Chapter 102 I Have No Money
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Duan Jiuyou ate a little over half a bowl, but then the pain surged up and he lost his appetite again.
"Liantang" removed the soft pillows that had been propping her up so she could lie flat. She endured the most painful moment, clenched her fists, and said with tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.
"The sweet soup is delicious. Let's keep it warm in the kitchen; I want to eat it again later!"
"Lian Tang" was both amused and exasperated. He felt sorry for her, yet he also found her incredibly endearing; this was the Duan Jiuyou he loved. No matter the circumstances, she possessed an indomitable will to live. She was like a lush, green ivy, with sprawling, tenacious branches that only reached upwards, never downwards.
For the next five days, Duan Jiuyou would ask for food as soon as she woke up. She found that food supplements were more effective for her than medicine, and she recovered about 50-60% in just a few days.
That day, she held a bowl of porridge and ate the salted bone porridge with a spoon. "Liantang" sat beside her and occasionally picked up a piece or two of side dishes for her with his chopsticks.
She obediently accepted the food, like a greedy little bird, chewing on salty porridge and crisp vegetables, and even said to Liantang, "Next time you can put more meat in, I can't get enough, it tastes better and better."
"Liantang" wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and advised, "Although the old ancestor has a good appetite, it is not advisable to eat too much meat. It is better to proceed gradually."
She seemed dissatisfied, frowning as she ate a spoonful of salty porridge.
"Then add an extra piece of meat tomorrow, one with cartilage. It's okay to add an extra piece."
She mumbled that she wanted another piece of meat, and how could "Lotus Pond" not give her one? After she finished eating, they made her lie down, but she kept her eyes open and refused to sleep, her eyes sparkling.
"Lotus Pond" couldn't help but laugh: "Does it not hurt so much anymore?"
Duan Jiuyou said in a good mood, "It's getting better every day. Now when I move my arm, it doesn't hurt like it used to stab my heart."
She then pretended to "swim" a few times, showing off her good condition to the lotus pond. It's strange, really; how could some simple sweet soup and meat porridge be more effective than the miraculous medicines of the Yellow Dust Palace?
"Liantang" looked at Jiuyou and smiled. It was a good thing that she was recovering quickly, but she was not fully cured. She pressed down on Jiuyou's arm and said, "You should rest a little longer. In a few more days, you will be able to get out of bed. Then I will take you out for a walk. The spiritual energy of Dixi Mountain is abundant. With proper nutrition, it will help you recover better."
Jiuyou smiled along with her. As her health improved, her mood was much more cheerful than before. She tilted her head to look at Liantang. Before, she had been sick and hadn't paid attention to Liantang's condition. Now, she looked closely and realized that Liantang's complexion was much worse, and she looked quite sick.
He couldn't help but ask, "How long has it been since you had a proper rest? This won't do. Bring the lotus seedpod in to keep me company, and go rest now."
Previously, Liantang and Lianpeng took turns serving him, but ever since the Yun Hongding was activated, Liantang has never left Duan Jiuyou's side. Jiuyou suspects that Liantang hasn't slept at all these days.
"Liantang" had finally managed to stay by Jiuyou's side, and she was unwilling to leave. She tucked the blanket around Jiuyou.
“How can she be as attentive as me? I’m not tired. I’ll sleep when you sleep. Take a closer look at me. I don’t think I look unwell.”
She moved closer to Duan Jiuyou and used some minor magic. Her pale complexion instantly faded, as if she had quickly added color to herself with a paintbrush, even making her lips a bit brighter.
This subtle change happens in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one can find any flaws.
“But I just saw you—” Duan Jiuyou asked, puzzled.
"It was backlit just now, so it wasn't as clear as it is now."
"Lotus Pond" straightened up and sat back in her previous position.
She often sat at the foot of the bed with her. There was a window beside her, and the sunlight shone behind her, blurring her features and giving her a pale complexion that suggested illness.
Duan Jiuyou felt relieved, but still couldn't help but remind him, "You should also get some sleep. If you're really worried about having someone else serve you, we'll add an extra small couch in this hall so you can sleep more comfortably."
After saying that, she looked at the half-open window and, for no reason, remembered the person she had thrown out.
Di Jiang noticed Duan Jiuyou's change in mood and said seemingly unintentionally, "He actually comes every day."
He dared not tell Duan Jiuyou directly that he was right in front of her, fearing she would kick him out. He was also worried that Jiuyou would think he had really disappeared, so he had Fengchen impersonate him and linger outside the barrier every day.
He said, "He had Feng Nanyu captured and brought back. Now he performs the kneeling ladder performance outside the barrier every day. Today is the fifth day. If the ancestor wants to see some excitement, he can go outside after he recovers from his injuries."
Duan Jiuyou remained silent, her long eyelashes drooping, as if she were contemplating the scene. She didn't look, but she also didn't instruct Liantang to stop her.
Taking advantage of Di Jiang's serious injury, Feng Nanyu deliberately played a trick on her. Her uncle only allowed him to take the bone, but did not allow Feng Nanyu to take the opportunity to tease her.
Feng Nanyu couldn't stand the arrogant attitude of the Heavenly Realm God, who insisted that everyone bow down before him before he would save them. This sharp-tongued and mean-spirited nature should have been tamed long ago. He was as narrow-minded as a chicken, and even if he saved people with his own body, he would lose his virtue. No matter how many merits he accumulated, he would never become a true god.
As for the imperial territory...
She didn't want to think about this person too much, and simply said to Liantang, "Don't worry about them."
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Before going to bed, Duan Jiuyou ate a large bowl of salted meat porridge. She loves it hot, and her lips always turn rosy after eating it. She thought to herself, "This meat is really delicious: What kind of meat is it? Why does it taste different from ordinary meat?"
"Liantang" said, "It's just the neck meat of an ordinary mountain monster. The old ancestor must have been craving meat, so everything tastes delicious to him."
Mountain monsters are man-eating beasts, completely devoid of intelligence and human consciousness. Liantang likes to tame spirit beasts and occasionally catches some mountain monsters to feed them.
After the spirit beasts eat them, they gain memories and can then follow their scents to leave the mountains and help the immortals capture these mountain monsters.
Duan Jiuyou laughed upon hearing this: "So it was because I stole your spirit beasts' food. Please remember this favor. Once I'm fully recovered, I'll personally catch a few fresh ones for them to eat."
"Liantang" laughed along, "Then you'd better get better soon."
She covered her with a blanket, blew out a few silk flower lamps, dimming the light, and lit a calming incense burner. Before long, Jiuyou fell asleep.
"Lotus Pond" waited until her breathing stabilized before stepping out of the bedroom. Outside the barrier, the vassals disguised as "Imperial Territory" were still "drifting" outside the barrier.
He had been drifting here for five days, watching his lord move between the bedroom and the kitchen every day. He didn't understand these matters of love and affection, but he felt that his lord was going to be exhausted for the sake of a woman.
He stopped near the kitchen and used telepathy to communicate with Di Jiang.
“You just suffered a backlash last time, and then you used your heart’s blood to heal Duan Jiuyou, which greatly damaged your primordial spirit.”
The Emperor said it's none of your business!
The vassal could only keep quiet, and after a while he said to him, "Duan Jiuyou can heal on his own without drinking blood, it's just that he will be in pain for a few more days."
Di Jiang said impatiently, "Don't you have anything else to say?"
The vassal said yes, and honestly reported the current situation of the barbarian tribe.
"You haven't returned yet, and the court officials are getting anxious. They've secretly split into two factions. One, led by Xue Ciyi, plans to continue courting Ao Zong and coax Duan Jiuyou back to become our Empress. As long as Ao Zong is on our side, we have a sure chance of winning the struggle against Tiansheng. The other faction advocates war, believing that Duan Jiuyou, having lost the Bone of Painlessness, might no longer interfere in the affairs of the two clans. They proposed directly attacking Tiansheng, and the result—"
"As a result, Xue Ciyi ran into Tiansheng's people on the way before he even reached Dixi Mountain. Some of Tiansheng's people shared his idea and hoped to gain the support of Aozong. So the group that advocated war didn't fight, but the group that was trying to win over Aozong started a fight on the way."
After Emperor Jiang finished speaking on behalf of his vassal.
The two clans are facing the same situation and have similar thoughts. The emperors of both clans are watching from the sidelines and have not made any moves. However, there are always impatient courtiers who want to get involved.
"What has Bai Yanxing been busy with lately?" Di Jiang asked his minister.
"There was no movement; our people only saw him reviewing memorials in the Hall of Diligent Governance."
Di Jiang chuckled. What's the point of approving memorials now? Should we continue repairing the seventy-two divine continents, or rebuild the dilapidated palaces for the elders of the thirty-six clans?
If the Desolate Clan destroys Tiansheng, everything Bai Yanxing is doing now will be a waste of their efforts. Even if Tiansheng wins in the end, the current construction will be followed by another fierce battle, and the entire construction will have to be rebuilt.
Di Jiang said, "There's no need to send anyone to keep an eye on Bai Yanxing anymore; he's no longer in the Hall of Diligent Governance."
The vassal was somewhat surprised: "You mean, he left a fake body in the Hall of Diligent Governance and went somewhere else?"
"Probably." Di Jiang rolled up his sleeves and prepared the "ingredients" that Jiu You would need for tomorrow in front of the stove.
He wasn't sure exactly where they went, but he was definitely with Little Huang.
There is nothing in this world that the wordless book does not know. It can foresee the future, but cannot speak of it. It can observe the past and speak of it. As long as Lingbao gives enough, it can give them the answers they want.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Bai Yanxing had pressed him with this question that very night.
Di Jiang's answer was: "I have no money. Don't you know that Ten Realms Coins are not valid in the Heavenly Realm? Giving him coins is like sending paper money to a living person. What use is paper money to him?"
Another point is that Little Master Huang was terrified of him. He sent someone with the God-Slaying Blade to take his life. If he saw him, he would probably be scared into a useless piece of paper.
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