Chapter 74 Chapter 74 "I'm afraid I won't be able to survive without you..."
Facing Jiu Zhao's doubts, Ying Luo explained to her in a gentle tone:
"If we could find a way to cure Master Zhu Yan's weakness, that would be wonderful. However, Master Zhu Yan has told you that our teacher's initial diagnosis concluded that his condition was incurable. Although you have sensed a faint response from the withered immortal veins within Master Zhu Yan's body, we haven't yet determined whether this was always the case, or whether they have regained new life over the years as Master Zhu Yan's immortal rank has risen."
"We must first get the teacher's reply and understand the whole story before we can bring it up with Master Zhu Yan.
"Otherwise, if we give him hope and there's no solution, wouldn't that just make him feel extremely happy or sad, which wouldn't be conducive to his recovery."
The teacher that Yingluo mentioned is Xingyao Tianxian, the head of the Divine Doctor Bureau.
Not long ago, when the three of them were chatting, Jiu Zhao almost revealed that he had been Xing Yao's disciple in the past, if he had not been interrupted by Ying Luo's cough.
At this moment, the reasons given by Yingluo made it impossible for Jiuzhao to find fault.
She stared at him for a moment, then pressed him, "Since you know Xingyao is in Yunsheng's world, why do you insist on sending Zhu Yan back to Sanqing Heaven? Once Xingyao returns the spiritual message, why not just take Zhu Yan there and have her examine him? Why bother going back and forth?"
Ying Luo remained frank, "Young Master Zhu Yan has suffered from a weakened condition for over thirty thousand years. A cure is not urgent. Master descended to the mortal realm to search for a few herbs unique to the Yunsheng Realm for medicinal refining. Once we have collected them, we must return to the Three Pure Heavens. I think it would be better to let Young Master Zhu Yan slowly recuperate in the rich spiritual energy of the northern border. We can then begin diagnosis and treatment."
He spoke sincerely and seemed to be thinking completely about Zhu Yan.
Jiu Zhao was also mostly convinced.
"Forget it. You always have your reasons. I'm your accomplice. What else can I say?"
Her annoyed expression subsided slightly, and as she rubbed her fingers against the sash around her waist, she brought up another matter. "So, did you get a reply to the spiritual message you sent to Xingyao the other day? What did Xingyao say? Did she tell you when we could come visit?"
Ying Luo shook his head in embarrassment. "Teacher has been living in seclusion in Yunshengshi, devoting herself entirely to the creation of the medicine she has. At this crucial moment, she probably doesn't want to be bothered by external affairs. Although I know where she is, I dare not rush over to disturb her."
Xingyao's personality is strange and she appears and disappears mysteriously, which is known to everyone in Sanqingtian.
However, she had excellent medical skills and had cured many celestial nobles, so she was well-known in the upper realm. Even the God Emperor gave her an extra divine order to facilitate her collection of herbs and research of prescriptions, allowing her to freely enter and exit the immortal and human realms.
Since Jiu Zhao was born, she has been traveling frequently and has not been working in the Divine Doctor's Office for a long time.
The vague impressions of their past encounters had long faded from her mind. Seeing that even after she had announced her name, the other party still refused to give her face, Jiu Zhao felt slightly annoyed. She frowned and said in a stern tone, "I am the king, and she is the minister. If the king wants to meet, how can she refuse?"
"Teacher refines medicine for the benefit of the Three Pure Heavens. Please calm down, young lady." Ying Luo pondered for a moment, then bowed and apologized, "How about I write a letter and go to her home to have a sincere conversation. Once she convinces you, young lady can bring Master Zhu Yan to visit her."
Although Jiu Zhao was harsh in her words, she knew that this matter could not be forced - Xing Yao was highly respected. If she forced him to treat Zhu Yan's illness, and the news got out one day, outsiders would talk about her and would even speculate that Zhu Yan was a seductive troublemaker who seduced the queen.
"Then I'll trouble you."
After coming to terms with this, Jiu Zhao no longer took her anger out on Ying Luo. She thought about how much he had done for her and Zhu Yan, and she felt compelled to show some appreciation. She added, "Thank you for helping me like this. I'll remember your kindness."
Yingluo lowered his eyes and looked at Jiuzhao's face with his mouth opening and closing.
Her expression showed worry about Zhu Yan's condition, and now she thanked him for this man.
As the thought came to his mind, his fingers reached up in a possessed manner.
It was only half an inch away from touching Jiu Zhao's lips, preventing her from uttering such jealous words.
At this moment, his downward gaze happened to meet Jiu Zhao's clear eyes.
Those eyes were like two scorching suns, shining directly onto all the dark sides of his heart.
When ice and fire meet, desire melts and collapses, making a sizzling sound.
Yingluo shuddered unconsciously, and his raised index finger immediately stopped in front of Jiuzhao's lips.
He parted his lips and let out a soft "hush" sound, his eyes returning to a gentle and restrained expression. "Miss, have you forgotten? I once said, 'You are the ruler, I am the subject, and I should do anything for you.' Miss, please don't say such things again next time."
…
Yingluo's words were in stark contrast to Xingyao's reaction earlier.
One said that as a minister, whatever he did was his duty.
One of them was so busy collecting herbs to make medicine that he didn't even bother to respond to the letter.
It is clear that both of them are subordinates, but their attitudes are so different. What is the fundamental reason?
Before Jiuzhao could figure it out, Yingluo said he would go back to his room to think about how to write the letter, and then said goodbye and left.
When there was no one around, Jiu Zhao walked into the inner room.
She released her magic and cleaned the bed and quilt where Zhu Yan had slept. She couldn't help but recall the experiences of the past three days.
Yingluo's words, like the songs that their race is proud of, have great appeal.
He touched upon her inner weaknesses and fueled her doubts.
As a result, she had to willingly board his pirate ship and cooperate with him to test Zhu Yan's sincerity beneath his affectionate appearance.
However, Zhu Yan, the trial-taker they were targeting, had not woken up yet.
On the first day, Jiu Zhao used magic to heal his coccyx injury, and was able to relax and wait for him to wake up.
On the second day, she saw that Zhu Yan's condition did not improve, but instead his breathing became weaker and weaker, so she finally began to panic.
As mentioned before, Yunsheng in this world is not like the immortals in the Three Pure Ones Heaven. The chances of being injured or dying are much higher for the immortals whose cultivation is suppressed.
Just when he was at a loss, Yingluo fortunately took the initiative to volunteer to treat Zhu Yan.
Jiu Zhao then remembered that his good friend had studied medicine in Nanling for a thousand years.
If you don't ask, you won't know that his teacher at that time was Xing Yao, who predicted Zhu Yan's fate.
With this premise, and the fact that Ying Luo diagnosed Zhu Yan's worsening injuries in just a few strokes, it was because the Yuanmai connecting to Chushengwei was damaged, which was an internal injury. Relying solely on external treatment would only be a temporary solution and not a cure for the root cause. Jiu Zhao's trust in him immediately increased a bit.
Later, I saw that his healing technique was effective when it affected the Yuanmai.
Jiu Zhao, unable to contain his excitement, told him about his past discoveries inside Zhu Yan's body.
Ying Luo did not deny her bold guess. After inputting his immortal power into Zhu Yan's body and letting it circulate around, his expression subtly changed.
Jiu Zhao attributed this change to the fact that his power stimulated the withered veins and received a slight response.
She discussed with him with increasing excitement whether Zhu Yan's weakness could be cured with the improvement of his cultivation and immortal rank.
Yingluo nodded slightly.
However, he didn't discuss the results of the immortal power's operation with Jiu Zhao. He just smiled and said, "If it weren't for a bonded immortal partner or a skilled doctor, ordinary people would always encounter fierce resistance when sending power into another person's body. Young lady has little exposure to medicine, but the process of injecting immortal power to detect Master Zhu Yan's weakness was so smooth. She is truly gifted."
Jiu Zhao didn't think much about it, and just thought that he had accumulated some experience when he treated Fu Xu Hexiu's injuries.
With Yingluo joining, everything seems to be moving in a good direction.
Next, Yingluo promised her that saving people was the most important thing, and he would use the token left by Xingyao when they were teacher and student to try to find her.
Another day passed, and Yingluo sent news that Xingyao's whereabouts were found, and the token showed that she was in Yunsheng's world at that moment.
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Now is the fourth day.
It was also the day when Zhu Yan woke up.
Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.
Jiu Zhao couldn't help but clasp his hands together in his heart, praying for the blessings of the ancestors, hoping that the visit to Xingyao would go smoothly.
It was still unknown whether the ancestral god appeared or not, but the closed door was gently knocked on while Jiu Zhao closed his eyes.
Knock knock.
His thoughts were suddenly cut off, and Jiu Zhao just thought that Zhu Ying Jiangyu, who served Zhu Yan at meal, had returned.
She glanced at the clock in the room that was run by spiritual power.
Only half a quarter of an hour had passed.
He finished the meal quite quickly, unlike me. When I ate alone, I would always start to daydream while sitting.
Jiu Zhao trotted to the door, his voice faster than the movement of opening the door: "You're back! How's Zhu Yan? Did he eat the food I prepared? Does he look better?"
She hadn't seen the visitor's face yet, but her concern for Zhu Yan was pouring out of the door like a machine gun.
The door that was blocking her view opened, and a pair of slender male arms suddenly stretched out and hugged her.
“Huh?!”
"I missed you so much... I was only unconscious for three days, but it feels like I haven't seen you for tens of thousands of years."
Although Jiu Zhao was considered tall for a female immortal, she was still significantly shorter than Zhu Yan. The young man, with a sickly, gaunt complexion, seemed naturally drawn to this kind of intimacy. He rested his chin against her neck, his long arms encircling her, holding her firmly against his chest with the strength and throbbing of his heart.
He spoke gentle and low words of love to Jiu Zhao, repeatedly expressing his longing for her and his inability to live without her.
Bound in the cage of love, Jiuzhao's brain was invaded by a honey composed of dependence, need and stickiness. She suddenly thought that in the 34,500 years of her life, Lan Qi Fuxu had never expressed his love to her so clearly.
They hugged each other openly in the corridor, and I wonder if Yingluo, who lived across the street, heard it.
"What's wrong? I'm just having a meal—"
"Why are you acting so vulnerable?"
Jiu Zhao became shy and felt a little at a loss as to what to do.
She had no choice but to retreat back to the room in this position, like a crab, and then close the wooden door.
Zhu Yan still held her motionlessly.
It was as if her skin and flesh were gradually growing together with her.
After a long time, his weak voice finally rang close to her ear:
“While eating, I couldn’t help but imagine the scene of leaving you and returning to Sanqingtian.
"The North is cold, the sky in the North is cold, everything in life in the North is cold—
"You are so warm. If I leave you and return to that cold place alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive."
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