."
What really happened? Did he disappoint her?
Wen Yizhan lowered his head, awaiting her verdict.
"...It's getting more and more outrageous."
She was deliberately mocking him.
Normally, he would have chuckled, pretended not to understand, and then shamelessly pressed her for an explanation, insisting she tell him exactly what was so special about him. But now…
Wen Yizhan didn't respond to her sarcasm, but just chuckled softly, "Junior sister, give your senior brother some time. Once I'm better, I'll come to find you."
Just as Wen Yizhan was about to leave, Jiang Yuhuo immediately flipped over and landed in front of him. Her gaze was fixed on his left eye, filled with both heartache and anger. "Where else do you want to go? Tell me, and I'll go with you."
The heartache in her eyes made Wen Yizhan's heart ache unbearably.
He could never bring himself to refuse his junior sister, and now it was even harder for him to speak. He could only sigh, turn his face away, and try his best not to let her see his terrifying eyes.
A slender, white hand gently landed on his cheek, carrying a warm, dry sensation. His junior sister asked him.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
At this point, Wen Yizhan could no longer hold back. He could no longer resist and took a step forward, pulling the person in front of him into a tight embrace, his arms holding her firmly as if he had finally found a foothold.
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."
Jiang Yuhuo was quite tall, and when Wen Yizhan held her, he could rest his chin on her shoulder. He leaned against her, pressing his weight on her like a docile large beast.
The person in his arms made him feel warm from head to toe, and the pain in his left eye seemed to have really disappeared.
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