The hall was still brightly lit by candles, and the copper basin was filled with the glow of fire, emitting waves of heat.
Rong Shu stared at Jiang Fei, who was smiling and asking her, "Are you still cold?" The light in her eyes was as bright as ever.
He wasn't cold, though; he didn't have human body temperature, not just human heat, but also human cold.
However... he never expected that Jiang Fei would go to such lengths to light so many candles over such a trivial matter. Moreover, she seemed to be really hot, her cheeks flushed from the heat.
"Lord Rong?" Jiang Fei called out softly when she saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Rong Shu remained silent, her expression unreadable.
He had to admit that he was somewhat relieved that he hadn't torn out her heart, turning her into a lifeless "medicinal herb."
After all, the feeling of someone doing something for you for no reason is far better than the feeling of asking for something in return.
"Lord Rong?" Jiang Fei paused, then waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Rong Shu?"
Rong Shu suddenly snapped back to his senses and opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Jiang Fei suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of his hand.
Rong Shu lowered her eyes slightly, feeling a warmth on the back of her hand, which was much more comfortable than the restless heat waves in the surrounding firelight.
"It's still cold," Jiang Fei murmured dejectedly.
Rong Shu smiled, her ponytail swaying slightly behind her: "Miss Jiang, you don't need to trouble yourself..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fei interrupted him, her eyes brightening slightly: "Go warm your hands?"
After saying that, she grabbed him and led him toward the copper basin.
Rong Shu raised an eyebrow and glanced at the hand that was holding hers; her palm was already covered in a layer of sweat.
He didn't say anything more.
Jiang Fei took his hand and led him to the copper basin, placing it beside the rising steam.
Rong Shu looked at the hand that was holding hers. Her hand was fair and well-proportioned, and it was slightly red and even a little hot from the heat.
His hands were always cold.
"It still doesn't seem to work..." Jiang Fei's eyes darkened, and she turned to look at Rong Shu, but was stunned when she saw the other's gaze. "What are you looking at?"
She followed his gaze, then took a deep breath and quickly released her grip on the back of his hand: "Sorry, I forgot to let go."
Rong Shu frowned slightly, her fingers paused, her hand was still warming itself by the copper plate, but she felt a sudden chill.
He casually withdrew his hand and turned to look at Jiang Fei: "I do know a method that works best."
Jiang Fei quickly looked at him: "What method?"
Rong Shu smiled and leaned closer to her, her ponytail falling on either side of her face. Her blue robe exuded a sense of pride as she said, word by word, "Human body temperature."
Jiang Fei was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant, and took a step back with her cheeks flushed red: "What nonsense are you talking about..."
Rong Shu straightened up and laughed out loud: "See, I told you but you didn't believe me."
After saying that, he headed towards the door.
"Rong Shu." Jiang Fei suddenly called out to him from behind.
Rong Shu turned her head to look at her, but did not respond.
"I'll always find another way," Jiang Fei said firmly.
Rong Shu looked at her serious expression and resolute gaze, the smile in his eyes paused slightly, and then he laughed even more happily: "Then I'll wait and see."
But the smile on Rong Shu's face gradually disappeared the moment she stepped out of the palace.
Jiang Fei, so full of vitality and without any sense of being a "medicinal herb" dependent on others, was surprisingly vivid to him.
Rong Shu shook his head; he really had gone mad.
Rong Shu's favorability rating: 40.
The next day.
In the magnificent palace of Qianjin Tower.
"How does this feel?" Jiang Fei looked at Rong Shu earnestly.
Rong Shu raised his eyebrows and looked at the incense burner in front of him, which was burning with mugwort leaves, while Jiang Fei was holding his hand on the incense burner to fumigate it.
I thought Jiang Fei was just talking yesterday. After all, there are countless rare treasures in Qianjin Tower, but there has never been any medicinal material that could allow him to be a human again.
Unexpectedly, she actually prepared a lot of items to ward off the cold.
For example, there were extra charcoal braziers in the palace, a hand warmer on the side, and mugwort leaves that she had brought from somewhere.
Rong Shu let her hold her hand and let it burn with mugwort, while casually playing with the priceless luminous pearl in her other hand, and casually shook her head: "I don't feel anything."
Jiang Fei frowned, touched his still-cold hand, pursed her lips, and took out a cloth bag.
Rong Shu glanced at it, then raised her eyes slightly.
If he remembered correctly, that was... human acupuncture?
Indeed, after spending more than ten years in the human realm, he lost his magic and even learned other skills.
Jiang Fei heated the silver needle with fire, then carefully inserted it into the acupoint between his thumb and index finger, rotating it as she asked, "Can you feel it?"
Rong Shu pondered for a moment, then nodded: "I've got it."
Jiang Fei asked in surprise, "Really?"
Rong Shu said slowly, "It hurts."
Jiang Fei: "..."
“And another thing,” Rong Shu casually pulled out the needle and tossed it aside, “your skills are lacking.” As soon as she finished speaking, a bead of blood oozed from the acupuncture site on her hand.
Jiang Fei's face flushed slightly. After a moment of silence, she said, "You wait here." Then she got up and walked out.
Rong Shu remained lazily seated, watching her figure disappear with great interest. He waited quietly, but after a while, when no one appeared, he finally said, "Someone come here."
The guard appeared quickly: "Master?"
"And her?"
"Miss Jiang is in the kitchen."
Rong Shu raised an eyebrow, becoming even more interested, and got up to walk towards the kitchen.
As soon as she approached the kitchen, she smelled a delicate fragrance, along with the aroma of cooking fires from the mortal realm. Watching the smoke rising from the kitchen, Rong Shu felt for a moment that her magnificent Qianjin Tower, which was admired throughout the three realms, had become just an ordinary house in the mortal world...
Jiang Fei was cooking porridge in the kitchen. His cheeks were flushed from the heat of the stove, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes were bright and serious.
Rong Shu narrowed her eyes.
Before long, Jiang Fei had ladled out the porridge. Turning around, she was taken aback when she saw Rong Shu at the door: "When did you arrive?"
Rong Shu looked at her: "Just now." Yeah, right.
Jiang Fei pursed her lips and handed him the porridge in her hand: "Why don't you try this one?"
Rong Shu looked at the still steaming congee and reached out to take it.
Jiang Fei suddenly withdrew, saying, "Wait, wait, it's still too hot to handle. You can drink it later." As she spoke, she blew on it a few times.
Rong Shu glanced at her still-cold hands, raised an eyebrow, and said nothing more.
Even though it was hot, he didn't feel anything, but she seemed to care a lot.
Jiang Fei handed the porridge to him only after it had cooled down.
Rong Shu looked at the white porridge. It had been too long since he had eaten human grains. It smelled quite good.
He tilted his head back and took a few sips.
Jiang Fei leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling, and asked, "How do you feel? Do you feel any warmth in your heart?"
Rong Shu pondered for a moment, then honestly replied, "I didn't feel anything."
Jiang Fei's eyes widened: "How could this be? This is a highly nourishing ginseng porridge."
Rong Shu paused: "Where did you get this ginseng?"
Just as Jiang Fei was about to speak, the guard came over, wiping the sweat from his brow: "Master, the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng is missing."
Rong Shu looked at Jiang Fei.
Jiang Fei blinked: "A ten-thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng? I saw it casually placed in a small hall and assumed it was just an ordinary ginseng..."
The guard beside her said, "Miss Jiang, that small hall is rich in spiritual energy and water, and was built specifically to cultivate thousand-year-old ginseng."
“That’s alright,” Rong Shu said slowly. “That ginseng is only worth 100,000 spirit stones, while Miss Jiang is much more valuable than that ginseng…”
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Jiang Fei staring at him with bright eyes and her ears burning red.
Rong Shu frowned slightly. Jiang Fei's extremely yin and cold constitution was indeed more valuable than that ginseng. In fact, if someone with a certain level of enlightenment possessed her current spiritual body, it wouldn't be impossible for them to cultivate into an immortal.
But when he met her gaze, he found it hard to speak.
That's so weird.
He cherished all the treasures in the building, but he would never be swayed by any treasure. For example, he ate the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng, and as long as he was happy, it didn't matter if he lost it.
But it's definitely not like this now; there's even a worry about whether it might hurt the feelings of the "medicinal herbs".
Finally, Rong Shu withdrew her gaze from her, turned and left, and did not appear in the building again for the rest of the day.
Jiang Fei chuckled as she looked at the fluctuating favorability rating above his head.
That night, Rong Shu did not return to the palace until nightfall.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the palace door was opened, a candlestick was seen on the table, and Jiang Fei, who was sitting at the table waiting, was dozing off.
Rong Shu looked at the woman in the candlelight, her brows furrowed, her thoughts, which had just settled, becoming somewhat disordered again.
Hearing the door open, Jiang Fei "timely" woke up, turned her head to look, and then quickly stood up, her voice low and husky but cheerful: "You're back?"
Rong Shu looked at her: "Aren't you going to rest?"
Jiang Fei smiled and clapped his hands.
The guard came in almost immediately carrying a steaming wooden bucket and placed it next to the chair.
Rong Shu raised her eyebrows: "This is..."
Jiang Fei looked at him and said, "Soaking your feet."
Rong Shu was taken aback, then realized that this was probably one of her methods for dispelling the cold. The knot in his heart inexplicably dissipated a lot. He didn't dwell on it and sat down in the chair, taking off his shoes and socks.
"How is it?" Jiang Fei looked at him expectantly.
Rong Shu pretended to think about it seriously for a moment, then moved her lips and said, "I don't feel anything."
I really didn't feel anything.
But there was nothing unusual; it was neither hot nor cold, just as it always had been.
Jiang Fei's eyes darkened.
Rong Shu thought that Jiang Fei would give up after this day, but she never expected that she would regroup and try to find a way by checking his body temperature the next day.
Rong Shu simply let her have her way.
If he could truly have a human body temperature, that would be good; if not, it wouldn't be a pity.
During this period, their conversations usually consisted of only a couple of sentences:
How are you feeling?
"I don't feel anything."
What about this time?
"Still no feeling."
"..."
After a while, even the guards listened with blank expressions.
That day, Rong Shu remained in the palace, casually tossing two glass beads, waiting to see what tricks Jiang Fei would come up with this time.
Unexpectedly, instead of Jiang Fei, they were greeted by the guards outside the building: "Lord, the fact that Qianjin Tower has obtained a rare spiritual body has been discovered by someone, and now many people have come to ask for it."
Rong Shuben paused in his playful toss of the glass, then grasped it tightly in his palm. After a long while, he finally asked, "What do you want?"
"...I beg for a spirit." The guard said cautiously, head bowed.
Rong Shu narrowed her eyes. The Heavenly Spiritual Root, which is extremely Yin and cold, is coveted not only by ordinary people, but also by many in the cultivation world, since obtaining it would allow one to cultivate immortality.
That was what he originally thought, wasn't it?
He neither cultivates immortality nor becomes a demon; his only love is money.
The only reason Jiang Fei was kept was because she was a valuable medicinal ingredient; her worth was far more than ten thousand gold pieces.
"Is the host... unwilling?" the guard asked softly.
Rong Shu's fingers tightened slightly, then she suddenly came to her senses, glanced down at the guards, and said casually, "How could that be?"
At this point, he lowered his eyes slightly: "Of all the treasures in the building, Miss Jiang is my favorite, so..."
The guards were puzzled.
Rong Shu looked at the glass in his hand. The ice on his body had left the glass completely cold. He paused for a moment before saying, "It will cost more."
"One million spirit stones, not one less."
As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Shu heard a soft "snap" sound from the palace door.
He suddenly looked up in that direction: "Who?"
The palace doors swayed and were gently pushed open. Jiang Fei, still dressed in white, stood at the door, her lips slightly pale, but her expression as calm as ever.
Rong Shu's gaze sharpened.
Did she hear everything?
But the next moment, Jiang Fei slowly walked into the palace, a smile curving his lips: "I've found a new method, and I came here specifically to tell you."
Rong Shu slightly raised her hand, and the guards quickly and tactfully left.
"Just now..." he asked hesitantly.
"Huh?" Jiang Fei looked up, puzzled, her eyes blank. "What happened just now?"
Seeing her normal expression, Rong Shu felt inexplicably relieved: "Tell me, what new method have you found?"
Jiang Fei pursed her lips: "The things are all in the back hall."
A moment later, in the rear hall.
Rong Shu looked at the several jars of wine on the table, then at Jiang Fei: "Is this the plan you came up with?"
Jiang Fei laughed: "That's right, I drank it a few times when I was in the human world. It warmed my chest after drinking it. You should try it too."
After saying that, she picked up the wine jar, poured two cups of wine, and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Don't worry, I'll drink with you too."
She pushed a glass of wine in front of Rong Shu, picked up the glass herself, and drank it all in one gulp.
Rong Shu frowned slightly, saying that she was giving it to him to drink, but she drank it herself.
Jiang Fei poured himself another glass, smiled at Rong Shu, and said, "You drink too." He then drank it all down.
Rong Shu frowned even more deeply.
Just as Jiang Fei was about to pour the third cup, another hand touched the back of her hand. The palm of that hand was icy cold, without any human body temperature.
Jiang Fei stared blankly at that hand, and after a long while, she looked up at Rong Shu, her eyes as bright as ever.
But... Rong Shu looked at her and for some reason, she felt that she seemed to be sad.
However, the sadness vanished in an instant, and Jiang Fei's cheeks slowly flushed red, her eyes becoming slightly unfocused.
Rong Shu frowned; was she drunk?
He never expected her to have such a low alcohol tolerance.
Jiang Fei's alcohol tolerance is certainly not bad, but it is also thanks to the original owner's body that blushes as soon as she drinks alcohol.
"You should drink too!" Jiang Fei picked up Rong Shu's glass and handed it to him. "After you finish drinking, you have to tell me how you feel!"
Rong Shu stared at her for a while before finally reaching out to take the wine glass. After a moment's pause, she drank it all in one gulp.
Jiang Fei was still looking at him intently: "How are you feeling?"
Rong Shu gazed at her, remaining silent for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Fei suddenly reached out and cupped his cheeks.
Rong Shu was taken aback.
Jiang Fei only touched his cheek before withdrawing her hand: "It's cold."
"Still no feeling, right?"
Rong Shu remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
Jiang Fei took a half step back, her voice soft: "Rong Shu, I remember you told me that you saved my life, and when the time comes, I must become a medicine in your building..."
Rong Shu's expression tightened slightly; he had indeed said those words.
Jiang Fei looked at him: "So, it's true?"
Rong Shu was still looking at her. She must have heard what was said in the palace just now, right?
"You brought me here because... I'm actually no different from your other treasures, including that ten-thousand-year-old ginseng?" Jiang Fei's voice was tinged with drunkenness. "Just a medicine?"
Rong Shu paused for a moment, about to speak: "You..."
Jiang Fei suddenly walked towards him: "I don't want to hear it anymore." As she spoke, she walked up to him and said in a soft voice: "You're right, there is actually another way."
After saying that, she gently hugged him.
Rong Shu was taken aback: "Jiang Fei?"
"You said it yourself, body temperature is most effective for you." Jiang Fei gently embraced him, her expression somewhat dazed, her breath falling on Rong Shu's neck.
Rong Shu froze. He had only spoken casually, certain that she wouldn't be so bold, but he never expected...
Her body was very warm, just like that night in the cave at the foot of the cliff, the same temperature and the same faint fragrance, like a warm embrace enveloping him, her body heat flowing continuously into his body.
Rong Shu's gaze darkened slightly, and that unsettling feeling returned: "Jiang Fei, let go."
Jiang Fei's body stiffened slightly, but she never let go of his hand.
“Jiang Fei…” Rong Shu was about to say something when everything went dark.
Jiang Fei suddenly stood on tiptoe, put her arm around the back of his neck, and placed a tingling kiss on the corner of his lips.
Rong Shu froze, her whole body stiff as iron.
I felt a strange heat rising in my lungs, which was still growing and was completely different from the coldness in my limbs.
That fever was too novel, and too unsettling.
Jiang Fei's arm, which was holding him, went limp, and he was about to fall to the ground, already drunk.
Rong Shu instinctively reached out and supported her.
Jiang Fei looked up at him, her eyes clear yet bewildered, as if washed by water. After a long while, her voice was soft and low: "Rong Shu..."
Rong Shu's favorability rating: 55.
...
Wunian Mountain.
The mountain is filled with spiritual energy all year round, and the mountain mist and wind permeate the mountainside, making the palaces on the mountaintop seem like a fairyland.
The disciples of Wunian Mountain were still cultivating diligently, occasionally glancing longingly at the central palace—since returning from their tribulation and after the Immortal Venerable healed Senior Sister Feiyan's injuries, they had not stepped out of the palace even once.
But shouldn't the Immortal Venerable be an immortal by now? Or are all immortals so mysterious?
The disciple shook his head, unable to understand.
In the palace.
Yun Jue sat upright amidst a cloud of mist, meditating intently.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows and eyes were calm and undisturbed, and her white dress seemed to be surrounded by a cold mist, untouched by any emotion or desire.
However, in the next instant, the light and mist around him scattered slightly.
"I want you to be my childhood sweetheart." In his memory, the woman leaned close to his face and said, word by word.
Yun Jue frowned slightly, forcing himself to calm down.
"Little Wunian, you must study hard. I'll support you after you finish your studies," the woman said boldly to him in the school.
Yun Jue's body was tense, and his brows furrowed even more.
“Little Wunian has really grown up. Come here, call me ‘wife’!” The woman leaned against the soft couch, teasing her.
A few beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Yun Jue's forehead, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Then the memories surged even more intensely.
The way the woman reached out and pinched his cheek; the way she stood in front of him, shielding him from the demonic blow; the way she leaned against his knees, pretending to sleep with her eyes closed; and the way she kissed him…
"Xiao Wunian is so heartless."
"Xiao Wunian has grown up after all, and he will be able to get married soon."
"If I don't call you Xiao Wunian, what should I call you?"
"My little husband?"
My dear husband...
The last three words were like a nightmare.
The clouds and fog churned wildly.
Yun Jue suddenly opened his eyes, his face deathly pale and his breathing rapid.
Since returning from the ordeal, those memories have haunted me like a shadow.
He had clearly attained immortality, yet he repeatedly found himself on the verge of death during his cultivation, and no matter what he did, he could not comprehend it.
"Master?" A woman's weak voice came from outside the palace.
Yun Jue turned his gaze, his expression unchanged, his eyes cold and indifferent: "Awake?"
"Master," Tang Feiyan looked at the man in front of her, and for some reason, she felt that he was getting more and more distant, even more distant and cold than before her tribulation. "Thank you for saving me, Master."
Yun Jue stood up and flew to a short distance in front of her like a cloud. He looked at her calmly and said, "Your body has been severely injured. Your dantian has been shattered and your spiritual root has been damaged. You need to take spiritual medicine."
Tang Feiyan hurriedly replied, "Father has already sent someone to Qianjin Tower to request medicine."
Yun Jue nodded and was about to turn around and return to the palace.
"Master!" Tang Feiyan suddenly called out.
Yun Jue's figure hovered in mid-air, the mountain wind making his white clothes rustle.
Tang Feiyan looked at him, and a sudden sense of desolation washed over her.
This celestial being possessed no trace of mortal emotions. She seemed... increasingly unable to keep up with him.
She inexplicably recalled the boy with a birthmark on his face, dressed in wedding attire, at the wedding banquet that day, who was completely different from her master.
The young man named Yun Wunian had someone he loved. He loved Miss Jiang and was willing to die for her.
What about Master?
Does he still remember Miss Jiang?
Yun Jue lowered his eyes: "If there's nothing else..."
Tang Feiyan interrupted him: "Master, Miss Jiang has been taken to Qianjin Tower by Rong Shu."
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