Chapter 63 A white-haired person burying a black-haired person
The old ancestor was determined to die.
For the next twelve hours, Duan Jiuyou did not leave Di Jiang's side for a moment. She took off her shoes, climbed over the sleeping Di Jiang and onto the bed, sleeping on the inside as was her habit.
The two of them usually lay like this, and they were still like this now. The room was a bit bright, and she waved her sleeve to extinguish two of them. She still had some magical power, and she could easily control things like extinguishing candles, opening and closing doors, and opening and closing windows.
However, he didn't think much of these tricks, saying that even human magicians knew more tricks than she did.
His mouth has always been sharp, as if he grew up chewing on razor blades. She's not a magic cultivator, what's the point of knowing so many things? If she had both martial arts skills and magic cultivation strength, how powerful would she be? No one can afford to offend her now.
But she couldn't get angry at him. It was as if she had gotten used to it. When the two of them were together, he was always the one who was more "dramatic". When he got angry, she would coax him. When he insulted her, she would not say a word. She had spoiled him to this extent, so what was there to complain about?
He suddenly felt guilty towards him. Both times he had suffered severe injuries, it was because of her. Last time, his primordial spirit was shattered, and this time it was the poison of the Resurrection Grass. He didn't want to take that Resurrection Grass with him, but she insisted that he carry it in his bosom, needlessly causing him this torment. What kind of loyal subject was she? How could she shamelessly say in the future, "I am of great use"? She couldn't even protect him; she was practically there to kill him.
My gaze shifted again to his face.
Upon closer inspection, it didn't seem as serious as Yan Kuo had described. Although his face was pale, his lips still had a touch of red. She thought about it carefully and suspected that it was from the heat she had caused when she rushed to give him the medicine. She had panicked at the time and only wanted to save his life, so she guessed that it shouldn't have been too hot, otherwise his mouth would definitely be full of blisters by now.
Thinking of this, she lifted his lips again to examine them, making sure there were no blisters and his teeth were still quite white. Then she put them down, feeling a mix of melancholy and感慨 (gǎnkǎi - mixed feelings of regret and admiration). She really wasn't good at taking care of people. In her tens of millions of years of divine life, she had only "cooked" a few pots of eggs. These eggs grew freely and became her disciples, which was much less troublesome for her than the Imperial Frontier.
Now that troublesome person is lying down, even if they wake up, they only have three months to live.
What can you do in three months? Not enough to recover your health! Thinking this, hatred arose again. She felt that she should have just strangled that guy surnamed Bai to death. Of course, the process wouldn't have been so pleasant. She would have gradually reduced her strength, crushed his internal organs little by little, and then let go, letting him go back to recuperate, bedridden, without medicine or food, unable to die, and prolonging his life for several months before finally taking his last breath!
Di Jiang was unaware that his illness was practically unleashing the demonic nature within Duan Jiuyou. She was a childlike person, which allowed her to maintain a pure heart even at the age of seventy million. It was also because of this purity that she possessed a straightforward cruelty that ordinary immortals lacked.
Fortunately, Duan Jiuyou still retained her rationality and considered the overall situation. If Bai Tingxu died here, Bai Yanxing would definitely send people to investigate.
Thinking this, she was both annoyed with herself and angry with Di Jiang. She was stupid; how could someone as shrewd as him fall for Bai Tingxu's tricks?
She stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes opening and closing repeatedly. After a moment's thought, she grabbed his hand and felt his pulse. His breathing was too shallow; she had to hold his hand to know if he was alive.
I didn't sleep a wink all night.
The sunlight rose from the horizon, illuminating the entire Flaming Mountain in crimson. The light broke through the windows, first casting a half-foot shadow on the hinged windows, then extending into the room like a surging, crimson sea, silently approaching and pressing closer.
She blinked in the light, calculating the time: two hours left, one hour more, and...
Half an hour.
Duan Jiuyou couldn't lie still any longer. She sat up with a furrowed brow, feeling more tormented than ever before in her life! She changed to a cross-legged position, her heart burning with anger. She stared intently, hoping and yearning, leaning over Di Jiang as if she absolutely had to make him listen to her words.
"That old man Yan Kuo is actually not very capable. His grandmaster, a Great Perfection Golden Immortal, was the best among the medical masters. It's a pity he's gone, otherwise, why would we listen to his nonsense?"
"Can we trust what he says? He said before that the fire-eating beast was beyond saving, but we cured it, didn't we? It's clear he's stuck in his ways."
"But in this realm, it's hard to find another person whose medical skills are comparable to his. This doesn't mean you're beyond saving, it just means that each generation is worse than the last!"
She was so engrossed in cursing that she didn't notice Di Jiang's knuckles twitching.
“I have had many old friends, but none of them lived as long as I have. I have seen them all go, and each time I send one off, I feel an overwhelming sadness. But they were all very old before they passed away. You are so young, how can I, an old man, send off a young person?”
Emperor Jiang had just gone through a period of excruciating pain and had barely regained consciousness when he heard these treasonous words.
He disliked her calling herself superior in front of him, deliberately elevating their seniority. He couldn't help but scoff inwardly: Who do you think you are to me? And the phrase "a white-haired person burying a black-haired person"—is that how you use it? Her magic is useless, and her knowledge is lacking. What has she learned in all her years?!
Unfortunately, I couldn't control my body or speak, so I could only listen to her muttering to herself, and the more I listened, the more incoherent it became!
Duan Jiuyou said, "That old bastard Yan Kuo actually asked me if you were my newly found immortal partner. How could we be immortal partners? You are the emperor and I am your subject. Don't I have that much sense of propriety?"
Di Jiang: What sense do you have? Haven't you done enough things that show a lack of restraint with me?
"Besides, with your temperament, we won't get along for long. You have a much worse temper than Zhao Fengchen. I didn't even get along with him for long, let alone you."
Dijiang: You're comparing me to someone who can't even ride a cloud?
"To be honest, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen, but you have a sharp tongue, a bad temper, are jealous, and are petty."
Di Jiang: Your twelve former immortal partners all lust after seeing good-looking people. Take Bai Yanxing for example, you have no feelings for him, but his feelings for you are definitely not pure. You are carrying a lot of emotional debts and you blame me for being jealous.
How could you have the nerve to do that?
These words blurted out, and only then did Di Jiang realize he had the strength to speak. He opened his eyes, propped himself up, and his thin figure and sickly face gave off an air of "I have to make this clear to you even before I die."
—Are you bullying me just because you're older than me?
—Is it because I'm the "older sister" that you don't take me seriously?
—I've tried everything I could, but I still can't warm your heart?
Lord Wilderness gritted his teeth in anger, intending to immediately argue with the person in front of him, but he was stunned when he saw Duan Jiuyou in front of him.
She looked much more haggard, her eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. The Duan Jiuyou in her memory, with his rosy cheeks and vibrant life, seemed to have fallen seriously ill and suffered greatly, just like her, and looked as if he had lost his soul.
She stared at him intently, her lips trembling, and after a long while, she finally managed to say in a trembling voice, "You're awake?"
How could anyone possibly criticize Duan Jiuyou like this?!
Di Jiang looked stunned, and it took him a long time to find his voice.
"I……"
I never expected her to be in such a hurry, I never expected her to have tormented herself like this.
Duan Jiuyou's nose tingled, and before he could say anything more, she had already filled her eyes with tears and threw herself into his arms.
This was the first time she had ever taken the initiative to throw herself into his arms, and it happened in such a heartbreaking situation. Her body was weak, and her tears were hot, each one landing on his heart.
Di Jiang panicked and, a beat too slow, hugged Jiu You. He had never seen her cry, much less her anxiety. This was different from what he had expected, and also different from what he had just heard.
She said, "Do you know that there are only one quarter left until the twelve hours are up? Are you trying to scare people to death by sleeping for so long? I waited from night to day, and the rising sun was like an impermanent force that came to take you away. Even if I wanted to stop it, I couldn't do anything about it."
"Do you know how important you are to me? You are my life! How can I live without you? How can I go on living?"
When had Emperor Jiang ever heard such sweet words of love from her? Amidst his great pain, a surge of joy rose within him. Unfortunately, this sweetness was fleeting, quickly turning to ice in his heart.
Duan Jiuyou said, "You are the destined ruler of the Three Realms. If you are gone, the Three Realms will surely be in chaos! When the heavenly calamity descends, all living beings will suffer, and I will become a sinner for all time. How can I bear this responsibility? How can I answer to my ancestors who ascended to the Thirty-Six Heavens?"
Di Jiang closed his eyes, his heart trembling, his lips pressed into a straight line.
"I'm a person who cares about my reputation! If I really incur divine retribution, how many people will curse me? I can't talk back, and I won't die, but wouldn't that be torture?"
"Duan Jiuyou." Di Jiang gritted his teeth, knowing full well that this "old thing" wouldn't easily shed so many tears for him!
"I served as a high-ranking official for nine dynasties," she continued, oblivious to the danger. "Although I had some minor flaws, I was diligent and hardworking, and my contributions were great. If I were to leave behind a bad reputation because of your death..."
“Duan Jiuyou,” Di Jiang interrupted.
"I'd die for you if our identities could be switched." She didn't hear him at all.
"Duan Jiuyou!"
"Forehead?"
Startled by his rebuke, she looked up. She had been crying so hard, her mouth agape like a child's, her eyes swollen like two rotten peaches, her lips red and swollen, her nose bright red—she looked utterly heartbroken.
Di Jiang stared at her, his anger rising. Could he bear it? No! Were those words she spoke even human language? Certainly not!
He remained conflicted and resentful in his heart, and finally looked away.
"Stop it!"
"Why?" Duan Jiuyou hadn't yet realized the problem.
Di Jiang was too lazy to argue with her, so he made an excuse, saying, "I have a headache."
Headache?
Duan Jiuyou abruptly pulled away from Di Jiang's embrace, got off the bed barefoot, and said to the door, "Quickly call Yan Kuo in!"
Di Jiang woke up, which was something Yan Kuo could have predicted. His master, a Great Perfection Golden Immortal, had used two secret formulas on Di Jiang. If he didn't wake up, wouldn't he be ruining his own reputation?
However, this secret formula could only give Di Jiang three months to live at most. Even if his master came in person, he could only save him to this extent. However, Di Jiang's pulse gave Yan Kuo an unexpected surprise.
"That's really strange."
He felt the pulse of the imperial realm, sometimes puzzled, sometimes speechless, and sometimes scrutinizing it endlessly.
What did you feed him?
"How exactly is he?"
Duan Jiuyou and Yan Kuo spoke up almost simultaneously.
Duan Jiuyou asked anxiously, "What can he eat? He's been unconscious for twelve hours without eating a single grain of rice. He just woke up and called you here. Tell me, what did you diagnose?"
Yan Kuo looked surprised and said that his pulse was stable, "He has recovered completely."
"What do you mean by 'fully recovered'?" Duan Jiuyou looked at Yan Kuo and then at Di Jiang: "You mean he's completely healed?!"
Yan Kuo shook his head, maintaining the rigor of a physician, and said, "The coldness in the body is still there."
"What about the poison of the Grief Grass?" Duan Jiuyou pressed.
"It's gone."
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