Chapter 152 Calming the Storm (Part 3) Because I cherish you. ...
"Yes, I'm back."
Lin Feiran formed a hand seal, gathering spiritual energy into the person in front of him, but his gaze fell on the surroundings.
In the silent and tranquil little world, though there were no outsiders, it was somehow invaded by those strange runes, which were slowly flowing around.
"When I returned to the city, I saw runes everywhere and the people in the city looked strange, so I sent Xuanzhen to heal her wounds first and came straight here to find you. I didn't expect this place to be covered with... Judging from the trend and patterns, are these incantations?"
Her voice was not as calm as usual, and she was shrouded in a faint aura of blood, which was especially noticeable in the small world filled with cool fragrance.
"That's right, it's a spell."
The illness was triggered by the stray runes, causing the spiritual veins to become chaotic and the spiritual power to gradually dissipate. Just now, he had tried his best to suppress the backflow of the pill, but now he was weak all over and no different from an ordinary person.
Fortunately, the person who came was Lin Feiran.
However, only she can get in here.
His brows relaxed slightly, and his cool hand moved towards the back of her neck, tracing her fingertips to her wrist, where he carefully took her pulse.
"The injury wasn't serious, but it wasn't minor either."
He took out several porcelain bottles from his medicine box and handed them to the back.
"You're feeling weak right now, so open this yourself. Fragrance Pill... one red and white pill, three drops of pale yellow dew, three frost-white autumn fruits, and take them along with the spiritual dew in the white bottle."
After you take the medicine, wait outside the boundary. I will recover as quickly as possible, no more than fifteen minutes.
Lin Feiran took the porcelain bottle with one hand and opened it one by one as instructed. Then he asked in confusion, "Wait? Aren't you going to refine the pills? I remember you said before that once you start, you can't stop."
Ru Xian glanced at her sideways, her red marks on her eyes slanting upwards, revealing a hint of the color of a withered rose.
"Of course I must go out and fight King Qingping, protect the people, and defend my position as Demon Lord."
Lin Feiran blinked: "...I said before that you don't care that much about this position."
Ru Xian raised an eyebrow: "In this world, even the most virtuous and desireless person wants to cultivate the Great Dao. It is by no means without desires and wants. Naturally, I am no exception."
What do you think I care about?
Lin Feiran hesitated for a moment: "Naturally, it's your illness. From beginning to end, hasn't everything you've done been to cure it? Or rather, if you don't fight back against the Prince of Qingping's provocation, it would be a loss of dignity?"
Ru Xian stared at her intently, her lips parting slightly: "If it were before, that would indeed be the case."
“I don’t care about this position. I did say before that anyone who wants to take it can come and fight here. It’s perfectly reasonable for him to come here and provoke me.”
Moreover, the drug trial is imminent; this is the last chance, and I shouldn't let a small matter cause me to lose the bigger picture.
As for the demon realm, let things be as they are from now on.
Some people seem to have made this place their home.
Lin Feiran opened her eyes slightly, her gaze pausing for a moment.
She clutched the medicine bottle, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her lips gradually pursed.
Ru Xian, however, remained fixed on her, not missing the slightest change in expression, and even slowly leaned towards her.
"When you are feeling lost and helpless, finding a place to stay is like a fledgling bird hatching from its shell, and it takes this place as its nest."
As their wings grow stronger, they naturally want to protect their homeland.
If we don't go here, where can we go?
Under that overwhelming gaze, Lin Feiran's eyes involuntarily fell on his parting lips.
Her skin was pale red and soft, yet she continued to utter horrifying words.
"I know your worries and anxieties, so I am willing to help you relieve your sorrows, because I love you."
Lin Feiran was stunned; this was the first time she had ever heard such words from Ru Xian.
Pity?
Is there more pity, or the latter?
She was momentarily distracted, trying to think about the difference between the two.
Her face felt slightly cool. She focused her eyes again and looked down, only to see his hand on her cheek. He then brushed aside the stray hairs and placed his hand on her earlobe, wiping away the half-splatter of blood above.
He continued, “But you must remember, you are my sword. Wherever I look, that is your battlefield. Likewise… wherever I am, that is where you belong, isn’t it?”
The city is great, because I'm here.
If you like it here, I won't leave.
After speaking, he quietly looked at Lin Feiran.
The unspoken meaning was fully expressed in those emerald green and shimmering eyes.
"Now, can you wait for me outside the boundary? Forcibly cutting off the pill's refining process doesn't look good, and I don't want you to stay here."
Lin Feiran lowered his eyes and composed himself, pulling himself out of the shock. After regaining his composure, he still shook his head.
"As you said, since this is your last chance, you shouldn't give it up."
The pills made from this Cloud Soul Rain Spirit Grass are meant to cure ailments. If you could refine them, might they be able to control the effects of this incantation on you?
Ru Xian's hand remained on her head, but moved from her earlobe to the back of her neck, her gaze slowly sweeping over the wandering incantations around her.
"This incantation is not sophisticated; it can only have an effect. If the symptoms improve, it will naturally stop working on me. However, when the symptoms flare up, I cannot use my spiritual power, making it difficult to refine."
Lin Feiran withdrew his hand, tapped three points on his lower back to temporarily stop the pill from being sucked back, and said seriously.
"If it cannot be used, take it from me."
She raised her hand, spun her palm, and the yin-yang fish burst out of its socket and leaped into it.
“We have a contract to command demons, but our roles are reversed; the demon commands the human. As the master, you can draw spiritual power from me.”
The current edict on commanding demons has been revised several times by predecessors. Although it is not as domineering as it was in ancient times, it still retains many of the effects that are considered dross.
One of them is drawing upon spiritual energy.
In ancient times, the edicts for commanding demons allowed the emperor to draw upon spiritual power at will, and the demons could not resist. But now, however, the emperor's consent is required.
Ru Xian tilted her head slightly to look at her: "You think I can just take whatever I want from you? Aren't you afraid I'll drain you dry?"
Lin Feiran didn't care, his gaze clear: "You once said that my spiritual veins are different from ordinary people, like a deep valley, but it is difficult to retain spiritual power. Since most of it will dissipate anyway, I might as well transfer it to you to refine pills."
Ru Xian's eyes darkened slightly. He changed from a cross-legged position to a kneeling one, leaned down and stroked the back of her neck, and asked softly, "Drawing spiritual energy is no small matter. Do you know how to 'agree'?"
Lin Feiran was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I've read about it in a book."
Strange incantations lingered all around, and occasional glimmers of light shone on their faces, creating a bizarre and fantastical scene.
For cultivators, spiritual power is equivalent to a part of the body. To hand it over requires complete trust and willingness. Lin Feiran originally thought that trust in one's heart was enough, but when she saw the description in the book, she couldn't help but be a little surprised.
She had suspected that it wasn't a proper book.
But only this book mentions "agreement," and given the urgency of the situation, it's best to do it as soon as possible; there's no room for other attempts.
So she sat up stiffly, and under his gaze that was hard to describe, she took his hand and leaned over.
I felt a small patch of warmth and softness on the back of my hand.
Lin Feiran couldn't understand why he "agreed" to kiss the back of her hand, but he felt there was a lingering lecherous undertone to it.
She raised her eyes, wiping his hand with her sleeve as she spoke the line from the book.
"I am willing to lend my spiritual power."
The next moment, a thin, almost imperceptible spiritual line extended from her index finger, passing through her black fish, then leading into her white fish, converging to form the shape of Yin and Yang Tai Chi, and finally connecting to the tip of her finger like a hailstone.
"It really works!"
Lin Feiran's eyes lit up with joy as she looked up, only to be suddenly met with a dense, lush green expanse.
Ru Xian was looking down at her, his eyes seemed to be veiled by a thin layer of mist, the corners of his eyes slightly red, a seductive look, yet his face appeared quite open and honest.
He didn't mind her seeing that expression.
Upon closer inspection, the surrounding cold fragrance intensifies, like an overwhelming blanket of snow and plum blossoms pressing down, attempting to engulf her, even causing a slight dizziness.
Lin Feiran subconsciously let go of his hand, but he immediately grabbed her wrist again. As they looked at each other, she was about to speak when she saw him simply look away, his throat move slightly, and he said softly.
"Why are you hiding? I'm just taking your pulse."
“You’ve always been in good health, and after taking the medicine, you’re almost fully recovered.”
"Are you going to stay here with me, or go outside?"
Lin Feiran quickly stood up and nodded, saying, "I'll naturally go out to stall for time."
Ru Xian was not surprised. He raised his right hand and gently stroked the back of his hand.
Lin Feiran had wiped it there, and although she hadn't used much force, some red marks still appeared, like half a patch of rouge had been applied.
"King Qingping has been on the throne for a long time, and his cultivation method, the 'Seven Gods Record,' is quite strange. Among you, only Ping An's realm is comparable to his, but she is too particular about rules and might suffer a loss."
"You don't need to fight head-on. If anything unexpected happens, don't worry about refining the pills; just let me know."
"I see."
Lin Feiran nodded and was walking towards the boundary gate when he heard his voice again.
"You don't need to wipe it next time, you're too strong."
Lin Feiran stumbled, mumbled an apology, and then rushed towards the city gate.
She was really hard to figure out.
No matter what it is, Ru Xian does it with complete composure. He is a natural superior, and his subordinates are nothing more than pets that he can summon and dismiss at will. Out of a desire to maintain his dignity, he is willing to bring everyone under his command for protection, but no one can overstep his authority at will.
She was naturally included in the protection of those under his command.
But she is a little different.
She and he were old acquaintances, and according to him, the two of them had survived by working together. So, she owed him some favor.
In addition, she was the sword he personally selected, the one who went into the valley to find medicine for him. With the edict to command demons in hand, she was naturally more harmless to him than others, so it was normal for him to be willing to get closer to her.
Lin Feiran had never thought much about it before. Although she found some of her actions strange, she simply took it as a matter of local custom and did not delve into it. In addition, she was somewhat oblivious to matters of the heart, so at the time she was only focused on making her way through the Pilgrimage Valley.
Until the last time in the Bitter Sea Pool, when he was at his weakest, he did that thing, and even she, who was slow to notice, sensed something was wrong.
To be fair, he would never do that to anyone else.
But she was still a little confused.
In his eyes, was he a sword that needed to be honed, a fledgling bird that needed to be cared for, a harmless person who was approachable and somewhat endearing, or something else?
...
And what about him?
What does it mean to him?
Before she got together with Wei Changzai, it took her a long time to realize that she might have developed different feelings for him. But what about Ru Xian?
Lin Feiran had no answer in her mind for a moment.
Passing through layers of incantations, just as they were about to reach the city gate, a deafening roar erupted from there. Lin Feiran immediately composed himself, sped up, and leaped onto the city wall.
"The Lord is currently safe, but it will likely take some more time. What is the current situation?"
She asked Xun Feifei and Qingzhu beside her.
Xun Feifei frowned and shook his head, saying, "Ping An can't beat him."
"Why are you so certain..."
Lin Feiran turned her gaze and fell silent, only to find that the two of them were limp, secretly leaning against the wall, with a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads.
What's wrong with you?
Xun Feifei pursed her lips and looked at her: "These runes also affect us. There are signs of sluggish spiritual energy, and it is very difficult to form hand seals. Don't you feel it?"
Lin Feiran raised his hand to form a hand seal, then looked up at the air and at the incantations: "Nothing is amiss."
“Those whose cultivation level is lower than ours are about to collapse to the ground…” Qingzhu’s lips were slightly pale as she moved closer to Lin Feiran, her steps unsteady. “Perhaps, these runes are only for the demon race.”
"careful!"
Lin Feiran immediately helped him up, then looked down and saw that most of the demons watching from afar below the high wall were lying on the ground, their faces pale.
Biqing leaned against Qiyu, holding the longbow only loosely. When she saw Qiyu looking at her, she gave a weak, faint smile.
Lin Feiran's eyelids twitched, and he immediately looked down. Ping An was holding the formation alone, seemingly without any abnormalities, but Lin Feiran had learned martial arts from her before, so how could he not see the difference?
She frowned slightly, her gaze slowly falling on Prince Qingping.
Qingzhu was very close to her, and with almost no effort, she could smell the unmistakable fragrance of cold plum blossoms.
His gaze shifted slightly, and he turned his head to look, just in time to see a wisp of spiritual energy emerging from her fingertip and spreading further into the distance.
The spiritual thread is as thin as a spider's silk, almost melting into the sunlight, and even upon close inspection, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect.
But he happens to be very familiar with it.
He was so familiar with it that he couldn't ignore it.
His gaze suddenly turned deep and calm as he silently looked at his junior sister, whom he had watched grow up since childhood.
Has she... formed a pact with someone?
Author's note: Just a kiss on the back of my hand and this happens, I don't dare think about the future (X)
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