Chapter 4: He's actually sick?
The atmosphere became awkward, and Yang Shen's face turned extremely ugly. He had thought that by bringing up the reputation of the Tianfeng Sect, the other party would at least give him some face, but he did not expect to be embarrassed in public.
"Hehe...then let's continue the bidding!" The host, Ling Song, smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Private room number one has bid 100,000 spirit stones. Is there anyone who can bid higher?"
"One hundred thousand spirit stones per time!"
"Ten thousand spirit stones twice!"
"100,000 spirit stones three times! Congratulations to the VIP in private room number one for winning the auction item!"
At this moment, Bai Ruoqian was unusually quiet, only looking thoughtfully at the private room on the second floor. She pushed Yang Shen aside and the two of them quickly walked out.
"Junior Sister!"
"Wait for us!"
"Hahahaha!" Ye Luo felt a surge of secret pleasure. He became even more curious about who was in the private room, that they could make the female lead suffer such a setback.
He tiptoed to look, but could only vaguely see some figures through the gaps in the openwork lattice.
The private room was filled with the aroma of tea.
A silver-haired man leaned back in his seat, dressed in a black robe with gold trim. He was tall and imposing, with a bronze complexion and distinct, deep-set features. His dark golden eyes revealed indifference and aloofness.
Suddenly, a hint of pain and impatience appeared on his expressionless face. He clutched his forehead in discomfort and let out a few low, labored breaths.
"Your Excellency, are you alright?"
"It's alright. Go and fetch the cultivation manual, and then we'll return to the Dragon Lord Palace."
"yes!"
The two subordinates bowed and left the private room. Jun Yi opened his deep eyes. He had been practicing that damned Azure Dragon Technique, but unexpectedly, something went wrong. He almost lost control of his violent spiritual energy and exploded, causing him to suffer from splitting headaches every day...
"Hopefully this technique will be of some use."
Suddenly, he caught a whiff of floral fragrance, a fresh and delicate scent that soothed his agitated emotions.
Lotus fragrance?
It smells so good...
Suddenly, the fragrance disappeared. Jun Yi opened his eyes abruptly and used his divine sense to search the entire auction house, but there was no trace of it left.
At this moment, the door to the private room opened, and two men in black walked in, bowing and saying, "Your Excellency, your subordinates have obtained the cultivation manual."
"Your Excellency?"
Jun Yi then came to his senses and said, "Okay, let's go."
On the street.
Cen Feng was still immersed in the excitement of the auction, while Ye Luo was exhausted. "Fifth Senior Brother, could you find an inn? I want to sleep..."
"Stop sleeping! Get up! The black market is about to open, we need to get there right now!"
"..."
Ye Luo plopped down under the eaves, saying weakly, "Go ahead, I'll just lie here and wait for you. I'm sleepy, I'm tired, I'm going to die..."
Seeing his tired face, Cen Feng could only shake his head helplessly and find him an inn.
"You go to sleep, I'm leaving." Cen Feng still wouldn't give up, asking, "You're really not going?"
"Hmm..." Ye Luo collapsed onto the bed, closed her eyes, responded with a soft sound, and fell fast asleep.
Cen Feng sighed softly, "You're so young, how come you have no energy at all..."
In a daze, Ye Luo heard the creak of the door closing, and drowsiness quickly overwhelmed her as she drifted off to sleep.
late at night.
The spring chill lingered, and the pale moonlight poured down.
A figure slipped in through the window and stood silently in front of Ye Luo's bed.
His eyes were bloodshot and his nostrils flared as he slowly bent down, like a wild beast on the hunt, afraid of startling his prey.
"Ugh..." Ye Luo didn't sleep well. The low fever made him toss and turn in bed, completely unaware of the impending danger.
...
Jun Yi reached out and embraced the sleeping man, his high nose touching the back of his unsuspecting neck, greedily absorbing the calming scent.
But he still felt it wasn't enough, and his pupils grew even more crimson...
After a long while, Jun Yi regained his senses and his headache gradually subsided. Only then did he realize that he was holding a soft and sweet-smelling young boy in his arms.
"What's going on?" The lingering sweet and metallic taste in his mouth left him utterly astonished.
"I drank his blood?"
Suddenly, the person in his arms began to writhe and sob.
Jun Yi touched his forehead and found that he was burning up with fever and his inner clothes were soaked with sweat. "You're actually sick?"
He found it incredible that cultivators, whose bodies are supposed to be immune to all diseases, could still get sick.
This was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.
After examining the spiritual veins, they discovered that he was only at the first level of Qi Refining, which was no different from that of an ordinary person. No wonder his physique was so weak.
Ye Luo opened his eyes groggily, his head still spinning and he couldn't quite figure out where he was, but he instinctively knew his situation.
Sure enough, he couldn't escape the fever; what was bound to happen, happened.
Having inexplicably arrived in this strange world, countless negative emotions such as fear, unease, and confusion erupted within me.
Ye Luo curled up and began to sob, tears streaming down her face, soaking Jun Yi's clothes.
Seeing this, Jun Yi's face showed a rare panic. He awkwardly patted the frail boy in front of him, "You, you don't cry... I'll find a doctor for you."
Moonlight streamed in through the window. Ye Luo, still half-asleep, searched for the source of the sound. By the faint moonlight, he looked up at the man before him, unable to distinguish between reality and a dream.
A pair of golden eyes seemed to show concern, and long silver hair cascaded down his broad shoulders, covering his body.
A faint, cool fragrance lingers on the hair.
Ye Luo couldn't help but sniff the tip of her nose.
It smells so good.
Ye Luo nestled into his arms, rubbing her face contentedly against his chest, "Hug me..."
This sudden action left Jun Yi stunned for a moment.
Reason told him he had to push the man away, but he held on tightly.
Jun Yi's itchy throat bobbed a few times. He couldn't help but press his itchy teeth against his mouth, took out a pill from his storage ring, and said in a hoarse voice, "Open your mouth quickly and eat this pill!"
"I don't want medicine... I want candy..."
"Tsk, so delicate!"
Jun Yi frowned, grabbed his chin, stuffed the pill into his mouth, then quickly lifted his chin and said, "This pill is mild, you should be fine after taking it, and it can also increase your spiritual power."
"Hmph!" Ye Luo's misty eyes revealed her grievance as she mumbled, "You big alpha jerk!"
The coquettish tone made Jun Yi's heart skip a beat. Ever since he met this person, he had felt that she had become abnormal in various ways...
Could it be!
A cold glint flashed in his golden eyes as he grabbed the man's neck and roared, "How dare you use your seductive arts on me! Who exactly are you?"
Caught off guard, Ye Luo was choked and struggled uncomfortably, "Cough cough... Let go!"
The disparity in strength was already significant, and coupled with his overall weakness and lack of energy, his struggles were like an ant trying to shake a tree; he almost fainted after only a few attempts.
Jun Yi felt his breathing weaken and suddenly his heart trembled. He subconsciously let go of his hand.
"Cough cough cough—"
Ye Luo curled up in bed, greedily breathing in the air, and her drowsy mind began to clear up a bit.
Looking at the strange man before him, fear gripped him, and he shuffled further back into the bed. "Who are you? Why are you in my room? Why are you trying to kill me?!"
"This Lord—" Jun Yi choked on his words, as if he was indeed in the wrong. Just as he was thinking about how to respond, a lot of sneaky people suddenly came in from outside the door.
"It seems to be this room."
"Yeah, it seems to be coming from this room. The smell is making me excited."
"Why don't we go in and take a look? Maybe it's some pretty female cultivator who deliberately lured us here?"
"hey-hey!"
Ye Luo naturally heard it too, and curled up in the blanket, trembling, "Don't come in...no..."
Looking at him like this, Jun Yi wondered if he had also encountered a problem during his training.
"You're a disciple of the demonic path? And you've even practiced seductive arts?"
Ye Luo didn't answer him, but curled up in the blankets, while the people outside seemed even more eager to make their move.
Jun Yi's golden eyes darkened, and he clenched his teeth impatiently as a violent emotion surged within him.
At this moment, the door was pushed open. Jun Yi's eyes turned cold and his face darkened. He suddenly waved his sleeve, and a powerful spiritual force sent the person who had entered flying. The person crashed into something outside with a loud bang.
"roll!"
The domineering aura and pressure startled the cultivators outside, who scrambled away, and silence returned to the outside.
Hearing muffled sobbing from under the covers, Jun Yi went over and pulled him out, saying with a look of disgust, "What kind of behavior is this, a grown man crying like this!"
"Waaaaah... I'm not a grown man... I'm an omega... I didn't want this either..."
OMG?
What is that?
Jun Yi sighed, too lazy to think about it anymore, "So what do you want now?"
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