Chapter 5, "In the Girl's Heart".
Hearing Wen Qingyin's beautiful voice, her heart trembled, and as if possessed, she carried him back.
Before leaving, the young boy with a vermilion mark on his forehead insisted on giving her a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills, muttering something under his breath.
But when she asked, "Little Immortal Lord, what happened on the mountain? Why is an array being set up?"
The boy simply waved his hand, telling her to get down the mountain as soon as possible and not to come back.
The heat on my neck grew increasingly intense, as if I were being cooked in a frying pan, and my whole body felt damp.
She took a straw hat from the basket of herbs that had been dragging down the mountain, covered her face with a veil, and then carried him to the clinic. Along the way, she felt the person on her back getting heavier and heavier, and her ankles felt as if they were tied with weights.
But she knew it wasn't that he had actually gotten heavier, but rather that her condition had worsened, and her body was about to give way. She didn't know if it was due to her injuries or some problem with the Snow Demon Core within her, but she could feel her spiritual energy surging and churning within her meridians.
She took out the Rejuvenation Pills the boy had given her, ate a few herself, and fed the rest to the people behind her.
They finally arrived at the clinic just before her vision went black. Only when she smelled the familiar scent of medicine did she feel relieved and collapse. The smell of blood on her body seemed to be diluted by the medicine.
In a daze, she saw the lotus seal. But this time, the man's golden eyes swept over her, and she looked down to see large patches of blood on her dress.
She saw him lower his eyes, sigh, and the lotus seal flashed, casting warm light spots onto her dress, completely erasing the bloodstains on her body.
He cleaned her up and then sent her back to the human world.
She suddenly remembered why she had been worshipping Buddha all this time.
One year, she risked her life to climb Mount Garan, intending to witness the last rain of her life there.
That day, in the hazy sunlight, she looked up at the Buddhist shrine, and vaguely saw the Buddhist monk with his eyes lowered, and beneath him, lotus seals rippled outwards, and he opened his eyes, casting a compassionate glance at her.
He said he would cross her river, risking thousands of years and using all his strength.
She miraculously survived and has lived on to this day.
"Little girl, you're awake."
A voice seemed to vibrate in her hazy mind, pulling her back to reality.
She thought for a while before realizing whose voice it was.
It was Old Fang, who ran a clinic. He was one of the few people in the world who were kind to her.
"Where is the Immortal Lord..." Her voice was weak, but a fire was burning in her heart, and a restlessness spread throughout her body. The first person she thought of was the one she had carried back with great difficulty.
"Don't worry, you won't die for now. But you... why are you in such a serious condition this time? What exactly did you do to your cousin?" Seeing her thin and haggard appearance, Old Fang was quite disappointed in her. "You're in such a state yourself, yet you're still worried about others..."
Cousin? Her mind was still foggy.
Oh, I remember now.
Why did she go up the mountain to collect Buddha's Blossom Grass? It was because she needed money to rent a place and move out of her vampire-like uncle and aunt's house.
Why was she short of money? It was because her cousin had stolen all the money she was supposed to pay for rent.
So before going up the mountain, she couldn't help but teach her cousin a lesson and forced him, Ma Jianshan, to take a heart-breaking pill.
Why would Old Fang ask that question? It's because every time she couldn't help but teach those who bullied her a lesson, she would fall seriously ill, and a few times she almost died.
"I've gathered the herbs, everything will be alright," she reassured habitually. "Don't worry, the more misfortunes I suffer, the longer I live."
"You should behave yourself lately. Even if others try to provoke you, you must endure it. Your life is more important," Old Fang said, setting the medicine bowl aside with concern.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. How is the Immortal Lord?" She picked up the medicine bowl, downed it in one gulp, licked her lips which were stained with bitterness, and asked again.
"This is rather troublesome... The demon core did save his life at first, but now he can't completely neutralize it. His high fever won't subside, and even if we feed him handfuls of Rejuvenation Pills, it will probably backfire, causing them to clash within his meridians and making him even weaker..."
"It's strange, but your body is actually able to neutralize that demon core..."
She lowered her eyes, looking at the pattern of the immortal flowers on the bedsheets. The man's hopeful gaze and the image of him begging her to take him home resurfaced in her mind, making her unconsciously think that if she had left him with those cultivators, his chances of survival might have been greater.
If he was a good person, then that kind-hearted boy would never have let him die like that.
"Then... what about my pills?" A chill ran through her fingertips as the warmth from the bedding gradually dissipated.
Upon hearing this, Old Fang looked up at her, his eyes filled with surprise.
"You mean... that won't do! What will you do if you give it to him?" His voice became agitated, and his objection was more jarring than ever before.
But she closed her eyes, unable to say anything, only murmuring, "What can I do? I brought him back; I can't abandon him. Given his condition, he won't last much longer..."
“But…” Old Fang’s voice trembled.
She looked up, her pupils brightening again, her tone becoming increasingly resolute: "Old Fang, perhaps if I save him, my illness will also improve? If I have to die because I saved him, then that is my fate. In this world, kindness is wrong, malice is wrong, jealousy is wrong, retaliation is wrong, everything I do is wrong... If I really die like that, isn't that my fate? Isn't that what Heaven wants to tell me?"
"But your mother..."
“But my mother also said that if you encounter someone in dire straits, you should do everything you can to help them.” She said each word carefully, her eyes clearer than ever before.
"I must save him. I can't just stand by and watch him die. I will live too; I won't just die like this."
Old Fang sighed, finally relenting. He knew he couldn't persuade her no matter what, because of her past experiences and because she was indeed that kind of person.
Once you've decided on something, you must do it no matter what.
That pill looked quite different from all the others; it shimmered with a dazzling luster, like a mermaid pearl from the seabed.
At the same time, it was also the last life-saving pill her mother left her.
When her mother was still alive, seeing her in such a state, she traveled a great distance to ask the immortal for the Pill of Dew. She knelt down with every step and kowtowed every three steps, even willing to exchange her own life for hers, and finally moved the immortal.
Now, I hear that the immortal master passed away a few years ago, and the Yanxi Pill has never seen the light of day again.
Now, as the pill slid down the young man's throat and he swallowed it with water, a look of pain still lingered between his brows.
She sat beside him and watched him swallow. She calmed down, as if the dust had settled.
It seemed that what he swallowed was neither one of the few belongings left by his mother, nor something that was related to her life.
For her, it was simply an act of kindness. Just a small act of assistance within her means.
She coughed softly, and seeing the young man's face turn flushed, she put down the medicine bowl in her hand, her face as white as porcelain, and went back to her room, where she fell into a deep sleep.
She wouldn't be going home today. She felt very cold. She didn't want to stay in the woodshed today. The bed there was too hard, and she was too thin; it hurt.
She lay there for a day.
The next morning, although she was not fully recovered, she was able to walk because she had neutralized the demon core. She politely declined Old Master Fang's offer and insisted on going to the herbal medicine shop to deliver the Buddha's Fall Grass.
Buddha's Fall Grass withers easily; two days is its limit.
She then received a substantial reward.
However, compared to the money Ma Jianshan spent, it was far from enough, not to mention that she had to hand over a portion of the money she received to her aunt, sometimes even a large sum.
It was then that she realized that since she could no longer afford to rent a house, she had to go back.
She gave a portion of the money to Old Fang as medical expenses for herself and the Immortal Lord.
Then I returned to that familiar door.
She pushed open the door, only to be met with a torrent of dark green water. No matter how quickly she dodged, she was still hit by the water, and a patch of green stained her clothes.
At this moment, Ma Jianshan's voice rang out: "You dare to come back! Let me tell you, I've completely neutralized your so-called 'heartbreak pill,' and I've also told our parents everything about your despicable behavior. You'd better pack your bags and get out!"
She stood there, the herbal juice dripping slowly from the hem of her dress, gradually wearing down her patience.
"Unlocked? Who unlocked it for you? Don't you know that kind of thing can't be completely unlocked?" Her words were laced with a somber tone. She had absolutely no patience left to deal with Ma Jianshan, but things always seemed to go against her wishes.
"Do you think you're the only one in the world who understands these things? Let me tell you, if you can develop this kind of thing, then naturally someone else can develop an antidote! You don't even need an antidote; that Immortal Lord just cured me directly! In front of a true Immortal Lord, what are you?" Ma Jianshan's tone grew increasingly intense, like a swollen pufferfish.
She closed her eyes, feeling somewhat tired, when a strong killing intent suddenly surged within her, and a cold, pale blue halo appeared in her pupils that she herself could not perceive.
She raised her hand and made a feint, and Ma Jianshan was about to fall to the ground.
This is one of the few things she can do without using talismans when she enters the Qi Refining stage.
Ma Jianshan subconsciously closed his eyes to face the pain.
But the pain did not come.
She looked up.
A smiling young man stood not far behind Ma Jianshan. The crimson tattoo on his forehead was full and radiant.
The long sword in his hand was not drawn, but it was held horizontally against Ma Jianshan's fat body, making him stand up again.
It was the boy she met on her way down the mountain. He was also the boy who gave her a bottle of rejuvenating pills.
It seems that the immortal who cured Ma Jianshan of the intestinal-breaking pill must also be him.
She suddenly smiled. That makes sense, if it were this boy.
Ma Jianshan only needed to fabricate some stories, embellish them, and preferably add a few tears, and the young boy would naturally believe them.
"Girl, we meet again." The young man seemed somewhat surprised, as if he wasn't the one who had opposed her and helped Ma Jianshan up just now.
She replied with a smile, "What a coincidence. Why isn't the Immortal Lord guarding the mountain?"
The young boy crossed Majian Mountain and started talking to her: "Miss, you don't know, but after you left, what we were supposed to guard also disappeared."
"What is that?"
Before the young boy could speak, another voice was heard: "Don't you know, young lady?"
It was that handsome young man with thick eyebrows.
She pondered for a moment, then said, "I don't know. But if it's the immortal lord I brought back, I can't say for sure, but I don't think I have anything you two want on me."
A note from the author:
Frustration keeps piling up until I'm completely fed up~ [doge emoji][pill]
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