Chapter 101 Can you read palms?
The old ancestor was determined to die.
The cauldron wasn't large, about the same size as an incense burner usually used on a table. Di Jiang carried the cauldron over, his crimson robes fading from dark to light, transforming into the shape of a lotus pond as he walked. His expression was extremely cold, and he glanced at Bai Yanxing with a slight raised eyebrow.
"Aren't you leaving yet? Want to see me burn the cauldron?"
Curiosity arose in Bai Yanxing's eyes, almost like the feeling of a high-achieving student in a classroom facing a classmate who has blatantly skipped school—there was always some incomprehension.
Both being rulers of the same clan, Bai Yanzheng had numerous administrative duties and had to attend court every day. Di Jiang, however, was able to abandon everything and stay at Dixi Mountain, just as he had said he would.
Both were interested in Jiuyou, but he followed the rules and even expressed his feelings subtly, while Dijiang could be shameless.
Bai Yanxing reminded Di Jiang: "Men and women are different. Even if you transform into the shape of a lotus pond, you are not a woman. It will be inconvenient to take care of you. This is not in accordance with the rules."
Di Jiang continued walking without stopping: "I will take care of my own wife. What's inconvenient about that? There are differences between men and women, but what's the difference between husband and wife?"
When his mother was sick, his father took care of her and wouldn't let anyone else interfere.
Bai Yanxing said, "Jiuyou has severed all ties with you."
"so what?"
Di Jiang looked at Bai Yanxing as if he were looking at a complete idiot.
So, if things are broken off, there's no point in trying anymore? If he does nothing and is blocked outside the barrier, will Jiuyou's anger really subside? The angrier he gets, the more he needs to be coaxed; if it goes on for too long, resentment will truly fester and turn into sorrow.
Bai Yanxing followed Di Jiang to the courtyard to light the cauldron. Disciples had already prepared firewood in advance. "Lotus Pond" threw the cauldron on the ground, and the Yunhong Cauldron instantly swelled to the height of half a person.
She squatted down to light the fire and instructed them, "I can watch it by myself. You go to the kitchen and prepare the sweet soup. Put some glutinous rice and a small amount of red lingzhi fruit in it and cook it together. Don't make it too sweet."
Bai Yanxing had to admit that Di Jiang was meticulous. The Heavenly Realm possessed abundant spiritual energy, yet it couldn't sustain the severely injured Duan Jiuyou. To restore his strength, he needed to replenish his energy through food. The Red Spirit Fruit, with its nourishing and energy-replenishing properties, was indeed the best choice.
The disciples responded and left, leaving only "Lotus Pond" and Bai Yanxing in the courtyard.
"Liantang" squatted in front of Yunhongding, poking the fire with a tree branch, and said, "Just say what you want to say. I'm going in to keep Jiuyou company."
He didn't believe Bai Yanxing was really that free. The reason he followed him back must be because he wanted to talk to him alone.
Bai Yanxing smiled and decided to be frank.
"I want to ask you, did you actually slay the dragon at Longquan Ridge?"
This is the greatest enmity between the two races. The Imperial Frontier responded to this matter a year ago, but no one in the Dragon Clan believed it at the time. The Dragon Clan immortals who were fortunate enough to survive testified that it was him, and the Dragon Clan soldiers who rushed to rescue him also saw him.
Di Jiang stood up, looked at Bai Yanxing, and without saying a word, grabbed his right hand.
He had the same question. Was Bai Yanxing the one who massacred the wild people at Mount Da'ai? He had stabbed his dragon claw, so why didn't he even have a scar on his hand?
This was the second time Di Jiang had seen Bai Yanxing's hand. The first time was during the "young wolf" period, which made Bai Yanxing feel extremely disgusted, and he used some force to pull his hand away.
"You can read palms?"
Di Jiang retorted: You think I want to see you?
He countered Bai Yanxing's question: "Does your dragon clan have any miraculous medicines for healing and curing injuries?"
Bai Yanxing, unaware of the situation, still answered truthfully: "It depends on the type and severity of the injury."
Di Jiang made a sword-finger gesture with both hands, pointing them towards his palms.
"The wound that cleaved the heavens passed through here, tearing open the skin and flesh, and piercing through the dragon's bones."
Bai Yanxing understood immediately: "You mean, you pierced my palm on Mount Da'ai?"
Di Jiang once said that he saw Bai Yanxing kill someone on Mount Da Ai. At that time, the two of them had some doubts, but they were blinded by anger. Now that they have calmed down and thought about it, perhaps someone was indeed behind it.
If that's the case, who exactly is orchestrating this behind the scenes? And what is their purpose in doing so?
"Tell me, within this Heavenly Realm, who possesses such transformation techniques that they can deceive our eyes?"
After speaking, Di Jiang left. He had no answer, nor the time or inclination to ponder these matters. Since Bai Yanxing was curious, he could leave it to him to investigate.
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Inside the bedchamber, Duan Jiuyou was still leaning against the bed, waiting for news from Liantang. His long hair was draped over the soft pillow, and he looked listless, like a crumpled piece of silk.
Di Jiang felt a sharp pain in his heart. She had been putting on a brave face when she snapped at him earlier, but now that she thought he was gone, she had completely lost her temper.
Duan Jiuyou looked out the window, where there was a broken straight-lattice window. Half an hour ago, she had thrown Di Jiang out from here. She kept looking at it, as if she could see his face again. Her eyes turned cold, and she suddenly became fierce: "Have someone guard it and keep an eye on it!"
She hated him, refused to see him again, clenched her fists, and pursed her lips. A sudden surge of emotion caused a sharp pain in her chest, unsure whether it was from anger or physical pain.
Emperor Jiang, who had transformed into the shape of a lotus pond, quickly reassured him: "I'll go and give the order right away. Don't get agitated. If he dares to come again, I'll tear him to pieces with my own hands!"
"Tear it apart!"
Duan Jiuyou followed "Liantang's" lead. After settling her in, "Liantang" turned and went out to instruct her disciples to keep watch at night. Duan Jiuyou watched her go out and come back in, making sure everything was arranged properly before finally feeling relieved and falling asleep exhausted.
Di Jiang sat by the bedside, looking at her with eyes full of tenderness.
He had planned everything meticulously, so why couldn't he have imagined that she would exchange her painless bone for his life? He was always pushing her, worried that she didn't love him enough, but in reality, she had already given him everything.
She gave up the chance to end her divine life, although this was just a hoax, but Jiuyou, unaware of the truth, had genuinely struggled with it.
He knew the truth but didn't tell her, even using the deception to test her sincerity. If he were Jiuyou, he wouldn't just refuse to see her again, he'd deserve to be killed!
Someone appeared outside the window. It was Feng Chen and Xue Ciyi, who had gone to capture Feng Nanyu. Di Jiang gave them a look, signaling them to wait for him in the shadows. A moment later, he came to the back hall of the palace and strolled under the moonlight, gradually revealing his true colors.
Raising his eyes, a beam of magical light spread out, instantly transforming into a ten-directional sword formation that pierced into Feng Nanyu's body!
The sword pierced into his body and then transformed into a hundred sharp thorns that continued to torment him. Feng Nanyu, having lost his silent spell, could only cry out in pain silently.
What good could come of falling into the hands of the imperial court? Feng Nanyu knew from the moment he was captured by the vassal that he would suffer a fate worse than death.
Emperor Jiang watched Feng Nanyu writhe on the ground, suffering torture, before finally removing the magic array.
"How can I alleviate Jiuyou's pain? Is your body even of any use?"
“I’m useless… but don’t rush to do it! You can, your heart’s blood can! The blood of the Sky-Splitting Hou can stop all pain and heal all wounds, but the Hou tribe is fierce and brutal, and no one dares to hunt it for medicinal purposes, so it is not recorded in the medical books.”
"How dare you!" Xue Ciyi and Feng Chen were both furious.
A light shone in Di Jiang's eyes; this was good news for him. He squatted down to look at Feng Nanyu and smiled contentedly.
"You'd better tell the truth. If my blood is useful, I'll spare your life. If not, I'll turn you into a pile of useless medical waste!"
Feng Nanyu nodded vigorously: "Even real gold isn't as real as this!"
...
Duan Jiuyou could see the lotus pond as soon as she opened her eyes. It seemed that she didn't need to sleep; as long as she was awake, the lotus pond would always be by her side.
The broken straight-lattice window had been replaced with a new one. Liantang sat by her bedside, looking at her with concern and perhaps a hint of affection in his eyes.
Duan Jiuyou felt he must be in too much pain to think straight. He rubbed his eyes and sat up halfway, saying, "Don't you need to sleep?"
Liantang smiled and said, "Ancestor, it's daytime now."
daytime?
Duan Jiuyou squinted to observe. Since returning from Longxi Mountain, she had been in so much pain that she had lost track of time. A faint light shone through the straight window, as if it had just dawned.
Liantang said, "It's already noon. The Yunhongding barrier is floating above Dixi Mountain, blocking some of the light. It won't be clear for another hour or two. Are you hungry? I've had some sweet soup prepared. Would you like some?"
Duan Jiuyou shook his head and said he didn't want to eat. Facing the lotus pond, he no longer forced himself to eat and patted his chest, saying, "It hurts, it's uncomfortable inside."
Her voice was soft, like a kitten's, and her expression was extremely aggrieved.
"Liantang" felt sorry for Jiuyou, but was afraid that excessive worry and regret would arouse Jiuyou's suspicion, so she softened her voice and said, "You haven't eaten for a long time, and your body is too weak, which is not good for your recovery. It's better to eat less."
After speaking, she ordered someone to bring in the sweet soup. Duan Jiuyou sniffed; she liked the sweet aroma of the red spirit fruit. Seeing that she didn't refuse, "Lotus Pond" added an extra soft pillow for Duan Jiuyou, took the sweet soup from the lotus seedpod, tested the temperature, and then brought it to Jiuyou's lips.
Duan Jiuyou took a small bite. The sweet soup was warm, with a suitable amount of honey added, so it wasn't too sweet. It slid down his throat and into his body, feeling incredibly comforting. Then came the second bite, the third bite…
The sweet soup seemed to contain more than just red ginseng fruit; it had a rather unique aroma, though it was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was.
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