Chapter 26 Detoxification (1)
The morning light from Medicine King Valley filtered through the bamboo curtains, casting tiny specks of light on Li Lianhua's pale face. He awoke from his drowsiness, only to feel a lingering pain in his chest, as if countless tiny needles were piercing his heart.
"Awake?" Di Feisheng's voice came from beside the couch, hoarse from a sleepless night. He still maintained his training posture, his palm pressed against his back, and Beifeng Baiyang's internal energy slowly flowed in like a warm current.
Li Lianhua stared at him in a daze—Di Feisheng's eyes were bloodshot, his lips pale from exhaustion, and his black robe was stained with blood from yesterday's drug use. This disheveled appearance was a stark contrast to the usual aloof and aloof leader of the Golden Yuan Alliance.
"Why..." Li Lianhua turned her head away, her voice weak, "My body is so broken, it's not worth the leader's..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest! The Acacia Gu, as if enraged by his words, suddenly erupted. Li Lianhua curled up and convulsed, a painful sob escaping her throat.
"Li Xiangyi!" Di Feisheng hurriedly strengthened his internal energy, only to find that the poison had only become more potent. The Medicine King had said that this poison was connected to love; the deeper the knot, the greater the pain.
Seeing the person in his arms unconscious due to the pain, Di Feisheng's eyes flashed with determination. He suddenly bit his fingertip and pressed the gushing blood drop to Li Lianhua's lips.
"Drink it." The order could not be refused. "My blood is from the same source as Bai Yang's. Perhaps it can temporarily delay..."
Li Lianhua resisted and shook his head, but Di Feisheng grabbed his jaw and forced the blood into his mouth. The fishy-sweet liquid entered his throat, actually bringing a moment of relief.
Taking advantage of this gap, Di Feisheng suddenly tore open his lapel, revealing an old scar on his heart - it was left from the battle with Li Lianhua.
"The wound here hurts like a needle every time it rains." He took Li Lianhua's hand and pressed it on the hideous scar. "Do you know that I have never regretted it?"
Li Lianhua's fingertips trembled and she wanted to retract them, but they were held firmly.
"That day when I took the flowers from the cliff, I broke three ribs and all the meridians in my right arm were shattered." Di Feisheng said in a low voice, "But seeing the look in your eyes when you took the flowers, I felt it was worth it."
He guided the hand over the burn on his lip again. "This is from your drug use. The poison backfires like a raging fire, but if I think it can buy you a moment of peace, I'm happy to do it."
With each word, Li Lianhua's face paled. He knew all about these scars, but he had never imagined that there was such a thing behind them...
"You said that two men violated human ethics..." Di Feisheng suddenly laughed miserably, "But I, Di Feisheng, have fallen into your hands in this life, Li Xiangyi!"
He suddenly pressed Li Lianhua's hand against his chest, where his heart was beating like a drum: "Can't you feel it? Every time I see you, it beats like crazy! When I fight you, when I take flowers for you, even... when you stab me!"
Li Lianhua trembled violently, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. It turned out that what he thought was betrayal and hurt was actually...
"What enemy... what unworthy..." Di Feisheng's eyes were filled with blood and tears. "You need a telepathic connection to detoxify? Fine! I'll tell you now—"
He suddenly drew the dagger from his waist, and the sharp blade slashed across his palm, causing blood to gush out. Under Li Lianhua's horrified gaze, he dripped the blood into the teacup, raised it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.
"I swear by blood: I, Di Feisheng, have long since transcended friendship and harbored thoughts of rebellion against human ethics when I, Di Feisheng, spoke to Li Xiangyi. Heaven and earth bear witness to this feeling. If I lie even a single word, I will have my tendons and veins severed and my body torn to pieces!"
The blood oath resounded like thunder. Li Lianhua stared blankly at his bleeding hand, at the cup of blood-stained tea, at the desperate, mad love in his eyes...
The poison in his heart suddenly burned with a sharp pain! But this time, Li Lianhua didn't flinch. He reached out with a trembling hand, and his fingertips gently touched Di Feisheng's bleeding palm.
"So..." He burst into tears, but smiled with relief, "I've been hiding for so long... I've been afraid for so long..."
He suddenly took the blood tea and, under Di Feisheng's shocked gaze, he raised his head and drank the remaining blood. The blood tasted sweet and fishy, but it burned away all pretense like a raging fire.
"The sound of a flute..." He put down the teacup, his eyes shimmering yet incredibly clear. "I also have thoughts that go against human ethics... towards you."
The poison reached its peak at this moment, and the pain made him almost faint. But he smiled and held the other's hand, interlocking their fingers tightly.
"Since I can't hide..." He panted, his voice light but firm, "Then I won't hide."
Suddenly, a breeze picked up outside the window, dispersing the morning mist that filled the valley. Sunlight poured recklessly into the room, illuminating the clasped hands of the two men on the couch and the cup of tea on the ground, stained with their blood.
The lovesickness poison was still acting up, but this time, there was a secret sweetness amidst the pain.
Moonlight streamed silently through the hot spring valley, casting a hazy silver glow on the swirling steam. The springs gurgled, and the steam rose, as if cut off from the world, leaving only this humid and sweltering little world.
Li Lianhua soaked in the warm water, yet her body trembled uncontrollably. The poison from the green tea had penetrated her heart, a raging mixture of icy cold and searing pain threatening to tear apart what remained of her consciousness. Her long, inky hair clung wetly to her pale cheeks and neck. Her lips were bloodless, and only her furrowed brow and suppressed breathing betrayed her utter agony.
Di Feisheng, dressed in black, stood by the pool, his gaze fixed on the fragile figure in the water, his usually cold and hard features tensed. He knew time was running out, and without hesitation, he quickly shed his clothes and stepped into the hot spring, the warm water immediately washing over his sturdy frame.
He approached Li Lianhua, but the water temperature seemed unable to warm her icy skin. Di Feisheng reached out his hand, and his fingertips touched Li Lianhua's trembling shoulder. The cold touch made his heart shrink suddenly.
"Li Lianhua," he called out softly, his voice particularly deep due to tension. "The poison has penetrated into your bones. This is the only way to treat it."
Li Lianhua's sluggish eyes gathered a glimmer of light. He looked at Di Feisheng, a complex mix of emotions flashing across them—weakness, struggle, and a subtle hint of shame. He knew exactly what Di Feisheng meant by "this method," which required utter trust and commitment. Yet, at this moment, he had no choice, or perhaps... deep down, he wasn't completely resisting.
Di Feisheng said no more. His powerful arms wrapped around Li Lianhua's waist, pulling the limp man deeper into his embrace, pressing their bodies tightly together. The moment their skin touched, Li Lianhua's cold body instinctively sought Di Feisheng's scorching warmth, while Di Feisheng's heart ached even more at the sight of that cold fragility.
"Activate your inner energy and guide me." The sound of a flute whistled beside Li Lianhua's ear, its scorching breath burning his earlobe. He activated the Sad Wind Poplar Heart Technique, and the masculine and masculine inner energy surged from his dantian like a blazing torrent.
Li Lianhua closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling with moisture, and tried to gather his remaining internal energy. He felt Di Feisheng's palm against his vital point on the back of his heart. The powerful and warm power flowed into his almost frozen meridians with irresistible force, yet cautiously.
At first, the contact was tentative, his internal energy like a trickle trying to merge. But the green tea poison was extremely stubborn and attacked fiercely. Li Lianhua groaned in pain, and her body suddenly tensed.
"Relax..." Di Feisheng's voice, accompanied by suppressed gasps, held him tighter, almost seamlessly. He adjusted his internal energy, and an even more turbulent internal force surged out, but it was no longer a forced collision, but a deeper, more harmonious way, trying to blend with Li Lianhua's internal energy.
This required extreme control and trust. Di Feisheng lowered his head, resting his forehead against Li Lianhua's, their noses touching, their breaths mingling. The water rippled gently with their movements, making ambiguous sounds.
Li Lianhua felt the intensely yang energy no longer merely washing over him, but rather, in an almost intimate way, seeping through, entwining, and filling every spot in his meridians damaged and depleted by toxins. An unfamiliar, scorching sensation rose from deep within his dantian, echoing and gradually resonating with the internal energy carried by the flute's sound.
Di Feisheng sensed his inner energy responding, and with a firm resolve, she guided the intertwined internal energy through the eight extraordinary meridians. The process was both captivating and agonizing. The temperature at the point of contact between their skins rose, and it was no longer clear whether it was the water's warmth or his own. Fine droplets of water slid down between their tightly pressed skin, bringing with them waves of shudders.
Li Lianhua's consciousness was hazy, and he felt completely enveloped by a warm and powerful force. That force dispelled the chill poison that had corroded his bones, bringing him an unprecedented sense of security. He leaned weakly against Di Feisheng's solid chest, letting him take charge. Occasionally, a low moan escaped him, whether from the pain of detoxification or from the overly intimate contact.
Di Feisheng focused his inner energy, his gaze never leaving Li Lianhua's face. He watched his pale cheeks gradually turn crimson, his furrowed brows gradually soften, and his once weak breaths become rapid and warm, caressing the side of his neck. An indescribable throbbing surged within him, a throbbing intensity not only of the single-minded focus on saving him, but also of a deep pity and a long-suppressed yearning.
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