Chapter 111 Finally I woke up and knew that whether it hurt or not, it was no use telling me. ...
"Everyone, let's go back first. Staying here is just a waste of time." After Dianxing finished conveying Sect Leader Shen's message, before he could continue speaking, he was interrupted by Aunt Zhang, "Dianxing, why don't you go and tell Sect Leader Shen and Young Master Jiang that we really didn't come here to cause trouble this time? We just wanted to express our gratitude to Young Master Jiang."
“He was so badly injured, and we just ignored him. What kind of explanation is that?”
“Yes, Dianxing, or you can give these medicinal herbs we prepared to Young Master Jiang and the others. Although they won’t be of much use, they are a token of our goodwill.”
“The Fuyou Palace has set up a barrier, so I can’t get in either. If Sect Master Shen and the others don’t come out, no one can get in,” Dianxing said truthfully. “Let’s go back first and take good care of our health. Don’t blindly believe other things next time. Since Young Master Jiang rescued you, it means he’s not angry.”
"When can we see Young Master Jiang again? At least let us thank him in person." A group of people echoed, their voices carrying far. Zhou Qingnu's expression froze, lost in thought.
She had wanted to catch a glimpse of Young Master Jiang from afar through the crowd, but to her surprise, he didn't show up. Was he unwilling to see these ungrateful people?
She had gone even further than those people. She had always known that Young Master Jiang had saved Xiaoying, and she knew that Young Master Jiang was innocent, but she still joined the crowd in becoming a "beast" who stood opposite Jiang Yu, insulting and even hurting him.
Dianxing shook his head, but seeing Sect Master Shen's expression, his heart sank. Even though this matter had nothing to do with him, Dianxing was still afraid. He was afraid that if Young Master Jiang was too badly injured, Shen Jiuxu would become emotionally unstable, and he was even more afraid that they would stop caring about worldly affairs from then on.
"I don't know either, it's up to Young Master Jiang himself."
Having said all he could, Dianxing stopped exchanging pleasantries and turned to enter the sect. The cold stone steps were filled with people, their expressions a mixture of panic and sorrow. They waited for a long time, until night fell and the cold wind whipped their faces and clothes fluttered, before finally giving up and angrily cursing those around them as they returned home.
"Mother, are we leaving too?"
Xiaoying looked up at the woman beside her, her heart filled with self-blame and guilt. Often, carefree people are happy, while overly concerned people are worried all day long. As for her, she always felt guilty after a moment of obsession.
This feeling tormented Zhou Qingnu; she didn't know how to face Shen Wuke and the people from Qingyun Ladder.
“Xiaoying, how about we move to another place?” Zhou Qingnu took the child’s hand and walked down the steps. “Your father lives in another town all the time, all alone. Let’s go and stay with him for a while.”
"Why can't Dad come back?"
“…Because…he’s very busy over there, shall we go and help him?” Zhou Qingnu stopped, squatted down, looked into Xiaoying’s eyes, and her voice choked up again. “Mother will pack her things when she gets home, and we’ll go over first thing tomorrow morning.”
"All right."
Xiao Ying was still a child at heart. Although he didn't know why he suddenly wanted to go find his father, he had to agree since his mother had said so. "Will we come back? I haven't thanked Young Master Jiang yet."
"There will be time."
The figures of the mother and son grew farther and farther away, becoming increasingly blurry. Dianxing hadn't actually gone far; he was still standing in a secluded spot inside the Shenwuke Sect. He sighed, ultimately unable to say whether people were right or wrong. Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. Anyone in that situation would inevitably make the same choice.
Dianxing couldn't guarantee what would happen to him either; he could only be thankful that he wasn't involved.
The candle burned out, and Shen Jiuxu's nerves were on edge. The sudden change from bright to dim light startled him.
He initially thought something had happened, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was because the candle had gone out. He got up, went to the table, and replaced it with two new candles. The burning candlelight made him feel at ease, as if it were Jiang Yu's lifeline; he was terrified that something bad had happened.
He had set up dozens of layers of barriers around the Fuyou Palace, so no one except Jiang Yu and himself could enter. He was a tree born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and was exceptionally sensitive to changes in the spiritual energy of the world, able to detect even the slightest changes.
For the past two months, Jiang Yu has been surrounded by an unusually fierce yet pure spiritual energy. Shen Jiuxu noticed that it was heavenly lightning, and his ascension day was approaching.
I'm afraid it's very close.
But it was precisely at this perilous moment that Jiang Yu was seriously injured. He was very afraid that something unexpected might happen along the way. Jiang Yu had waited so many years for this heavenly lightning, but now Shen Jiuxu dared not guarantee the outcome.
He could only do his best to wait until that day. If the heavenly lightning was too merciless, Shen Jiuxu had already come up with a plan to deal with it. His Daoist partner had already been injured and could not be injured again.
Shen Jiuxu picked up the teacup on the table, dipped the spoon into it a few times, and moistened Jiang Yu's lips to prevent them from becoming so dry and chapped.
Two days and one night passed, and Shen Jiuxu sat by the bed watching Jiang Yu, sending him spiritual energy whenever he was weak.
Fortunately, fate was on his side. As night fell again, Jiang Yu woke up. Shen Jiuxu felt his wrist being grabbed and he immediately woke up from his drowsy state.
"Jiang Yu".
No other name can replace Jiang Yu's name; it's as if calling him by his full name would give Shen Jiuxu profound support.
He has a sense of security.
"I'm here."
The voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable power. Shen Jiuxu's eyes stung. He rarely cried in front of Jiang Yu, or rather, he had never truly cried in front of Jiang Yu.
In the past, his tears were mostly for pouting or for certain difficult moments. Tears served as a catalyst for the relationship between the two of them. But now it's different. For the first time, he realized that tears also carry other meanings.
Perhaps it was heartache, or perhaps it was lingering fear, but more than anything, it was the joy and excitement of regaining what was lost. Shen Jiuxu was glad that Jiang Yu had woken up. His uneasy heart, which had been restless for days, was soothed by Jiang Yu's words, "I'm here," and he became relaxed and calm.
All his emotions arose because of Jiang Yu, and fell because of Jiang Yu. All his ups and downs were attributed to Jiang Yu. As long as Jiang Yu was by his side, Shen Jiuxu would be content.
"You seem to... need to go to sleep."
Jiang Yu's voice was still hoarse. He had been unconscious for several days. Although he was supported by Shen Jiuxu's spiritual power, he eventually became weak due to excessive spiritual power depletion.
"Drink some water first. You've been unconscious for two days and two nights."
Water dripped from the rim of the bowl onto the bedding. Jiang Yu shook her head. "Come up and get some sleep. I'm fine."
Shen Jiuxu couldn't refuse him, so he had to walk over to the side. He hadn't taken off his coat yet and leaned against Jiang Yu's side.
What happened to your hand?
Because of his excessive familiarity and understanding of Shen Jiuxu, Jiang Yu quickly realized that something was wrong. Shen Jiuxu would never wear an outer robe to bed in the past.
No wonder he had kept one hand inside his sleeve and was wearing overly loose clothes; it turned out he was trying to hide his injured hand. Jiang Yu, disregarding his own injury, turned over to check on Shen Jiuxu's condition.
"I was just cut by something."
Left with no other choice, Shen Jiuxu had to make up a random excuse. In the past, his injury would have healed very quickly, but because he had forcibly mixed Jiang Yu's blood to use Xian Chen, his body suffered a backlash, and his healing technique was not as good as before, so much so that a deep scar remained.
He deliberately covered it with his sleeve so as not to worry Jiang Yu, but he didn't expect it to be discovered anyway.
"What could possibly hurt me like this? What a coincidence!" Jiang Yu wasn't easily fooled by his words. He glared at Chen Jiuxu. "If it were just a simple scratch, you would have been crying to me by now. Why are you silent now?"
"Cough cough—"
He spoke too quickly in his haste and couldn't help coughing again. Before he lost consciousness, Jiang Yu had sensed the depletion of his spiritual energy. He knew his body very well and was about to say something when his gaze suddenly froze.
"Was it caused by Xian Chen?"
No wonder he woke up so quickly. Jiang Yu had estimated that he would be unconscious for ten days to half a month, so he wanted to tell Shen Jiuxu at the last moment so that he wouldn't worry. But he didn't expect that he would faint before Shen Jiuxu came to his bedside, which made him even more worried.
"You used the Xian Chen sword to save me? You must have gone to great lengths to make the Xian Chen sword recognize its master."
“We are Daoist partners, and it knows that.”
After Jiang Yu woke up, Xian Chen sneaked out through the crack in the window. After all, Shen Jiuxu sometimes said that hitting was just a casual joke, but Jiang Yu, its dear master, was really serious!
He has never told a lie, and he has never missed a single beating.
It was really guilty. If Shen Jiuxu hadn't forced it and used Jiang Yu's blood pressure to control it, Xian Chen would never have helped Shen Jiuxu with this favor.
"Let me check the wound."
Jiang Yu ignored his words. Didn't he know what his sword looked like? Seeing that this trick was useless, Shen Jiuxu had no choice but to lie there obediently, exposing his wrist for Jiang Yu to examine carefully. "It doesn't hurt, it's just a minor injury."
“I know if it hurts or not, it’s no use telling me.” Jiang Yu touched his hand, stepped over Shen Jiuxu, lay down on his other side, next to the wound, and then slowly leaned into Shen Jiuxu’s arms.
The strong, steady heartbeat and the warmth emanating from Shen Jiuxu were Jiang Yu's guarantee of sleep. He kissed the wound and said, "Don't do this next time, it hurts me."
"But I also feel sorry for you. When I saw you collapse in front of me, my heart panicked." Shen Jiuxu couldn't lie about this. No matter how nice he sounded now, it wouldn't stop him from doing anything to save Jiang Yu if something like this happened again.
The two faced each other, their bodies pressed together, their heartbeats mingling. In this enclosed space, they were like two wounded animals, exposing their wounds to each other, allowing the other to examine them and lick them.
"Jiang Yu, no matter where I go, I will find a way to be by your side."
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