"Xuanzhi, are you feeling unwell?"
Yan Huanyue waved her hand to dispel the barrier. Ning Wuyang, with a heavy expression, walked quickly to the eaves, pushed open the door, and entered the house.
Before even reaching Yan Huanyue's side, he asked, "Yan Baoying, why did you give Yu Zhao your heart's blood? Don't you know how much damage that will cause?"
Pei Xuanzhi, whose expression had been calm and composed, froze instantly, looking at her in disbelief as if waiting for her answer.
Yan Huanyue looked at Ning Wuyang, stood up and said, "It was Fellow Daoist Tan and Uncle Yu who suggested it. I wonder if Senior Brother Yu is feeling much better today?"
"excellent?"
Ning Wuyang couldn't help but step forward, and facing Yan Huanyue's reckless expression, he said aggressively:
"Why did you give him your heart's blood without consulting anyone! Now that something has gone wrong, given their character and family background, they'll definitely blame you!"
"ah?"
Yan Huanyue showed a hint of guilt and disbelief, "This... I knew I wasn't sure if my blood would be that effective, and now Senior Brother Yu is really suffering again..."
Before the words were finished, hurried footsteps approached from outside the courtyard.
Feng Ye's expression was solemn, and a strange woman followed behind him.
As soon as he entered, he said, "Baoying, this is the official in charge of the punishment hall of Emperor Mingde. Please ask her to take a look at your injury."
Yan Huanyue asked, "Why?"
Feng Ye frowned and said, "Yu Jisong said that when you poisoned Yu Zhao yesterday, you didn't use your heart's blood, but instead used poison."
Yan Huanyue opened her mouth, but finally said weakly, "Yesterday I was a little hesitant because I didn't know if my blood would really help Senior Brother Yu as they said. Uncle Yu even wrote a contract yesterday to get me to hand over my heart's blood, saying that they would bear all the consequences. At that time, Director Ji of the Punishment Hall was also there."
The woman said, "Senior Brother Ji just mentioned this matter, but he said he only saw you take blood from your wrist without hesitation, but he didn't see you take blood from your heart with your own hands. I need to confirm this."
Yan Huanyue sighed, "Alright..."
Then he turned around and led the woman into the inner room, removing half of his clothes to reveal the wound on his chest.
The woman raised her hand and made a hand seal. After a gentle spiritual energy swept over her, Yan Huanyue noticed that her expression had become noticeably worse.
"Officer..."
The woman looked up at her and sneered, "The Yu family's ability to turn the tables is truly admirable... However, your injuries shouldn't be healing so quickly, you..."
Yan Huanyue said somewhat awkwardly, "Last night, my husband and I practiced dual cultivation, which was somewhat beneficial..."
The woman didn't find such conversation particularly embarrassing; she was just surprised that she had given her heart's blood to someone else, yet still had to come back to use her husband's virginity to heal her wounds—what an incomprehensible sentiment!
Yan Huanyue, her clothes tucked in, followed her out of the inner room, asking with great anxiety, "Elder Feng, Director, how is Senior Brother Yu?"
Ning Wuyang rubbed his temples in distress. Even though he had seen a lot in the world, he still felt a chill in his heart when he thought about what he had seen today.
“Yu Zhao suddenly started to fester all over his body today, his teeth fell out, and his nightgown was almost soaked with blood and pus. I don’t think he will turn into a puddle of pus in a few days… Who can say whether it is because of the residual poison left by the demon cutting his flesh or because of your cup of blood.”
Yan Huanyue appeared somewhat panicked and said urgently, "How could this be? How could this be... Uncle Yu said that even if my blood had no effect, it wouldn't harm Senior Brother Yu. What should I do?"
Feng Ye glanced at the boy sitting quietly by the window with his head down, and couldn't help but ask, "Xuanlang, are you aware of this matter?"
Pei Xuanzhi slowly raised his head and smiled faintly, "I have never heard of it, but it is truly a pity for Senior Brother Yu."
Feng Ye looked at Yan Huanyue with his usually dignified eyes and said, "Have the clerk take a look at what Yu Jisong wrote for you. You don't need to worry about the rest. If the Yu family comes to cause trouble, just ignore them. The people from the Mingde Emperor's Punishment Hall will handle it."
Yan Huanyue showed the official seal that Yu Jisong had written the day before to the official for a long time. The official then took his leave, turned around and left the room. He tiptoed and flew away.
Feng Ye immediately followed and went to the punishment hall to explain the matter.
Ning Wuyang, with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth in the sunlit main room, scattering the sunlight across the floor in a dim and fragmented manner.
After pacing around for a while, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Did you give Tan Guiyi your blood?"
Yan Huanyue asked in surprise, "No, why does Senior Brother Ning ask such a question?"
Ning Wuyang frowned and said, "She has similar sores on her face to Yu Zhao, but she still possesses spiritual power and can circulate spiritual energy, so it is not as severe as Yu Zhao's."
Yan Huanyue slowly sat down, supporting herself on the table with one hand. Her fingertips shone brightly, appearing translucent and delicate in the sunlight streaming through the window.
"oh……"
Tan Guiyi was indeed using her. If she guessed correctly, the reason why Tan Guiyi was less injured than Yu Zhao was probably because she only drank the little bit of blood left in yesterday's cup.
Just like last night when she rinsed the remaining blood in sugar water and fed it to Junior Brother Pei.
Fu Yinhuan, Yu Zhao, and Tan Guiyi were ultimately entangled in this way, truly intertwined.
"Senior Brother Yu ultimately left the blood in his cup for her. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Tan is suffering from a hidden illness that led him to do this? It's truly unexpected. I wonder how they are doing. I really want to go and see for myself..."
Ning Wuyang lifted his robe, sat down at the table, pushed aside the books, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and said:
"Yan Baoying, if that's the case, you meant well. The Yu family spoke ill of you like that, and you don't even feel sad? Are you that concerned about Yu Zhao?"
Yan Huanyue's calm expression was tinged with sorrow as she sighed and said, "This situation is not what any of us wanted to see, but it's already come to this. Uncle and Aunt Yu are blaming me only to alleviate their guilt towards Senior Brother Yu. I have evidence and witnesses; I'm innocent. Why should I argue with them? It's pathetic..."
Ning Wuyang disagreed, and even asked with some doubt, "You were quite generous when you fought with Junior Brother Xue and the others, when did you become so magnanimous?"
Suddenly, she remembered that she might still be thinking about Yu Zhao, and couldn't help but glance at Pei Xuanzhi, who remained silent and had a face as white as snow.
The boy's long, fine eyelashes cast two shadows as he looked down at the thin paper on the table with a diagram drawn on it.
The brilliant sunlight shone on his snow-white coat embroidered with gold thread, yet it seemed as if it were falling on a silent blanket of snow.
Ning Wuyang suddenly noticed that the atmosphere around Pei Xuanzhi was unusually calm.
He, as her fellow disciple, was so concerned about the matter of taking her heart's blood, yet her junior brother Pei, as her Daoist partner, didn't ask a single question.
Are those who obtain their Daoist partners through their fathers' influence truly too afraid to even utter a question?
I was afraid she would get angry and take back the heart contract, so I could only endure everything she gave me.
Ning Wuyang suddenly realized that Yan Huanyue, shrouded in a hazy mist, had a cold and aloof nature.
She has grown up and looks much more radiant than before.
But this increasingly intense complexion concealed a heart that was exceptionally cold towards Junior Brother Pei.
But Ning Wuyang felt that this was only human nature.
Although Junior Brother Pei's health has improved a lot compared to before, he is clearly a dashing and debonair man. Junior Sister Yan married him only to repay a debt of gratitude, so it is normal that she still cares about Yu Zhao now.
Ning Wuyang looked at Yan Huanyue meaningfully and said, "Look, they even give your Blood Jade Scroll to Tan Guiyi to drink. If you continue like this, they will eat you up sooner or later."
Yan Huanyue's lips curled up slightly.
Ning Wuyang clicked his tongue and said, "What are you laughing at? Don't you take it seriously? Remember this lesson. Don't give everything away to others. Now that you've taken my heart's blood, don't go out to practice your sword for the next few days. Rest more and use some pills and spirit stones to nourish yourself."
Yan Huanyue nodded.
Ning Wuyang pretended not to understand anything and said to Pei Xuanzhi in a frank manner:
“Junior Brother Pei, your Senior Sister Yan is always like this. She’s kind-hearted and can’t stand seeing others suffer. This time, she did something bad with good intentions. She’s injured, so you have to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t wield her knife for the next few days. You should also stay home for the next few days.”
Pei Xuanzhi remained quietly gazing at the thin paper covered with various talismans, as if they were now separated by two different worlds.
Ning Wuyang raised his voice, "Junior Brother Pei?"
Pei Xuanzhi looked up suddenly, then lowered his eyes again and said in a low voice, "I know."
Ning Wuyang suddenly felt the atmosphere was a bit oppressive. He was an outsider and it wasn't appropriate for him to keep interfering in these matters. Even if his master came in person, he probably wouldn't interfere at all.
He got up to take his leave at the right time, and told Yan Huanyue not to exhaust herself any further.
After Yan Huanyue set up a barrier outside the courtyard and closed the door, she turned around and went back into the room. She saw Pei Xuanzhi still sitting in the same place with his head down and eyes lowered.
However, the handle of the wolf-hair brush in his hand had already been broken off.
The deep ink seeped into the hem of his white robe, quickly soaking into a large patch.
His voice, as if soaked in snow water, carried a chilling coldness, "I knew nothing last night because my senior sister needed me to recover some of her losses. She gave Senior Brother Yu her heart's blood and the blood from her wrist, and she still needed to use my vital essence to heal her injuries..."
In fact, if he hadn't completely controlled his arousal while half-conscious, she wouldn't have been able to have sex with him on her own.
Yan Huanyue could never tell him the truth of the matter; she could only do her best to comfort him.
"I have absolutely no romantic feelings for Senior Brother Yu, please don't be angry. Although I used your vital essence, I also helped you nourish your body..."
Pei Xuanzhi's fair hand showed prominent veins, but she looked up and smiled slowly, saying, "Thank you, sister. You are so fair to me, but you never ask anything of Senior Brother Yu."
Yan Huanyue said in surprise, "What nonsense are you talking about? What should I ask of him? I would never use his virginity."
Pei Xuanzhi felt a burning sensation in his throat, and for a moment he felt dizzy and lightheaded, his vision blurred, and he was pulled into an endless abyss.
He was breathing heavily, and tears streamed down his cheeks from his reddened eyes, making him look extremely vulnerable.
Yan Huanyue quickly grasped his wrist to check his pulse, fearing it was due to the bowl of blood from last night. "Xuanzhi, are you feeling unwell?"
Pei Xuanzhi grabbed her wrist with his other hand, pulled her into his arms, and tore open her clothes.
Sure enough, there was a small but deep scar on her fair skin, the bright red and white of which was particularly striking.
He dared not look, hurriedly hugged her, buried his face in her warm neck and took a deep sniff, and said to himself in deception, "You just didn't want to see her die, did you?"
Yan Huanyue replied, "Yes."
"No..." He suddenly gripped her waist tightly, slowly raising his head, his eyes, clear yet filled with tears, were chillingly cold.
"You love him, that's why you gave him your heart's blood. You can't forget him, can you? He was the one you truly wanted... no..."
He suddenly remembered that day in the cave, when he once pressed her against his back and held her down in his cloak.
At that time, he was unable to control himself and bit her shoulder in a fit of extreme distraction.
Overwhelmed by lust, he greedily licked everything about her, including the tiny bit of blood on her shoulder.
However, she never experienced the same condition as Yu Zhao, with her body covered in sores, and she didn't feel any discomfort whatsoever.
Moreover, he knew the benefits of a pure spirit body, and he didn't think her blood would be poisonous.
Was Yu Zhao's injury caused by the conflict between demonic energy and her heart's blood, or did she actually poison her blood?
But there didn't seem to be any major grudge between her and Yu Zhao, so much so that she would rather hurt herself than not take revenge on Yu Zhao.
Moreover, given Yu Zhao's fate, from now on, who would dare to risk trying to nourish themselves with the flesh and blood of a pure spirit body?
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