Chapter 100: Soul Pain and "His" Clumsy Healing
The pain of the soul and "his" clumsy healing
The people from the Immortal Sect retreated in a panic, and silence temporarily returned to the platform, leaving only the ruins of battle and the pervasive smell of gunpowder.
Jiang Xuelan finally couldn't hold on any longer, his body swayed, and he fell down.
"Jiang Xianjun!"
A Che and Man Gu exclaimed and wanted to help.
But someone is faster than them!
Li Jiuyou almost instinctively took a step forward, stretched out his arm, and firmly embraced Jiang Xuelan's sliding body!
It was cold to the touch and was even trembling slightly.
The cold and piercing pain that came from the soul came more clearly, making Li Jiuyou's heart tighten!
"You call this unimpeded?!" Li Jiuyou's anger rose again, but seeing the other party's weakness, he couldn't help but lower his voice a little, with a kind of irritable worry, "What else can you do with your mouth besides lying?!"
Jiang Xuelan's consciousness was a little fuzzy, her long eyelashes trembling, and she tried to push him away: "... Let go... let me..."
"Bullshit!" Li Jiuyou yelled back in annoyance, but he tightened his arms a little, half-carrying and half-supporting the man to the edge of the well, letting him sit down against the cool white well wall.
"Xuanjia! Old turtle! Quickly see what to do with his injury!" Li Jiuyou shouted at Xuanjia who was slowly crawling towards him.
Xuan Jia stretched his neck to sniff Jiang Xuelan's breath, then looked at the small wound on his left arm that had stopped bleeding but was emitting a cold aura. A solemn expression appeared on his face. "The Soul-Suppressing Nail...is specifically designed to injure the soul. It's very troublesome. I'm good at poisoning the flesh, but for this kind of soul injury...tsk."
Li Jiuyou could sense what "very troublesome" meant - Jiang Xuelan's soul seemed to be frozen in an ice cave, and was constantly pierced by fine needles. This pain was slowly consuming his essence!
"Then there's nothing we can do?!" Li Jiuyou was anxious, staring at Xuan Jia with his red-gold eyes, "Haven't you lived for tens of thousands of years?!"
"What are you yelling about!" Xuan Jia shrank his neck. "Well... there is a solution... but it requires a force of the utmost yang, yet one that originates from the Heretic God. I must willingly and precisely control it to enter his sea of consciousness, slowly burning away the cold energy of those soul nails... without damaging his fragile soul."
The most intense yang? The same source of power as the Heretic God? Willingly? Precisely controlled?
When these conditions are combined together, the answer is almost obvious - Li Jiuyou's original demonic fire!
Li Jiuyou: “…”
Jiang Xuelan: "..."
The two fell into a strange silence again.
Letting Li Jiuyou use his violent demonic fire to enter Jiang Xuelan's fragile soul sea to help him heal his injuries? This sounds much less reliable than suicide!
What's more, the words "willingly" and "precise control" seem inappropriate when applied to Li Jiuyou.
"Is there... no other way?" Jiang Xuelan's voice was dry.
"Yes," Xuanjia flicked his tail, "Wait for death, or hope for a miracle."
Li Jiuyou's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He looked at Jiang Xuelan's pale, weak, yet still stubborn profile. The constant waves of pain pierced him like needles. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "Damn it! This is so troublesome!"
He suddenly grabbed Jiang Xuelan's shoulders and forced him to sit down (his movements were rough, but he subconsciously avoided the wound). He then sat cross-legged opposite him and said viciously: "Close your eyes! Relax your mind! If you dare to resist, I will twist your head off!"
A hint of surprise and hesitation flashed across Jiang Xuelan's ice-blue eyes.
"Hurry up!" Li Jiuyou urged impatiently, but deep in his eyes there was a hint of nervousness and... caution that he himself was not aware of?
Jiang Xuelan was silent for a moment, then finally closed his eyes. There really was no better choice. He tried to relax his control over his body, but his consciousness remained instinctively tense, as if covered in a thousand-year-old ice.
Li Jiuyou took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the awkwardness and restlessness in his heart, and tried to carefully transmit a trace of extremely subtle and pure dark red demonic fire power through the touching shoulders of the two (one of the clearest channels of the Heart-Slaying Contract) to Jiang Xuelan's sea of consciousness.
This process is extremely difficult!
His demonic fire is violent and domineering by nature, and Jiang Xuelan's sea of consciousness instinctively rejects all external forces, especially firepower that is incompatible with his attributes.
Li Jiuyou could clearly "see" a frozen world of consciousness shrouded in cold gray mist, and the origin of Jiang Xuelan's soul was like a transparent ice sculpture curled up in the core, trembling slightly, enduring the erosion of the gray mist.
That scene made him feel an inexplicable pain in his heart.
He tried hard to recall the feeling when he practiced dual cultivation at the Moon Dew Spring and the Chaos Altar, and tried to make the power of the demon fire more gentle and cautious, just like using the thinnest embroidery needle to pick out stains on an ice sculpture.
A trace of heat, carrying a clumsy "protective" intention that Li Jiuyou himself was not aware of, slowly approached the trembling ice sculpture.
Jiang Xuelan trembled violently!
A strange, burning, yet harmless force invaded his most intimate spiritual realm. This feeling was more intimate than physical contact, more... heart-pounding! He instinctively wanted to resist!
"Don't move!" Li Jiuyou growled, sweat oozing from his forehead. Maintaining this delicate operation was more tiring than fighting a large battle. "Trust me!"
Jiang Xuelan seemed to sense the other party's focused and even somewhat strenuous emotions, and that the burning power was indeed slowly and bit by bit dispelling the cold and severe pain in his soul... He finally slowly relaxed the tense barrier of his consciousness.
The platform became quiet.
Man Gu and A Che stood by nervously.
Xingtong looked thoughtfully at the weak yet steady flow of energy between the two of them.
Xuan Jia muttered, "Tsk tsk, this brat has a day when he becomes so cautious..."
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