Chapter 22 Princess Carry Fate and Dual Cultivation Warning 2
Jiang Xuelan was also shocked! Could it simultaneously solve the problem of Li Jiuyou's essence backlash and his own ice and fire conflict? And even... could it suppress the God-killing Gu? The effects of this Yin-Yang Spring were simply incredible!
"Where is the spring? How do I get it?" Jiang Xuelan asked, time was running out!
The gravekeeper's skinny fingers did not drop down, but moved slowly, and finally... pointed at Jiang Xuelan.
"Soul-sinking fog... bone-eroding and soul-destroying... Only... those who bear the 'destined pact'... and... those who are connected by yin and yang... can pass through... for a short time..."
A destiny? A connection between yin and yang?
Jiang Xuelan instantly had a very bad premonition.
The gravekeeper's cloudy grey eyes slowly swept between Jiang Xuelan and the unconscious Li Jiuyou, and his dry lips uttered the last few words:
"You...carry him...in."
Carry him...in?!
The air froze instantly.
Man Gu and A Che's expressions instantly changed from ecstasy to dullness, their mouths opened wide enough to fit an egg.
Xuanjia's eyes widened, the patterns on his shell nearly blinding with excitement. "Hug?! Princess carry?! Go deep into the Soul-Sinking Mist?! Oh wow! Exciting! Too exciting! The bond of destiny! The fate of yin and yang! This plot! My shell is about to be filled!"
Jiang Xuelan's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
**Hug?! Hug again?! And in this kind of place?!**
He felt the pain in his lower back begin to ache again, and even the skin on his waist, where Li Jiuyou had unconsciously hugged him, began to feel inexplicably hot! The image of the shattered ice field and the cold word "peel off" surged in his sea of consciousness again, mixed with the residual heat of Li Jiu's demon pill, making him feel upset!
"Is there no other way?" Jiang Xuelan's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, with a last trace of struggle.
The gravekeeper shook his head slowly, his grey eyes deep and unfathomable. "The Soul-Sinking Mist... only recognizes 'contract' and 'tie'... if outside forces enter... they will turn into dry bones..."
"My Lord! Please!" Man Gu fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes watering with tears. "Save the king! I will repay your kindness with my slavery!"
Ah Che also realized what was happening, and he fell to his knees, crying, "Brother! The Demon King Li did this to stop the pursuers! Could you…could you just…bear with that for a moment?"
Xuan Jia fanned the flames furiously, "Immortal Lord! The greater good is paramount! A hug won't cost you a thing! Think about the Yin-Yang Spring! Think about suppressing the poison! Think about how if this foolish demon dies, the Heart-Slaying Contract will backfire and you'll be doomed too! This is a win-win situation!"
A win-win situation? Jiang Xuelan felt his heart pounding. He looked at Man Gu and A Che's pleading eyes, listened to Xuan Jia's noisy "reasoning," and then felt the terrifying aura emanating from the depths of the Soul-Sinking Mist, which made even the icy immortal energy in his body uneasy...
Half an incense stick of time is like a death warrant.
Li Jiuyou's breath was so weak that it was almost cut off.
Jiang Xuelan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, there was only cold determination and resignation in his eyes... **sadness**.
He endured the severe pain in his waist and walked step by step to Man Gu, looking at Li Jiuyou, who was unconscious with a frown and a face as pale as paper.
**Stupid monster! I must have owed you a spirit stone mine in my previous life!**
He bent down, his movements slightly stiff and slow due to his back injury. He reached out, one hand through Li Jiuyou's knees, and the other hand around his back (deliberately avoiding the waist where he had been hugged before).
The sensation was scorching hot and heavy. Even in his coma, Li Jiuyou's body exuded the imposing strength of an apex predator, his muscles visible even through his clothing. The scent of blood, burnt flesh, and a distinct masculine aura washed over him once again.
Jiang Xuelan held his breath and exerted force with his arms——
"Ouch!" A sharp pain came from his lower back, making him groan. His movements faltered and he almost threw Li Jiuyou back.
"My Lord, be careful with your waist!" Xuanjia exclaimed.
Man Gu nervously stretched out his hand to help support it, but was afraid of blaspheming the Immortal King, so his hand froze in mid-air.
A Che covered his eyes, but couldn't help but peek through his fingers.
Jiang Xuelan's forehead was covered with fine sweat. He clenched his teeth, mobilized the little remaining spiritual power to protect his lower back, and exerted force again!
This time, he successfully picked up Li Jiuyou... and **lifted him sideways**!
Standard, solid, no frills—**Princess hug**!
Li Jiuyou's head rested limply against his shoulder, his unconscious body. His scalding breath fanned over the sensitive burn on his neck, bringing an indescribable tingling sensation. Their bodies pressed tightly together, the connection between them becoming undeniably clear due to their extreme proximity. The uncontrolled demonic fire within Li Jiuyou raged like a dying volcano, its every weak pulse searing Jiang Xuelan's senses.
Jiang Xuelan's body instantly stiffened like ten-thousand-year-old black ice. His face was expressionless, his eyes blank, as if he were holding a scalding iron, not a living, breathing demon king. He took each step, each one heavy and slow. The pain in his lower back, the heaviness in his arms, the burning sensation of the connection, the tingling in his neck, and the lingering memory of that damned chest hair... The multiple torments piled on top of each other, leaving the Qingleng Immortal Lord wanting nothing more than to die on the spot, or to throw the thing in his arms directly into the Soul-Sinking Mist!
Just as Jiang Xuelan was holding Li Jiuyou and heading towards the swirling soul-sinking fog as if heading to the execution ground, the gravekeeper, who had been silent the entire time, looked at Jiang Xuelan's stiff and tense back, as well as the unconscious Li Jiuyou in his arms, with his cloudy grey eyes. He sighed softly in a hoarse voice that was almost like a murmur, which only he could hear:
"Yin and Yang meet... Ice and fire merge... Going to... the depths of the spring... I'm afraid it won't be... that simple... to heal..."
The wrinkles on his bark-like face deepened, as if he had foreseen something.
"The path of dual cultivation... has begun... the consequences... are unpredictable..."
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