Chapter 56: Dual Cultivation Recovery: The cold back pressed against the burning chest...
A picture appeared in Xie Yunqing's mind, and an uncontrollable violence suddenly rushed into his heart. Jealousy made the corners of his eyes red, and his aura became unstable.
The inside of her head kept screaming: No, he won't allow it! No one in the world can touch her.
But when his rationality began to return, he reluctantly let go of Shen Wenji's hand, which he had been holding tightly.
In the end, he just grasped the empty air greedily.
"I will definitely succeed in suppressing the magic power." Xie Yunqing clenched his fists, his nails dug into his palms, blood flowed out, but he was completely unaware.
Elder Zhang raised his eyebrows and said noncommittally, "If you..."
"What if I don't succeed?" Xie Yunqing spoke first. His Adam's apple rolled violently, his voice was extremely hoarse. His eyelashes trembled as he spoke slowly, "Then let's do as the senior said."
"As long as I can save her, I have no complaints."
He loosened his clenched hands, and blood flowed down his fingertips, dripping into the spring water, creating ripples.
Elder Zhang glanced at him and snorted, "You are quite generous."
Xie Yunqing's lips curled up into a bitter arc: "I'm not generous, I just don't want to lose her."
A myriad of emotions choked in his throat, ultimately fading into a sigh: "Compared to her life, my little selfish motive... is nothing?"
Xie Yunqing walked out of the Yangling Spring, dragged his stiff body, and knelt down beside the spring with a "thump".
He looked up at the shadowy figure of Elder Zhang, nearly prostrating himself on the ground with the weight of agony. His tone was filled with pleading, "Senior, please give me a chance... I will definitely succeed. Please believe in me."
He would never give the chance to save her to anyone else.
Elder Zhang looked at his stubborn expression, finally sighed, and warned him, "Forget it. This technique is extremely painful, like pulling out tendons and removing bones, refining your soul and tempering your spirit. You must guard the last bit of clarity of your spiritual consciousness. If you are taken over by demonic energy and demonic forces during the process of practicing the technique, you will be doomed, and even gods cannot save you."
She raised her hand, injected the mantra and runes of the suppression spell into his sea of consciousness, and explained it briefly.
"This technique requires one's own essence and blood as a guide, forcibly compressing the demonic energy and sealing it deep within the dantian. During this process, the body will be torn apart by two forces, so just bear with it."
"Thank you, senior." Xie Yunqing kowtowed without hesitation.
Before the shadow dissipated, Elder Zhang left behind a bottle of Heart Protecting Pills: "If you really can't hold on any longer, take this pill to temporarily stop the pain. Don't try to hold on any longer."
Xie Yunqing stuffed the Heart Protecting Pill into the storage ring, turned around and placed Shen Wenji by the spring, letting her half lean against the Runshi shrouded in spiritual mist, setting up a protective barrier for her to ensure that she would not be affected.
Then, he stepped back a few steps and sat cross-legged in the spring. A rune pattern appeared on his forehead. His hands flew rapidly, forming one hand seal after another, which gradually gathered into a formation.
Next, you should use your essence and blood to start the formation.
Xie Yunqing took a deep breath, bit his fingertips, and blood dripped onto the rune array eye that emerged in front of him. The dark red light spread out and enveloped him.
Spiritual power is surging around, the spells are running non-stop, and the magic has been activated.
"Ah!" A tearing pain came from his dantian, and a shrill howl burst out from his throat uncontrollably.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
Visible black and red auras were rushing wildly on his body, as if they were about to break out.
These two auras are the annoyed demonic energy and demonic power, and they want to break free from their restraints at all costs.
However, the existence of the magic is like an invisible chain, nailing them tightly and pulling them deep into the dantian.
It felt like countless living creatures were moving and biting under Xie Yunqing's skin, his meridians were dilated and twisted, and veins on his forehead were bulging.
He was fighting for his life against his own strength, and this kind of pain was far worse than any external torture.
But he was afraid of disturbing Shen Wenji, afraid that she would worry about him. Except for the first sound, he had been gritting his teeth and enduring it silently.
His eyes fell on Shen Wenji's pale face. Just looking at her gave Xie Yunqing tremendous energy, allowing him to withstand wave after wave of severe pain.
He even did not hesitate to gather spiritual power with his fingertips again, constantly making hand gestures to strengthen the seal.
Blood oozed from his clenched teeth, mixed into the spring water, and spread out in sad and beautiful ripples.
He didn't stop.
There was only one thought in his mind: save her, he had to save her.
Time seemed to be stretched, and every breath was like rolling on the edge of a knife.
The strength in his body was stretched to its limit, and Xie Yunqing's flesh seemed unable to bear it. Fine black cracks began to appear, like the lines of broken porcelain, spreading from his heart to his limbs.
He was shaking with pain and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
After an unknown amount of time, the two ferocious demonic auras and demonic powers finally stopped their desperate resistance and temporarily calmed down in the body.
Xie Yunqing took advantage of the victory and pressed them back deep into his dantian. As the last trace of demonic energy disappeared, the black cracks on his body surface finally stopped spreading.
The severe pain receded like a tide, and at this moment, what flowed through his body was the clear and pure original spiritual power that he had when he first started practicing Taoism.
Xie Yunqing couldn't help but gasp violently, and fell forward exhausted. He supported himself on the stone wall beside the spring with his hands and barely managed to steady himself.
The rippling water reflected his appearance at the moment.
Countless spider-web-like black cracks spread across the originally smooth skin, appearing strange and hideous, climbing all the way up to the side of the neck and even extending to half of the cheek.
Xie Yunqing gently raised his hand and touched the black cracks on his face. He felt nothing, no pain or itching, like a scar left after healing.
It just looks a bit scary, like a porcelain doll that has been broken into pieces and then glued together.
So this is what Elder Zhang said. I wonder what the side effects are?
It was much better than he had imagined. It seemed that he was lucky, at least his life was safe.
Xie Yunqing supported himself and climbed up, staggered to Shen Wenji's side, gently held her hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wenji, I did it, I can save you."
Elder Zhang's spiritual consciousness had been continuously observing the back mountain of the Hehuan Sect. She was the first to notice the disappearance of the demonic aura. She immediately summoned the phantom again through the sound transmission talisman and asked in surprise, "Did it work?"
Xie Yunqing nodded, holding Shen Wenji and immersed him in the Yangling Spring.
His peripheral vision swept across the shadow of Elder Zhang, and he spoke softly, "Senior, I want to handle the next matter myself. Please step aside for the moment."
Elder Zhang was silent for a moment, and finally relented: "Okay, I'll stay at the Hehuan Sect and send a message if there's anything."
The shadow dissipated, leaving only the two people hugging each other in the spring.
Pain flashed across Xie Yunqing's eyes. He carefully reached out his hand, and with trembling fingertips he brushed away the wet hair on her cheek.
The warm spring water enveloped the two of them. He rubbed her cheek and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "Wen Ji, don't be afraid, we will succeed."
He removed the single piece of clothing on Shen Wenji's body, allowing her skin to completely contact the water of the Yangling Spring so that she could absorb more spiritual power.
Then he turned her body around and slowly embraced her from behind, letting her cold back touch his hot chest.
The moment their skin touched, their sea of consciousness also began to connect.
He could feel the spiritual energy in her body drying up, like a wasteland ravaged by a strong wind.
We can't delay any longer.
Xie Yunqing lowered his head, and gently pressed his thin lips against the back of her neck. With a soothing look, he kissed her bloodless lips little by little.
At the same time, he formed seals with his hands and gently placed them on her Dantian Qi Hai.
The purest spiritual power flowed in from his lips and palms, extremely gently, like a spring breeze and rain, silently seeping into her dry meridians.
But spiritual power alone was not enough, and a suppressed low moan escaped from his throat.
The pure Yuan Yang Qi, along with the water from the Yangling Spring, flowed into Shen Wenji's body, transforming into the most delicate and warm spiritual power threads, slowly repairing her spiritual roots that were on the verge of breaking and stabilizing her scattered origin.
This is an extremely slow and mentally exhausting process.
Xie Yunqing closed his eyes and concentrated his attention, guiding his own spiritual energy to intertwine with her faint breath, entangled with each other, and sink into deep depravity.
The spiritual mist of the spring water was so thick that it could not be dissolved. It enveloped the two people hugging each other, blurring their figures and leaving only the sound of their intertwined breathing.
The faint glow of spiritual power flows faintly in the mist, adding a touch of beauty.
The black cracks on Xie Yunqing's body were slightly hot due to the massive consumption of spiritual power, causing bursts of stabbing pain like needles, but he ignored it completely, and all his mind was focused on the person in his arms.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Wenji's cold body gradually warmed up, and his breathing, which was originally so weak that it was almost imperceptible, finally became clear and even.
The scattered spiritual roots in her body, nourished by the pure Yuan Yang Qi, not only stopped collapsing, but also became full of vigor. As she absorbed the spiritual power, her cultivation level also increased.
The Hehuan Sect's dual cultivation method proposed by Elder Zhang really worked wonders.
Xie Yunqing slowly withdrew a little, carefully explored her spiritual veins, and confirmed that they had initially stabilized. The previous continuous dissipation of spiritual power had also completely stopped. Only then did he let out a long, relieved sigh.
The extreme consumption of spiritual energy and the backlash of the previous secret technique made his vision go black.
But Xie Yunqing held on, carefully carried Shen Wenji out of the Yangling Spring, dried her body with a soft and dry spiritual towel, and changed her into clean clothes.
After doing all this, he looked at his blurry reflection in the water.
Those black cracks still lingered on his body, without disappearing at all, and even appeared darker and more hideous due to the consumption of spiritual power.
He absolutely couldn't let Shen Wenji wake up and see this... She would worry and ask questions.
Normally, magic will not last forever. When the magic that suppresses the demonic energy in the body loses its effect, the side effects it brings will also disappear.
Therefore, he might as well hide for a while and appear in front of Shen Wenji after he has completely recovered.
This current optimal solution has prevented him from making a decision, simply because he cannot turn around and leave.
He admitted that when Shen Wenji was unconscious, he just wanted to stay by her side all the time.
Xie Yunqing was silent for a moment, then came up with an idea. He took out a wide black robe that covered his neck tightly and wrapped himself in it.
He took out another black and gold evil ghost mask, which was a familiar symbol to the owner of Zuihua Tower.
He put the mask on his face, completely hiding his features.
The black cracks should no longer be visible now. Until the cracks disappear, he will stay with Shen Wenji as the owner of Zuihua Tower.
He picked up the still unconscious Shen Wenji and brought him back to Zuihua Tower from Hehuan Sect.
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In the private room of the west wing of Zuihua Tower.
Xie Yunqing gently placed Shen Wenji on the bed and carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt.
He stood beside the bed and looked at her deeply for a moment, his eyes full of tenderness.
Finally, he turned and walked outside, saying, "Come here."
"What instructions does the host have?" A dark shadow appeared silently.
"Prepare the finest spiritual food and soup, and find two careful and reliable maids." Xie Yunqing paused and added, "The girl inside is my guest, so take good care of her. If she wakes up, let me know immediately."
"Yes." The black shadow took the order and retreated.
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Author's words: Countdown to the reveal of Zuihualou's owner's identity [Spread flowers]
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