Chapter 107: Bone-biting and master-biting, your deception and chaos are worse than the two of them combined...
Qing Guiyu felt cold all over, and in this summer night breeze, even her fingertips seemed to be frozen through.
What is going upside down, what is the outbreak of love poison, what is life hanging by a thread.
All of these are his plans to win over people's hearts and minds.
He wasn't dying, he just... wanted her to think he was. He wanted her to soften her heart, to worry about him, to pull him off the path of hatred that led to the murder of his entire family, to bring him to her side.
And she, Qing Guiyu, a self-proclaimed intelligent and experienced itinerant doctor, was deceived step by step by his most honest lies.
I even felt pity for his "confused" emotions and was thinking about how to remove the fatal needle for him in the future.
She saved him, and he lied to her. She worried about him, and he used that worry as his most effective weapon.
Lu Guiyan's face was as cold as ice, and he turned his head away in disgust.
She was left alone, looking at the three golden needles, the pale skin, and the sad and beautiful face.
Young Master Jinsheng disguised his suffering piece by piece, just to show her. His pretense was so sincere and flawless that she almost believed him, thinking he had saved a beautiful cat on the verge of death, in need of pity.
But this cat, with the calmest mind, anticipated her every step closer and every softening of heart.
The woman in palace dress, Madam Wei, was obviously not an ordinary person who would be blinded by romantic affairs.
She looked at him, then at the three golden needles on his chest, and then at Qing Guiyu, whose face was ashen, standing beside her. The doubt in her eyes turned into a clear and cautious look.
After years of immersion in palace secrets and court intrigues, she fully understood the difference between Shen Yan, who was driven by hatred and ambition, and Shen Xiansheng, who was controlled by love, life and death.
It goes without saying which one is easier to grasp.
"Okay." Madam Wei said, "What do you want?"
"Look," Shen Juansheng laughed, "my life is in Miss Qing's hands. If she wants me to live, I can live. If she wants me to die..."
He did not say anything else, but gently gathered his clothes together again and said,
"Sister, you saw it with your own eyes. I also have a way to prolong your life."
"I want my sister, and neither of us can help each other. So that my father and I can have a good chat after our separation." Shen Juansheng nodded, even showing a bit of filial sincerity. "After all, blood is thicker than water."
It gave Mrs. Wei a way out and a choice.
—She would just sit back and watch. Waiting for the father and son to decide the winner before she negotiated terms with the victor was indeed the best strategy.
Chen Yan's expression finally turned completely gloomy.
"Madam Wei," he said coldly, "Do you really want to believe this beast's lies?"
Madam Wei simply bowed slightly and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Old Pavilion Master, all I ask for is the method to prolong my life. As for the affairs of the Tianji Pavilion, it is not convenient for outsiders like us to interfere."
"Wei Qiong," Chen Yan said sternly, "you'd better think it through. Making an alliance with this beast is like trying to get the skin of a tiger." "Old Pavilion Master Shen is right," Madam Wei smiled coldly, "but trying to get the skin of a tiger is better than becoming its pawn and having nothing left of you in the end."
"Chen Tianji," she turned around and looked at Shen Jiansheng, her tone flat, "If you can relieve the Queen Mother's worries, the Northern Dynasty will be your most stable ally. Whether you want the Tianji Pavilion or the world, we can help you."
Remove the firewood from under the cauldron.
In this way, in front of everyone, he used himself as a hostage to forcibly pry away Shen Yan's most important chess piece.
"Sister, you are wise." Young Master Jin Sheng turned his head, his gaze still fixed on Qing Guiyu, and said softly, "I told you, I don't want her to worry about me anymore. That's it."
This attitude made Mrs. Wei's confidence completely tilt.
The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became extremely strange.
Lu Guiyan stood with his sword in hand, but the chilling aura of his sword had subsided slightly. He stared at the absurd scene before him, his brow furrowed.
Madam Wei stepped back and clapped her hands at the black-clad warriors behind her. The black-clad warriors who had been besieging Lu Guiyan suddenly sheathed their swords and retreated to the courtyard wall. They stood in a clear standoff with Shen Yan, clearly determined to sit back and watch the fight unfold.
Leading the way, the rhetoricians entered the room. Peace could lead to danger, and danger could lead to peace. The situation was instantly reversed.
He still held Qing Guiyu's hand, as if it was his only support in this world. Then he turned his head and looked at Chen Yan with an almost cruel pleasure.
"Father," he whispered, the golden thread swaying slightly with his movements. "You taught me. Measure your heart like a sword, and follow the situation accordingly. Now, what other methods do you have?"
Shen Yan walked past with his hands behind his back, looking at him quietly. The sinister anger in his eyes gradually subsided.
"You beast," he said in a flat voice, "Do you really think you can defeat your father with just this little bit of cleverness?"
The night wind blew through the courtyard, causing Shen Jiansheng's sleeves to flutter and slightly lifting a corner of his loosened collar.
Just under that corner, the dragon pattern on the tail of a bone-eroding nail flashed by in the dim light of the lantern.
Chen Yan's gaze lingered there for a moment.
"Heh..." He suddenly sneered softly.
"I see," Shen Yan's gaze shifted from the small stud with the dragon pattern to Shen Juansheng's face, "You're actually still using it."
Shen Juansheng's body stiffened, and he subconsciously wanted to pull up his collar.
"No need to hide it," Chen Yan said with a smile, "This method of embedding bones and wedging meridians was originally created by my father. He used a bone-eating nail to wedge into the 'Que Pen' acupoint, severing the Yangming Stomach Meridian, suppressing the Yang meridian with a substance that is extremely Yin. Only then can your body barely withstand the tyranny of the Cold Marrow Art. Your current level of cultivation was cultivated by my father."
"Do you think this nail is only used to suppress the cold poison?" Chen Yan's smile deepened. "You actually didn't even consider it. Why don't you feel any pain at all?"
Qing Guiyu's heart skipped a beat and he looked at Chen Juansheng.
"I created this method so that when the cold poison attacks your heart, you can exchange extreme pain for a moment of clarity, so that you can remember who gave you this life and why you live."
Chen Yan raised his eyes and looked at Chen Juansheng, his eyes full of utter contempt. "You've learned it well. You actually used it as a self-torture trick to gain a woman's sympathy. You turned the survival method your father obtained for you into a plea for mercy."
"Jiansheng," Chen Yan's voice suddenly became gentle, even like a father's sigh, "After all, I raised you. Your biggest mistake is trying to cover up your pain with love."
Before he finished speaking, the old man in green robe took the lead. The figure flashed and approached Lu Guiyan's side.
"Junior Brother!" Qing Guiyu exclaimed in horror.
Lu Guiyan's heart trembled. He had expected Shen Yan to attack, but he had never imagined he would be so decisive. The cold energy on the Wuwang Sword surged, and a gleam of light pierced Shen Yan directly.
But Chen Yan seemed to be completely unaware, allowing the Wuwang sword to pierce into his flesh and blood, without even a trace of pain on his face.
At the moment when the sword tip entered the right side of his body, his intact left hand turned into a blade, carrying an extremely condensed internal force, penetrated the blockade of the sword light, and heavily imprinted on Lu Guiyan's chest.
Lu Guiyan's body shook violently and he vomited a mouthful of blood, staining his snow-white clothes crimson.
He had recently been disordered and damaged by the forced use of the Ice Creek Meridians Cleansing Technique in Japan. Chen Yan had devoted many years to the Cleansing Meridians Technique and was well aware of the key points of the cold power. At this moment, he was forced to counterattack by the internal force of this palm, and his heart meridian defense line was broken in an instant. His eyes went dark and he staggered backwards.
Injury for injury, loss for loss.
I would rather pay the price of being struck by a sword than eliminate this greatest threat.
Shen Juansheng was startled and pulled Qing Guiyu over, and the golden wire blade rose silently.
But Chen Yan took the lead.
He was familiar with the Cold Marrow Skill, so he didn't move quickly, and could even be described as leisurely. With just a sideways step, he was like piercing a spiritual cloud, and arrived in front of Chen Juansheng.
"Father will teach you again." The old man smiled kindly, but his right hand was already raised, and his finger was as fast as a sword, pointing at Chen Juansheng's collarbone.
It's not about killing or hurting anyone.
Two skinny fingers, with a swirling energy lingering at the fingertips, touched the "Qi Hu Xue" between the two bone-eroding nails of Shen Juansheng.
It wasn't a brutal internal force, but a subtle force designed to resonate and pull. It didn't attempt to remove the two bone-eating nails, but in an unimaginable way, it shifted the meridians and pain sensations that the nails had forcibly suppressed, opening them up completely.
In an instant, Shen Juansheng's body suddenly stopped.
The hand that was holding Qing Guiyu suddenly lost all strength.
The clear, sparkling eyes widened blankly at this moment.
……undisciplined.
Qing Guiyu only felt that everything around him became more peaceful.
The blood color on Shen Juansheng's face faded away in an instant, like residual snow swept away by a strong wind. All the brilliance, all the planning, all the disguise in his beautiful eyes were instantly annihilated by the pure pain.
No pain.
Over the years, he had forgotten what pain felt like. The cold poison was cold, the bone-eating nails were numb, and the wounds were numb. He sealed all his senses beneath the profound ice, leaving only a mind capable of calculating human hearts.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only a suppressed, tearing gasp came out of his throat.
No screams.
Because the pain has already exceeded the limit of what sound can bear.
The "Qi Hu" is below it, and the "Que Pen" is in the middle. The clavicle is used to lock the lock, and the horizontal part forms a dam. The dam, which had been frozen for seven years, suddenly collapsed.
All the pain he'd suppressed, forgotten, and disguised, like a glacier bursting its banks, mingled with thousands of steel needles and sharp blades, madly flooded back into his limbs and bones. Every meridian, every pore, screamed and howled.
The sharp sting of a nail wedging into bone. The bitter crack of cold poison eating away at the bone marrow.
Broken bones, embedded veins, old wounds, new wounds, skin ripping, bones groaning, meridians torn apart. Poured into the heart marrow, frozen repeatedly.
All the wounds that he had ignored for the past twenty years suddenly awakened at this moment, surging over this belated price.
“Ugh…Ah—!”
A shrill wail that was not even like a human voice suddenly burst out from the young man's throat.
Qing Guiyu only felt that he was pushed outward fiercely. When he turned around, he saw the young man in black clothes, his hands tightly grasping his throat, his body shaking violently in pain.
He could no longer stand, his body convulsing violently and doubled over.
The golden threads frantically wandered around the body, without any order. They just twisted and twitched randomly according to the owner's pain, cutting deep marks on the stone bricks on the ground.
Suddenly, the black robe and the golden threads that had lingered around him like flowing light fell to the ground along with his limp body.
He fell to his knees, his hands on his throat, his body twitching violently. His face, which was once gorgeous enough to captivate everyone, was now distorted by extreme pain.
"You beast..." Chen Yan covered his bleeding shoulder and looked at the young man lying on the ground. "You're just a dog. Since I raised you, the chain will be tied to your bones forever."
He turned his head and looked at the stunned Madam Wei, "Now, what do you want to do?"
The yard was dead silent.
Shen Jiansheng huddled on the ground, his golden hair and black hair spread out in a mess, covered in dust. His face was completely bloodless, with only cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He had bitten his lips until they were bleeding.
The pair of eyes that had regained their clarity were now blurred by the severe pain, leaving only a blank despair.
A beautiful venomous snake, but every bone of its spine was broken, and it lay on the ground in a broken state.
He seemed to be unable to see or hear, the whole world falling into a bloody abyss filled with pain. He no longer had the strength to scream, only suppressed sobs escaping intermittently from the depths of his throat.
Qing Guiyu was stunned where he was.
This was the first time she saw him so vulnerable.
It wasn't a plea, it wasn't a disguise. Instead, all the gorgeous outer layers were forcibly torn off, revealing the blood-soaked body underneath.
A child who was given a bone nail at the age of four, a person who was trapped under the icy prison of the cold pond and dared not even touch a firefly.
Qing Guiyu's mind was blank, and he just stared blankly at the young man lying on the ground who was completely crushed by pain.
She originally knew that Shen Jiansheng relied on the reverse flow of the mysterious ice cold energy, which then penetrated the marrow and forcefully suppressed the cold poison.
But at this moment, her blood circulation was suddenly cut off and the pain came back. Chen Yan used a cruel method that she had never heard of before to completely destroy the method of the Xuanbing Bone Nail.
"Beast," Chen Yan said coldly, turning his head with a calm and satisfied expression, "This is what you are like."
After saying this, he stopped looking at the "beast" lying on the ground, already consumed by pain, as if he were just a worthless torture device from the past. He waved his hand directly at the black-clad assassin beside Madam Wei and said coldly, "Take him away."
He has already won, so there is no need to consider the covenant anymore.
Then, he turned to Madam Wei, whose face had already turned pale with shock, and said gently, "Madam Wei, this is the result of practicing the Cold Art incorrectly. Without the guidance of the Ice Stream Cleansing Meridians Technique, forcing yourself to practice will only lead to this kind of madness and sudden death."
He paused for a moment and looked at Lu Guiyan lying on the ground, appearing a little regretful.
"What a pity! This child is too stubborn. Let's take him back first."
He seemed to have a sure win, and the lives of everyone in the courtyard were just chess pieces that he could choose and discard at will. Standing with his hands behind his back, he was about to give an order.
But I heard a clear female voice.
"stop."
Chen Yan paused and slowly turned his head.
The girl in green who had been protected behind him had blood oozing from her lower abdomen, and her face was pale due to the shock and anger just now.
"No." Qing Guiyu said coldly, "It's not an ending of madness and sudden death."
Her eyes swept across Shen Jiansheng who was curled up on the ground, then across Lu Guiyan who was seriously injured beside him, and finally, they fixed on Shen Yan's face.
"I took something out from the bottom of the cold pond."
Then she took a deep breath, took out the jade slip with one hand, and placed it between her and the old man.
"Your jade slip."
She persuaded herself to remain calm and face the old man who was willing to kill hundreds or thousands of people.
"I'll go with you." Qing Guiyu looked at him and calmly put forward his conditions. "Let me treat them first. After that, I'll go anywhere with you."
Shen Yan looked at her.
"Why do you think I will agree to you?"
"With this." Qing Guiyu gently tossed the jade slip in his hand and caught it steadily. "I know how to circulate Qi in the Qi Cleansing Technique. I can also guard the three gates of the heart and prevent the cold Qi from flowing backwards. If you want to combine the two cold skills into one, I am the only one who can do it."
She raised her eyes, met his gaze, and suddenly smiled, a bright and frank smile.
"My life is more useful than both of theirs combined."
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