Chapter 166 The Call of the Nether Grass
"Junior brother, be careful with your words." Yun Shen frowned and stopped him.
Then, he turned to Xiao Yu and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, this... is a strategy to attack our hearts."
"Your Highness, what should we do now?" Xuan Yi asked.
"The city defense camp is almost unable to suppress the situation. If this continues, I'm afraid there will be even greater civil unrest!"
"Xuan Yi."
"I'm here."
"Take one thousand Black Armored Soldiers and return to the city."
"Your Highness!" Xuan was shocked. "Then here..."
"I am here, that is enough."
"But Your Majesty, a thousand men are not enough! The people in the city are in a panic, and there is chaos everywhere..."
"Who said you were asked to go and quell the chaos?"
"I'm not asking you to catch those idiots who are being used as pawns."
"This king wants you to..."
"...I will expose those rats who are fanning the flames behind the scenes one by one."
"How?"
"Don't they like to incite?" Xiao Yu sneered, "Then you are even better at inciting than them."
"Take this king's decree and tell the people of the city."
"Let me tell you that I have already ascertained that this evil is the work of the remnants of the Wugu tribe, colluding with Prince Yu's rebels. They are attempting to overthrow the Great Yan Empire with their evil methods!"
"Tell them again that I will personally lead the army to wipe out the Western Mountain Demon School and restore order to the capital!"
"As for those..." A murderous look flashed in his eyes.
"...At this time of national crisis, those who dare to spread false propaganda, mislead the people, take advantage of the situation, and disturb the people's hearts..."
"One is enough."
"Hang their heads on the walls of East Market!"
The night was as dark as ink, covering the entire capital city.
The murderous atmosphere spread from the West Mountain all the way to the city, mixed with the smell of blood, making it hard to breathe.
Compared to the tense situation in the city that was about to explode, the Imperial Master's Mansion in the south of the city was so quiet that it seemed like another world.
The cool scent of agarwood flows slowly in the warm inner room, dispelling the bitterness of the medicinal herbs bit by bit.
On the bed, the small figure was sunken in the soft quilt, looking even thinner.
Ajiu has been in a coma for a whole day and night.
Her little face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood. Her long and curled eyelashes occasionally trembled uneasily, and her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if she was suffering great pain in her dream.
"Master Imperial Preceptor, the pulse of the young fortune teller is still the same as before, weak and intermittent." The old imperial physician with white hair and beard withdrew his hand and said to the man standing quietly beside him with a sad face.
"I've already used the most gentle method to strengthen the body's foundation and replenish the vital energy, but the medicinal power has been lost like a stone sinking into the ocean. It's… it's completely useless!"
"This cannot be cured by medicine or stone."
The person standing beside the bed was the Imperial Master Chu Xuanyi.
He was wearing a moon-white robe with wide sleeves, his black hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, he had a thin and slender figure, and his temperament was cold and otherworldly, as if he was not tainted by a trace of worldly fireworks.
At this moment, he was staring down at Ajiu lying on the bed, his eyes as deep as a cold pond, and his emotions were indistinguishable.
"Then...then what should we do?" The old imperial physician rubbed his hands anxiously. "This young divine fortune teller is a rare genius in the observatory, a rare talent that only appears once in a thousand years. If anything happens to us, I...I will die!"
Chu Xuanyi didn't say anything, just watched quietly.
"You go down first." Chu Xuanyi said lightly.
"Yes, yes." The old imperial physician wiped the sweat from his face and walked out as if he had been pardoned.
Silence returned to the inner room.
Only the candle flame occasionally made a slight "crackling" sound.
In the endless darkness and chaos, Ajiu's consciousness was floating up and down painfully.
So noisy...
It was as if an entire vegetable market was stuffed into my head, with countless voices screaming, wailing, and cursing.
it hurts……
All the limbs and bones seemed to be taken apart and reassembled again, and every inch of muscle and bone, every blood vessel, was clamoring in pain.
She wanted to struggle, but found herself trapped in a cold and sticky deep sea and could not float up no matter what.
Just when she was about to be completely devoured, a faint sound with the fragrance of grass and trees penetrated the layers of darkness and noise and gently fell into the depths of her consciousness.
The sound was very light and soft, like a clear spring in the mountains, or like a loving mother's humming.
It was...calling to her.
【……return……】
[…Poor child…]
[…Don’t give up…]
Ajiu's consciousness was like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, and he instinctively struggled to get closer to the source of the sound.
"Um……"
On the bed, the unconscious Ah Jiu let out an almost inaudible groan, and his tightly furrowed brows seemed to relax a little.
This tiny change did not escape Chu Xuanyi's eyes.
His gaze fell on Ajiu's slightly curled fingers, and his eyes moved slightly.
"Qingyun." He called softly.
A respectful response immediately came from outside the door: "Sir, I am here."
"Bring here the Netherworld Grass that the prince brought back from the West Mountain."
"yes."
Soon, a box carved entirely from the finest warm jade was carefully brought in.
The moment the jade box was opened, a strange and subtle fragrance instantly filled the entire room. The fragrance was cool and overbearing, and it even suppressed the original agarwood fragrance.
On the silk lining of the jade box, there lay quietly a small grass. It was completely black, but the edges of its leaves had tiny silver glimmers.
It has no roots, just lying there in the air, but it seems to have its own life, with a faint, visible black mist lingering around it.
This is the Nether Grass.
A spiritual creature that grows in an extremely dark place, it is said to be able to communicate with the underworld and comfort souls.
Xiao Yu discovered it outside the West Mountain Demon Xue. Knowing that it was a strange thing, he brought it back and handed it over to the Imperial Master's Mansion for safekeeping, which was the best at handling these rare treasures.
"Put it next to her bed." Chu Xuanyi ordered.
"yes."
Qingyun gently placed the jade box on the low table beside Ajiu's bed, just an arm's length away from her.
A magical scene happened.
The moment the Nether Grass approached, the black mist surrounding it seemed to have found its direction and slowly drifted towards Ajiu.
The black mist did not invade Ajiu's body, but gently enveloped her, forming a thin, constantly flowing protective layer.
At the same time, the voice in Ajiu's consciousness became clearer.
[…The girl of destiny should not die here…]
[…I will lend you my vitality and comfort your soul…]
The voice carried an ancient sigh, so gentle that it made people want to cry.
Ajiu felt that his cold and stiff body was as if soaked in a warm hot spring, and the heart-wrenching pain was being soothed bit by bit.
The noisy resentments in my mind were also slowly purified and dissipated by this gentle power.
In the endless darkness, the tiny, faintly glowing Nether Grass was generously transferring its power to her.
In exchange, a trace of the Heavenly Power in her body, which had gone out of control due to forced divination, leaked out and was quietly absorbed by the Nether Grass.
A wonderful balance was achieved between the two.
On the bed, Ajiu's tightly furrowed brows completely relaxed, and a faint blush miraculously appeared on his pale little face.
Her breathing, from being weak and rapid before, became steady and long.
Chu Xuanyi stretched out two slender fingers and placed them on Ajiu's wrist again.
This time, he clearly felt that the pulse, which was originally weak and about to disperse, although still weak, had become steady, strong and full of resilience.
Finally, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
This little girl can actually resonate with the Nether Grass?
The Nether Grass is extremely yin and evil. Ordinary people who get close to it will have their yang energy sucked away. However, not only was she fine, she was able to draw vitality from it to repair herself.
"Master Imperial Master..." Qing Yun was stunned as he watched from the side. He stammered, "What...what's going on?"
Chu Xuanyi withdrew his hand, his gaze fell back on Ajiu's peaceful sleeping face, and he parted his thin lips and uttered four words.
"God's chosen one."
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