Could this elixir from the Hidden Blade Nightmare Assassination Formation be used to cure Junior Brother Pei's illness...?
After resting in bed for a while, I gradually got used to the dimness in the room.
The moonlight filtered through the gauze window, spreading across the old, unpainted elm wood table in the center of the room.
Perhaps due to its age, the elmwood table had a crack, through which a faint sliver of cold moonlight peeked out from beneath it.
With her cultivation level, Yan Huanyue had excellent vision. She glanced at the moonlight unintentionally and noticed a short shadow cast by the faint moonlight under the crack in the center of the table, a few inches off from the center.
It's hard to notice unless you look closely.
Perhaps it's just a small section of the desktop that hasn't broken off.
Just as she was about to get up to see what was going on, she heard the sound of a cane tapping on the floor in the quiet night.
Next door, Zhao Chai'er was shuffling along, humming a tune. A moment later, the sound of him pouring water could be heard. He muttered that the tea was too cold, then turned and walked lazily toward the door.
"Sigh, this bad luck is really bad, I haven't even had a hot meal yet."
A moment later, the silence of the night was broken by the frantic sound of a teapot falling to the ground.
Zhao Chai'er's voice was filled with fear as she frantically muttered, "They followed...they actually followed us all the way..."
Yan Huanyue knew that he was so afraid because she had placed a barrier around the door, and he was startled when he opened it.
To prevent him from shouting, she immediately rolled over Pei Xuanzhi, rolled to the inside of the bed, and slapped the wall next to her with a spell, causing the person next to her to fall into a deep sleep.
She rolled to the inside of the bed, pulling the blanket all the way over her.
Pei Xuanzhi suddenly felt a chill and immediately sneezed. He crawled over, pulled a corner of the blanket over his waist, and slowly burrowed towards the warmer spot through the blanket, murmuring wearily:
"It's so cold. If you suddenly run away wrapped in a blanket again, I'm afraid I'll get sick again for ten days or half a month."
Yan Huanyue was pressed against the wall by him. She forced herself to open a gap by bracing herself against the wall with her arms, turned around and struggled a few times. She pulled the rolled-up quilt off and draped it over him, whispering, "We're at the wall now. Move back a little."
Pei Xuanzhi reached over her and peered inside, touching the wall behind him. He lowered his head, his nose brushing against her hair, and belatedly whispered, "Oh, there were no lights on, so I couldn't see clearly and didn't notice."
Yan Huanyue rolled over to the outside to protect him, and instructed, "Don't fall asleep."
"Um."
The night grew quiet again.
Yan Huanyue looked at the elm wood table again, but the moonlight had shifted and flowed through the crack in the table, leaving the ground dark and devoid of moonlight.
A few cries of children drifted on the wind, mixed with the malicious laughter unique to children.
Yan Huanyue blinked, finding it incredibly difficult to even lift her eyelids, as her vision was thick and blurry.
It felt as if something extremely heavy was pressing down on her, even her fingers, which were forming hand seals, were stiff and unsteady.
She tried desperately to open her eyes, but with all her might she could only manage to open them a crack before closing them again heavily.
She felt that she was conscious, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move her body at all.
A cool breeze blew by.
She could clearly hear someone breathing in her ear, and the whooshing sound of the wind brushing against her face.
Her body felt heavier and heavier, as if someone was sitting cross-legged on her ribs, pressing her down tightly, and every breath she took was an excruciating pain from which she could not breathe.
She could even hear Pei Xuanzhi turning over beside her. She wanted to call out to him, but her tongue was stiff and she couldn't open her mouth. She couldn't make a sound.
She could only continue to struggle to wake up her body, desperately trying to control her left hand with her consciousness to make the magic seal be formed, but the heavy pressure on her ribs almost suffocated her.
She tried her best to open her eyes again.
In that fleeting glimpse through the slit, he saw, in the hazy light, an old woman in a black overcoat with bright eyes standing by the bed.
The old woman, her face covered in blood, peered into the bed with a furtive and inquisitive look, and brazenly lowered her head to look at her.
A sinister and eerie face loomed down.
Several children's cries and laughter mingled from all directions.
Yan Huanyue's eyes closed again, overwhelmed, and she felt a cold wind blowing on her face.
Suddenly, a warm, soft breath began to hum and whimper as it entered her neck.
The heavy pressure on her body suddenly dissipated, and she abruptly opened her eyes.
In broad daylight, a fluffy little head curiously lifted up from her neck, then rested its soft head on her face, purring softly for a while before meowing twice.
Yan Huanyue was momentarily dazed, realizing that the furnishings in the room were exactly the same as those in her own room at the Tianyan Sect.
She didn't feel anything was wrong when she saw this; she just felt relaxed and glad that she had gotten rid of a very vivid nightmare.
She picked up the kitten that was sleeping lightly on her face and sat up abruptly, looking down at the kitten in her hands with its innocent, big eyes.
She remembered that the little golden raccoon belonged to someone else. She thought she had seen him carrying the cat and sunbathing by the railing of the waterside pavilion not long ago. She didn't know how it ended up here with her.
Because he was the son of the sect leader, she seemed to know the little golden fox's owner somewhat, but what was that person's name again...?
She wanted to return the kitten to him, but after walking around the sect for a long time with the cat in her arms, she gradually forgot what she was supposed to be doing there.
Suddenly, Senior Sister Han walked towards them from the front, drew her long sword from afar, and asked sharply, "Junior Sister Yan, what are you holding in your hands!"
Yan Huanyue looked down in confusion at her arms and saw that the beautiful and soft little golden cat was gone, and she was holding a child's bloody head in her arms.
The eyes on its head were filled with resentment, and its black, gaping mouth grumbled, "Hungry, hungry! He can't get rid of me, hehehe..."
Yan Huanyue quietly looked at that head, then gradually looked up at the growing number of fellow disciples gathering behind Han Shuangying in the distance.
A flicker of confusion and helplessness crossed her eyes. Her memories were fragmented, distorted, and shifting. Looking at Han Shuangying so close to her, she felt a sense of absolute comfort and softly called out:
"Senior Sister Han... I'm not dead yet, I'm in Luojing... Please come find me..."
The sect before her was like a faint wisp of smoke, obscuring the original mountains and palaces. Han Shuangying, dressed in a green robe, stood in the wind with her fellow disciples, watching her from afar.
In an instant, the Tianyan Sect fell silent.
Yan Huanyue slowly lowered her head, looking at the bloodied head in her hand that was biting her index finger. She tilted her head and stared at it for a moment, then suddenly a smile appeared on her lips as she softly said, "Eat me? Heh..."
With a "poof," the bloody head was squeezed open by her two hands, splattering blood all over her, even her face was covered in cool blood.
She didn't stop, holding the head and pressing it from a different angle, the sound of bones cracking echoing continuously.
The child, clutching its bloodied head, sobbed and cried out, "Mother! Mother!"
Yan Huanyue crumpled the head into a large, blood-soaked dumpling, accidentally crushing the popped-out eyes while she wasn't looking. Holding the mangled dumpling, she laughed loudly:
"Eat me? Hahahaha... Senior Sister Han, Senior Sister Han, look at this elixir I made, it looks like a candied hawthorn skewer, isn't it pretty? It can cure Junior Brother Pei's illness, right...?"
Yes, yes, the sect leader's son is Junior Brother Pei. He seems to be quite ill. We need to take this elixir to cure him. There are also two pieces of pastry on the ground covered in brown sugar syrup. We'll take those with him as dessert as well.
She bent down to pick up the pastries from the ground, took the elixir she had just painstakingly made, and, filled with a heart full of joy at helping others, ran forward through the group of her sect members...
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Pei Xuanzhi heard that the breathing of the person beside him had become much more steady, even carrying a sense of relief. He knew that she had broken the threat herself.
Without hesitation, he rolled out of bed and smashed the elmwood table in half with one palm. A copper coin wrapped with red string fell to the ground with a dull thud.
He picked up the copper coin, made a hand seal with one hand, and silently recited the incantation.
The other four bare copper coins came from the four corners of the roof through the broken wood, and gathered around the copper coin wrapped with a red rope in his hand, slowly swirling around it like stars surrounding the moon.
Gold is hidden within wood; gold and wood intertwine, embodying a lofty and solitary spirit.
"Hidden Blade Nightmare Assassination Scheme".
There was no real enemy approaching, no wonder the barrier failed to stop them.
Pei Xuanzhi put away the five copper coins and heard a loud thud of a cane striking the floor, followed by the sound of someone running quickly up the wooden steps.
He stacked the four copper coins that were not bound with red string into a pile and placed them under Yan Huanyue's pillow. Holding the copper coin that was bound with red string in his hand, he turned around and pushed open the door.
In the corridor, Peng Youcai and Shen Liuhua were carrying oil lamps as they stepped onto the last wooden step.
A cold breeze drifted in from the half-open window in the corridor, carrying with it an unpleasant smell of burning incense.
It always evokes images of colorful offerings and paper figures before the deceased, a stark white background, grieving sons and grandsons, the smell of alcohol and burning yellow paper during the memorial service, the crackling of white candles, and the somber smell of a coffin.
The pomegranate flower does not like this ominous smell.
She glanced at the dark rooms on the second floor and followed Peng Youcai into her mother-in-law Wang Xiaotao's room.
The old woman was already waiting by the door. Holding a wooden box, she eagerly climbed onto Peng Youcai's back and said, "Hurry! There's a master here!"
Peng Youcai and his wife did not ask any further questions and carried their elderly mother downstairs.
The stairs that could normally be climbed in a short time now seemed like a bottomless pit, with no end in sight.
Peng Youcai carried Wang Xiaotao on his back for a long time, panting heavily and covered in sweat. He thought the stairs seemed too long because he was carrying someone.
But Chen Liuhua, who was helping Wang Xiaotao stand beside him, said breathlessly, "Husband, could it be that we're lost in a maze?"
The three of them felt a chill run down their spines instantly, and beneath their sweaty bodies, a cold sweat broke out.
With a sob in her voice, Chen Liuhua complained, "I told them we should stop near the Immortal Sect, that's why I chased away the third and fourth brothers. I said we shouldn't make a move tonight..."
Faced with a life-threatening situation, Peng Youcai abandoned his usual honesty and naivety, and cursed, "You worthless wretch, what are you crying for! You think you can just say you won't do anything and then not do anything? Do you think we have a say in this!"
Chen Liuhua was also furious and cursed, "Isn't it all because of your family that I'm being dragged down!"
Clinging to his back, Wang Xiaotao closed her eyes, two streams of tears rolling down her cheeks. She sighed and, gazing at the endless downward staircase, said with deep remorse:
"Immortal Master, this is all my fault. Please show yourselves, and I will let the immortal sect deal with me."
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