Chapter 55 055 I'm afraid you'll get more and more involved.
"What's up?"
"Let me apply the medicine for you." Feng Qingyu pushed open the door and entered: "That sword is poisoned and needs to be treated."
"I……"
Feng Qingyu said casually, "It's inconvenient for you to treat the injury on your back, so I'll help you. You shouldn't feel embarrassed, right?"
Jiang Yan smiled slightly, this little thing is no big deal.
She smiled at the person in front of her, her eyes narrowing, and said, "Thank you."
Feng Qingyu said calmly, "Take it off."
The two simple words startled the people outside.
Standing outside the window, Li Shu slightly tightened her grip on the medicine bottle in her hand and subconsciously turned her back to the window.
Lin Yun almost broke down the door.
The next second, a barrier descended from the sky, completely blocking him out... isolating him from the activity inside.
His emerald green snake eyes widened slightly. What was this damned old demon up to?!
He darted to the windowsill and saw Li Shu standing to the side holding medicine. Lin Yun gave him a rather unfriendly look.
Li Shu frowned slightly, placed the bottle of medicine next to Lin Yun, and said, "Leave the things here, I'm going back now."
Lin Yun originally intended to pick up the bottle of medicine and throw it, but a sound came from inside.
Although Feng Qingyu set up a barrier outside, it was no match for Lin Yun, who was determined to eavesdrop and spy.
Inside the room.
Jiang Yan removed her outer robe, inner garment, and inner garment, leaving her only in a scarlet undergarment.
"I'm ready, let's begin."
Feng Qingyu, who had her back to her, slowly turned around and saw her smooth shoulders, her long, dark hair cascading down like a waterfall, with a faint red ribbon and wounds that shimmered with dark red blood.
My heart skipped a beat for a moment.
Lin Yun, who was squatting by the window, raised his tail and poked the barrier, really wanting to break in!
But considering that he was still in his original form and it seemed he couldn't help her apply the medicine, he decided to give up.
Feng Qingyu paused for a moment, then casually picked up the clothes on the bed and used them to shield Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan was taken aback when she saw the clothes suddenly hanging in front of her; he was quite thoughtful.
Feng Qingyu raised her hand and gently brushed her long, black hair to one side. Several scars were no longer concealed, standing out starkly against her jade-like back.
He frowned slightly and began to treat her wounds.
Jiang Yan instinctively flinched, but the pain quickly disappeared.
She frowned and said, "You don't need to waste your spiritual power to relieve my pain. This little bit of pain will pass if you just bear with it."
"I'd like to."
"..."
Well, this 'little immortal lord' has always liked to do things his own way, but...
As if seeing through her concerns, he suddenly said, "This little bit of spiritual power will not affect my recovery progress, nor will it delay our agreement to break the contract."
Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's for the best!"
Feng Qingyu paused, thinking that she should really let her continue to suffer.
Despite thinking this way, the spiritual energy flowing through my fingertips never stopped.
He casually asked about the medicine warehouse that night. Jiang Yan felt that there were some things that needed to be known to them, so she told him the key points.
She frowned and asked, "What exactly is the Heavenly Heart Glazed Lamp?"
Feng Qingyu frowned: "It should be an ancient artifact. If an ordinary cultivator obtains it, he can quickly improve his level. Those at a high level can quickly become a deity. However, very few people have seen it."
Many people have heard of that kind of thing, but few have actually seen it. If Jiang Yan really had that thing, she wouldn't just be at the Golden Core stage now.
Therefore, Feng Qingyu did not believe that she would have the 'Heavenly Heart Glazed Lamp'.
He glanced at the Eternal Soul-Protecting Lamp that she had casually placed aside; the wick was clearly cracked.
Feng Qingyu frowned and said, "Your Ten Thousand Tribulations Soul-Protecting Lamp needs to be repaired as soon as possible, otherwise your soul may be scattered next time."
Jiang Yan asked in surprise, "This lamp... it has a soul? How am I supposed to fix it?"
She had always thought that once something was broken, it was broken; she never imagined it could be repaired.
“Ancient artifacts all possess their own souls, and are usually nourished by their owners’ blood. However, it seems that your lamp has not recognized a master.”
However, Jiang Yan could use it with ease, which was what Feng Qingyu couldn't understand the most. Generally, such magical artifacts would not obey commands unless they recognized a master.
After he finished applying the medicine, he frowned as he looked at the still somewhat shocking wounds.
With a wave of his hand, the streaks of light swept across the wounds, making them lighter but not completely disappearing. They turned into several thin red marks, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, cold and desolate.
An unprecedented emotion suddenly welled up inside him. He hadn't felt this way in many years, so he wasn't sure if that strange feeling was... pity.
The faint scent emanating from her seemed to intensify, and my heart began to race uncontrollably once again.
Before he could think it through, the mind-clearing mantra of 'Gongsun Jin' suddenly echoed in his mind.
Feng Qingyu composed herself, raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Immortal Lord's composure is getting weaker and weaker. How come you can't even handle this little scene? Your constant agitation makes me wonder if your divine position was obtained through donations of incense money?"
Gongsun Jin said in a clear, cold voice, "I was just afraid you would get too deeply involved, so I was trying to calm you down."
Feng Qingyu scoffed, "That's unnecessary."
"Feng Qingyu, you now reside in my body, and your every word and action represents me."
Feng Qingyu chuckled and retorted, "I haven't cultivated with her, why is the Immortal Lord so agitated?"
Gongsun Jin said coldly, "Even if you want to, I'm afraid she won't be willing. Everything she does is to break the contract as soon as possible and leave this place. You have been cultivating for so long, you should have realized long ago that all the tenderness is nothing but an illusion. Clinging to it will only cloud your Dao heart. Only by becoming a deity and proving the Dao as soon as possible will you not have wasted your years of hard work."
Feng Qingyu's gaze darkened slightly: "The righteous path in your eyes is not the same as my path. I know that the Immortal Lord is anxious to break the contract. Once I return to the Demon Emperor's Palace, I will grant your wish."
He paused for a moment, then seemed to speak unintentionally: "Since the Immortal Lord has already attained enlightenment, how could he not know that some tribulations are unavoidable? Whether they are illusions or bubbles, it is not important to me. A person like me has always believed only in the feelings of the present moment—what the mind thinks is the truth."
"Stubborn to the end!"
A mocking glint flashed in Feng Qingyu's eyes. He had been a demon for over five hundred years; it was none of anyone's business to tell him what to do. That little immortal lord had only endured one more tribulation of lightning than him, yet he dared to presume to boss him around?
Who in the Three Realms doesn't know that Feng Qingyu is an old stubborn man?
Feng Qingyu snapped out of her thoughts, raised her hand and pulled the clothes in front of Jiang Yan over to cover her back as well.
"alright."
With her back to him, Jiang Yan turned around, put on the sleeves of her outer garment, and then quickly put on an outer robe.
She turned to look at him and smiled, "Thank you, 'Little Immortal Lord'."
Feng Qingyu's gaze fell slightly on the wound on her chest, and she pursed her lips and said, "Apply the medicine and get some rest. I'll prepare breakfast for tomorrow."
"Um."
Feng Qingyu returned to his room, and Dongfang Chen pushed open his door with a "bang".
He scrambled over and asked, "Can you tell which sect her injuries belong to?"
"It has a demonic aura, but it's not You Li. They are very cautious in using poison, so we can't glean any useful information for now."
Dongfang Chen frowned and said, "Perhaps we can ask Li Shu."
Feng Qingyu remained silent.
After they moved into the Li residence, layer upon layer of barriers were added to the area outside the residence, as if to conceal something.
Just as Jiang Yan finished treating her wound, she heard a "thud" and something fell through the window...
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