77 Chapter 77
I still love you so much.
Jiang Qiye felt as if his body was being cut inch by inch by a knife while he was unconscious. The intense pain quickly woke him up, and his undergarments were already soaked with sweat.
He looked down and saw his wife lying on the bed, her face pale. Without saying a word, he immediately began to channel spiritual energy into her pulse points.
Hearing the commotion inside, Lingchuan, who was outside the hall, immediately came over. Seeing that the sect leader's fingertips were trembling as he was about to transfer spiritual energy, he immediately knelt down and advised, "Sect Leader! The madam's physical condition has not yet been determined. You must not rashly transfer spiritual energy into her!"
Jiang Qiye's movements suddenly stopped.
Seeing that he looked flustered and lost, and that his mind seemed unclear, Lingchuan quickly stepped forward and carefully helped him sit down on the edge of the bed.
"Sect Leader, your own breathing is already disordered. Why don't you close your eyes and regulate your breathing for a while? Master Zhen has already checked Madam's pulse and there is nothing seriously wrong."
Jiang Qiye has always been calm and composed, and is by no means the kind of person who panics in the face of adversity or tries to tough it out when he is ill.
Upon hearing this, he immediately composed himself, sat cross-legged, and began to regulate his breathing using a mental cultivation technique.
He had mastered the art of "Quiet Mind" to perfection; in no time, his surging blood and qi gradually calmed down, and he became much more composed.
Once his breathing had stabilized, he slowly raised his hand, waved it at Lingchuan, and said in a hoarse voice, "My lady destroyed the cultivation I personally taught her. From now on, I will cultivate with her whole heart, and in this life, I will never change or regret it."
Lingchuan roughly understood what was going on. Since the sect leader was alright, he decided to let him handle his personal matters.
After everyone left, Jiang Qiye walked around the hall barefoot.
He had always known that when he converted her and stripped her of her evil powers, he was not standing on any moral high ground.
Later, he transferred all his cultivation to her. No matter how foolish he was before, or what his reasons were, at least now that he was with her again, he didn't feel much guilt.
Now, for love, she has severed herself, and after one ordeal after another in the past six months, her body is probably riddled with holes. He simply cannot bear the thought of destroying her with his own strength.
Yes, I've been molded into this state by the very seeds I sowed myself.
If it is someone with whom you have no connection, there is still plenty of room for reconciliation.
They were husband and wife, each other's destiny. He loved her deeply, and she was also a devoted and stubborn woman.
The thing I feared most and felt most deeply has come to pass; seeing her self-destructive act filled me with despair.
Only the two of them remained in the bedchamber.
Jiang Qiye sat on the edge of the bed, her long hair falling over her shoulders, obscuring her eyebrows and eyes, and she looked haggard.
He slowly lay down, reached out his arm, and gently pulled Pei Xueyan into his embrace.
This took all night.
Pei Xueyan had already woken up. Even though she had made thorough preparations before crippling her cultivation, the void and excruciating pain from her severed meridians still left her weak all over, without even the strength to lift her hand.
Her beloved husband, in particular, had been in a daze for the past two days, and she hadn't felt him diligently cultivating at all. When she opened her eyes, she touched his face.
"Husband, what are you doing here? Aren't you practicing your martial arts?"
Upon hearing her voice, Jiang Qiye was on the verge of tears. He immediately sat up and, with trembling fingertips, tried to feel her pulse.
strangeness.
Although his pulse was weak and shallow, revealing the frailty of someone recovering from a long illness, the internal energy flowing within him was unusually stable and vigorous.
However, he could indeed sense that his cultivation level within her body had completely disappeared.
She lay in bed, looking at his haggard appearance, and secretly felt happy.
He used to always have a cool, aloof, and composed demeanor, but now he looks sickly, his eyes are full of weariness, and he has a fragile vulnerability that makes him seem like a young master who has lost his backbone.
Pei Xueyan let him take her pulse and said tenderly, "Husband, I'm fine. But even if I'm in unbearable pain, I'm not afraid. I can stay with you forever from now on."
He kept his head down and remained silent.
No matter how you take the pulse, it's stable, so there's nothing to worry about.
He examined her again and again, as if he couldn't believe his own senses.
In any case, she had become a weak mortal again. He knew the pain of losing her cultivation, being despised and looked down upon. She had to toughen her mind and suppress her pride.
She should have been a bright, flamboyant, and vibrant woman, the renowned Master Pei, how could she bear such an unbearable situation?
Seeing that he kept his head down and was so silent it was almost oppressive, Pei Xueyan sat up, touched his hair with her fingers, and coaxed him in a soft voice, "Good brother, don't be like this. If you're in pain, I'm in pain too. It's okay. From now on, I'll stick to you every day. That way, no one can bully me. Besides, I'm still the famous Master Pei, who is renowned throughout the martial arts world."
He kept his head down and didn't say anything.
After a long silence, Jiang Qiye uttered three words in a seemingly ambiguous manner: "I do."
Pei Xueyan was pondering whether to play the victim again to persuade him to go back to his cultivation in peace when she heard this and was taken aback. She looked at him in confusion and asked, "What are you willing to do?"
Jiang Qiye finally raised his head. His dark eyes, with fine red veins, and his cool, aloof face made him appear even more handsome and refined.
He said, "I want to give you half of my cultivation. I'm willing to do that."
Pei Xueyan stared at him blankly, shocked, stunned, and incredulous.
She never expected that even though he had severed his emotional ties and gone through so many twists and turns, he would still share his cultivation with her without hesitation, just like before.
He clearly said that no one would be foolish enough to give their entire life's cultivation to another person.
But for some reason, she felt no excitement or joy; instead, she was overwhelmed by a mix of emotion and bitterness.
Actually, she didn't want him to be so foolish.
Just like that foolish young man before, he was easily deceived by a few words and handed over everything he had.
Seeing her cry, Jiang Qiye pulled her into his arms: "We shouldn't have suffered so much, right?"
Whether it was a question or a statement, Pei Xueyan didn't know, but his tone of voice was becoming more and more like the old him.
No, he has always been himself, he has never changed, has he?
"My husband, I don't want you to pass on your skills to me. I want you to practice diligently so that I can stay by your side forever and no one can hurt me."
He shook his head: "I'm not trying to fool you. Once you've recovered a bit, I'll search through all the sect's records or ask my master for a way to share half of my cultivation with you. Then we can cultivate together and help you condense your core as soon as possible."
Seeing his serious expression, Pei Xueyan quickly waved her hands, anxiously saying, "No, no, no, brother, don't do anything foolish! If you force your cultivation to me, it will harm me!"
Why?
"Brother, I was born with an extremely yin constitution, right?"
She started rambling, pulling his hand to press it against her chest, where the soft, warm flesh exuded a woman's unique gentleness.
Is it sinister enough?
Startled, she quickly continued, "These past few months, my master forcibly transferred her cultivation to me. Her cultivation was cold and corrosive, already harmful to the body. Later, my cultivation was crippled and my body was severely injured. I also acquired extremely yang magic, so every time I practiced, I was in excruciating pain. Of course, I managed to suppress it and it got much better. Now, I feel uncomfortable all over. If you force me to continue, I will definitely go into a state of demonic possession and become a heartless female demon. What if... what if I end up as a womanizer again? That would be really bad."
What she said makes no sense.
Her cultivation and internal energy were repeatedly destroyed and then forcibly injected again. Anyone would find it unbearable, let alone a body like hers that had long since lost its core.
Pei Xueyan sat on his lap, her cheeks flushed, and said shyly in a soft voice, "From now on... from now on, just give me more yang energy."
Since she still had the energy to make these witty remarks, there probably wasn't a big problem.
Pei Xueyan didn't care what he thought.
During her rest days, she pretended to be weak and delicate, often snuggling into his arms and acting coquettishly, subtly urging him to cultivate diligently.
Then I secretly went and tried them all myself.
These stolen moments of leisure are truly blissful, like being in paradise!
She was living a comfortable and carefree life, but Jiang Qiye was preoccupied with worries.
When he severed his emotional ties in the past, he only regarded it as a bone that bound his cultivation, and that cutting it off would make him feel free.
Only now do I realize that the root of love doesn't grow on the body, but in the heart.
Two months ago, he had scoffed at his former self, saying that he had damaged his cultivation and hindered his path for the sake of romantic love, making him a complete fool.
Now, he gradually understands his state of mind back then. All his past actions were driven by emotion and were reasonable.
While he was still in a daze, a soft woman pressed against his back again, and she lowered her head and gently bit his back with her small teeth.
They're putting in more and more effort.
She held his clothes in her mouth and asked in a muffled voice, "Aren't you afraid of the pain?"
Jiang Qiye withdrew his spiritual power: "Your bites never hurt."
"Really?" Pei Xueyan perked up, biting him hard on the back, resting her chin on his shoulder, and asked again, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Pei Xueyan got excited. Okay, she started pretending again.
She bit her shoulder hard, sullenly moved in front of him, and bit her nose again.
Slightly out of breath, she sat on his lap: "I know you're not in pain. I don't have the strength to bite you. My dear husband, from now on you must love me well and never abandon me, okay?"
Jiang Qiye chuckled and hugged her like a doll.
"Alright. Then let's get married first."
Pei Xueyan thought that in this atmosphere he would say, "Let's do it once."
She was just pretending to be sick these past few days, but she's lively and energetic today. Didn't he realize that?
"Marriage? Oh, I see, you want me to wear a wedding dress, right? I've already prepared the wedding dress, I can wear it for you tonight!"
He smiled faintly and said, "It's not just the wedding dress. I want to hang red ribbons all over the ancient trees outside the palace, lay red carpets inside, buy some walnuts, peanuts, and red dates at the market, have the kitchen make some osmanthus cakes that you like, and prepare several jars of aged wine..."
"......"
Seriously? Are all men this jealous?
It's been so long since Li Guan's affair, are you still thinking about it?
“We’ve already been married several times and worn our wedding dresses twice, why bother with all this trouble?” she muttered, drawing circles on his chest with her hand.
Jiang Qiye held her close, his eyes lowered and he remained silent, looking somewhat aggrieved.
Okay, let it be.
The disciples of the Qingzong Sect have always kept their marriages very low-key. Most of them are couples who have been cultivating together for many years before they hold a simple wedding banquet.
This time, Jiang Qiye did everything himself.
Logically speaking, the bride and groom should not meet on the eve of their wedding, but the two of them didn't care about these rules. A day apart felt like three autumns, and they couldn't bear the pain of longing for each other.
So Pei Xueyan secretly returned.
The ancient tree outside the hall, which is as thick as two people can hug, is already covered with red ribbons swaying in the wind.
Upon entering the hall, he actually found that the entire hall had been carpeted.
In the center of the carpet were two brand-new futons.
These two cushions together look rather ambiguous.
Pei Xueyan immediately lay down, and it was indeed much more comfortable.
Hehe, the cushion is thicker now, so he can exert himself comfortably without his back getting chafed red.
She lay on the prayer mat, secretly amused, recalling her previous two marriages, both of which were driven by ulterior motives, and she had never experienced genuine happiness.
Looking at it today, getting married is indeed a joyous occasion.
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