Chapter 36 Jiuyi City, No Return Mountain (20) Who are you? ...
Since that day, Shi Xianxue has been in a coma. Her body showed no abnormalities; her complexion was rosy, and her breathing was even, making her appear as if she were asleep.
Also unconscious was Wu Xiutang, who had escaped from the seal. His condition was much worse than Shi Xianxue's. Half of his body seemed to have been drained of blood, and his face was as pale as paper. He lay quietly on the couch, like a lifeless but very beautiful little fairy stone statue.
Song Qingshu and the others tried to channel their spiritual energy into the two of them. Xiaoxue fared better, as her spiritual mansion was simple and she accepted their spiritual energy without any suspicion. However, the situation on Wu Xiutang's side was not optimistic. It was as if they had kicked a stubborn steel plate. No matter how much spiritual energy they channeled, it would be returned without any change.
Even in his coma, he remained highly vigilant, making him difficult to approach.
Just as he was preparing to forcefully break through the meridians to transfer spiritual energy, the boy suddenly woke up without warning.
As if he had been suddenly awakened from a nightmare, his breathing was rapid and his smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. When he saw the people surrounding the bed, he was momentarily confused, but then his expression quickly turned as cold as shattered ice.
He was tense all over, scrutinizing everyone with a dangerous and wary gaze.
Upon realizing that he could not summon spiritual energy to his spiritual palace, Wu Xiutang's face turned terribly gloomy.
The killing intent surged through his spiritual palace and blood vessels, almost becoming uncontrollable. He licked his dry lips, his mind filled with only one crazy thought.
He would slaughter them all, just as that man had done to himself countless times. He would dissect their bodies, break their bones, and torment them relentlessly, making them weep and wail, begging for mercy regardless of their status. He didn't care about any demonic bones or demonic lords; only scalding blood and endless slaughter could bring him a moment of pleasure from the bottom of his heart.
Thinking this, he was about to do the same. His fingers had barely moved when they touched a soft, warm skin. He froze, and after seeing who was lying next to him, he suddenly got out of bed without saying a word and started to walk out.
"Young Master Wu, your injuries haven't healed yet; you need to calm down..."
The boy leaped from the open window. The moonlight was silent, and the layers of flowers and branches intertwined, and his thin, slender figure quickly disappeared into the throng of people.
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Shi Xianxue still hasn't woken up.
The Nine Heavens Immortal Palace sent many high-grade nourishing pills.
It wasn't that Song Qingshu was being petty, but she always felt that the people from Jiuxiao had impure motives. Sure enough, just as she was about to thank them after receiving the pill, she heard Fu Zhen say, "If Miss Shi still hasn't woken up, why don't we take her to the Jiuxiao Immortal Mansion? You two must know that our Immortal Mansion has great respect and importance for those with the Wushan bloodline who possess the power of repair. If Miss Shi goes there, I think my master and the others will do their best to heal her."
They had already lingered too long in Jiuyi City and needed to hurry back to the Immortal Mountain to report back. They also had to take Shi Xianxue with them.
Fu Liuwan stood up from the chair, glanced deeply at the sleeping person on the couch, pursed her rosy lips, but said nothing and pushed the door open to leave.
Song Qingshu was also considering the feasibility of this method, but Xiaoxue had always been at odds with Fu Liuwan. If she were bullied in the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion, no one would stand up for her. She also had no skills to rely on, so Song Qingshu was really worried.
“No need.” Li Fuchao was the first to reject Fu Zhen’s suggestion. Just because they had abandoned them time and time again to save themselves, Li Fuchao had no good feelings towards this sect. “Now that the spiritual energy of the Sun and Moon is scarce, I don’t know how long Shishi’s repair power can last. I plan to go north back to the Central Plains to retrieve the Chaos Pearl and the Demon-Subduing Sword, and use the power of the three divine artifacts to seal the demon race.”
This idea is a last resort, and we would only use the Chaoyun National Treasure and the Northern Yong Demon-Subduing Sword as a last resort. If the two countries are unwilling to lend them, we will have to ask the respected elders of the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion and the Qingyun Sect to come down the mountain to persuade them.
Seeing that Fu Zhen was about to say something more, Li Fuchao interrupted him without allowing any argument: "Chaoyun City has countless rare treasures, and its medical practitioners are no less numerous than those in the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion. I will take Shishi with me."
Fu Zhen had no intention of making enemies with the Qingyun Sect yet. After a moment's thought, he said softly, "That's fine. Let's go back to our sect first to report the matter of Mount Bugui. After Fellow Daoist Li obtains the Chaos Pearl, we'll meet at the gate of Beiyong City and go together to retrieve the Demon-Subduing Sword."
When Fu Liuwan and the others learned of this idea, she was the first to disagree. Chaoyun was in the Central Plains, a rich and powerful country, with embroidered curtains, dazzling gold and jade, and fragrant silks. She had heard about these things many times when she was on the mountain.
The Chaos Pearl is in the hands of the Chaoyun royal family. This trip must take them through the Yuanwu Gate to enter the imperial city. Outside the Yuanwu Gate, a Heaven-Sealing Net has been set up by those skilled in setting up boundaries, so that demons cannot invade and the imperial power is stable.
Such a magnificent sight naturally tempted her to witness it, especially since she wanted to stay by Li Fuchao's side.
Seeing that her senior brother ignored her, she began to urge Zhou Zheyue, "A-Yue, what do you think?"
Zhou Zheyue, unlike her usual lively self, hung her head listlessly. When she heard her senior sister call her, she glanced at her listlessly, pursed her thin lips for a while, and then said, "I want to go back to the sect."
The lukewarm reply shattered Fu Liuwan's little scheme. She was furious and wanted to whip Zhou Zheyue a couple of times to vent her anger.
Fu Zhen said seriously, “Wanwan, don’t be silly. We need to report everything that happened at Mount Bugui to our master. Also, we need you to investigate the goddess statue on the border of Xiliang to see if it’s really what we think.”
If Shi Xianxue is truly a goddess, then after this battle, the goddess statue will surely grow facial features. As for the sect leader's daughter who came from the Qingyun Sect but could catch the Li Huo with her bare hands... perhaps he is too ignorant and has never heard of any magical treasure in this world that can withstand Li Huo. If it really exists, then their plan might be implemented ahead of schedule.
If not, then things will get even more interesting.
Surprisingly, Shi Xianxue woke up a day after the people from the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion left. She sat quietly on the couch, her expression empty and wooden, and her gaze toward Song Qingshu was somewhat unfamiliar.
His first words were: "Who are you?"
Song Qingshu hadn't expected the aftereffects of using the power of repair to be so severe. She subconsciously looked at Li Fuchao, and their eyes met. They both sensed a hint of hesitation in each other's eyes.
Li Fuchao tried to step forward to investigate, but was immediately shouted at by Shi Xianxue: "How dare you! Who are you to trespass into my palace! Cherry!! Seize these two thieves at once!"
The two looked at each other in bewilderment. If they hadn't been constantly by Shi Xianxue's side, they would have really thought that she had been possessed while she was unconscious. Neither of them had any friends with the Wushan bloodline, and they hadn't had this reaction when they saw Linglong last time, so they were even more confused.
Seeing that Shi Xianxue was clutching the brocade quilt tightly, looking like a cat that had been provoked, with its fluffy tail standing up as if it were about to explode, the two wisely retreated.
"Anyway, waking up is a good thing. It would have been really bad if she had remained unconscious," Song Qingshu said.
Li Fuchao said, "Perhaps the energy consumed by the repair was too great, causing Shishi's memory to become disordered. If there is no improvement in a couple of days, we will have to trouble Master."
Song Qingshu nodded: "Now that Xiaoxue has woken up, we will set off for Chaoyun tomorrow. However, we still have no news of Young Master Wu. I wonder how he is doing now."
"We've already lingered too long in Jiuyi. If we can't find Young Master Wu by tomorrow, we'll set off, leaving messages along the way. Young Master Wu has traveled all over the country over the years; if he's determined, he'll surely catch up with us."
The two hit it off immediately, but Shi Xianxue, who was suffering from hysteria, was not cooperative. She seemed to have slept for a long time and had plenty of energy. She was enslaving and ordering the two around almost every moment.
The bath water temperature had to be just right, the rose petals had to be freshly picked and still wet with dew, and the food and tea had to be tasted for poison. If she encountered anything that didn't suit her taste, she would immediately grimac and spit it into Li Fuchao's hand. If Li Fuchao refused, she would curse him as a useless and disobedient dead eunuch.
One morning, Shi Xianxue complained that the saddle was too hard and uncomfortable to sit on, so she insisted that Song Qingshu make her a feather cushion. Song Qingshu obediently caught a few colorful green sparrows and brought them back. Shi Xianxue nodded in satisfaction and then set her sights on Li Fuchao. With her body full and warm, she began to indulge in lust. She found the young eunuch this morning particularly attractive. As she reached for Li Fuchao's buttocks, Li Fuchao quickly knocked her unconscious.
Song Qingshu was focused on plucking the fur when it suddenly became quiet behind her. She looked over in confusion.
Li Fuchao was tossing the unconscious Shi Xianxue onto the horse when he saw her looking over. Without batting an eye, he said, "She's asleep."
So, is she still going to make this mat?
Song Qingshu released the green sparrows that were begging for mercy with their wings waving.
When Shi Xianxue woke up again, they had already entered the Central Plains.
The scenery in the Central Plains and the Southern Yue region is completely different. After the beginning of autumn, the first autumn rain fell, and the drizzling rain knocked down the maple leaves. The golden-red maple leaves swirled and covered the bluestone bricks, creating a golden-red velvet carpet in the field of vision.
Shi Xianxue was still not in good spirits. She leaned wearily against the swing in the courtyard, idly observing the busy ant colony in the flower bed.
Although he was still somewhat weak, at least he hadn't become so lustful that he no longer recognized his own family.
After hearing about the heroic deeds of the previous two days from the two men, Shi Xianxue became like a sunflower that could no longer produce sunlight, and insisted that she was possessed by a ghost, warning the two men that she would commit suicide if they mentioned her again.
However, she hadn't seen Wu Xiutang since she woke up. Recalling the horrific scene of bloodshed that day, her heart clenched, and she couldn't describe the feeling. She looked at Song Qingshu with questioning eyes.
Song Qingshu explained simply, saying, "All good things must come to an end. Young Master Wu has done his best to help us repair the seal, and we are naturally grateful. That day, he risked his life to jump into the seal to save you. I thought he must love you, but I never expected him to leave so resolutely."
They searched for a long time and sent out many signals. As long as the spiritual energy of this continent covered it, there was no reason why Young Master Wu would not receive them. So it is very likely that he did not want to come back.
Song Qingshu squeezed her shoulder comfortingly, "Don't be too sad."
She said sincerely, "You are so lovely and kind. Once we get to the capital, there will be plenty of good men for you to choose from. You may not know yet, but your Brother Li is Crown Prince Chaoyun."
How could Shi Xianxue not know? She knew all too well. So when Song Qingshu revealed her true colors, she was caught off guard and stunned for a moment before belatedly showing a surprised expression on her face.
"What?! Brother Li is actually the Crown Prince of Chaoyun! This is truly unexpected! You actually kept this from me."
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