Chapter 145 Chapter 145 "If it were someone else today, Your Highness would also...
The familiar aura of Nirvana Phoenix Fire emanated from behind Fuxu's wound covered by the white cloth.
Among the five elements, wood is restrained by fire.
Without absorbing the fire spirit, external injuries are usually difficult to heal quickly.
Jiu Zhao calculated carefully and found that almost two months had passed since she learned that Fuxu was injured in the battle between immortals and demons.
Even the wounds on the surface of the body are like this, so it is conceivable that the internal injuries will not recover well either.
Jiu Zhao acted decisively, released Fu Xu's arm, and used his fingers as a blade to cut off the white cloth that was in the way, placed it over the wound, and began to heal him.
After the sound of cloth tearing, a hot palm imbued with immortal power quickly approached.
Feeling the other person's body temperature much higher than his own, Fu Xu felt like a live fish being hauled ashore by a trawler, and his waist shook violently.
"Your Highness, this is not proper—"
Jiu Zhao silently tightened his other hand on Fu Xu's arm, signaling him not to move.
Beneath the white silk, her eyes were calm, her tone unperturbed. "The Supreme God is not unaware of the current situation in the Three Pure Heavens. If we wanted to improve our chances of victory against Wu Shao, we should have sent a Water God who could restrain the Fire Element. However, Night God Xihuan is injured and in seclusion, and the Western God King recently lost his beloved son and is feeling depressed—"
Speaking of "losing a beloved son and feeling depressed," a trace of grief flashed across her face. "The other gods are either not good at fighting or are too old. Among them, the Fire God Zhu Yao, whose power is second only to yours, I sent someone to visit his residence on the day of the incident. The reply was that the god was still exploring the divine realm and couldn't be disturbed... The Three Pure Heavens cannot lose you again. You must stay healthy and give your all."
Previously, Fuxu kowtowed to remind Jiu Zhao to be cautious in taking responsibility.
At this moment, Jiu Zhao also used the current situation to force him to submit.
This was her first attempt at "using barbarians to rule barbarians", and the effect was very good.
Fu Xu pursed his thin lips and stopped talking, and his tense body tried to relax as much as possible towards her.
Seeing this, Jiu Zhao increased his immortal power output and continued to press forward: "After absorbing the fire spirit attached to the deep of the wound, we will practice together."
As soon as the earth-shattering words came out.
Fuxu couldn't even maintain a calm expression.
A few streaks of embarrassed dark red stained the lower eyelid, melting away the coldness of the flower on the high mountain that can only be admired from afar and not touched.
He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Your Highness, is this action purely for the smooth progress of the war in Sanqingtian?"
Jiu Zhao pretended not to understand what he meant, turning into an emotionless puppet, his hands moving non-stop, and asked, "What else?"
Fuxu was choked by her.
The unspoken meaning is like a thorn in my throat.
In the silence that followed, he couldn't help but think: Since I've already said what I shouldn't have said, I might as well go for broke and say a few more words.
He looked away and asked in a lower voice, "If another general had been injured today... would His Highness have been injured as well?"
I had just secretly praised him for being tactful and not asking too many questions, and now I don't know what's wrong with him suddenly.
After much effort, Jiu Zhao finally suppressed all his weakness, hesitation and sorrow, and devoted himself to government affairs with full satisfaction.
She didn't want to talk about any personal matters, so she answered without hesitation:
"That depends on who it is. Assuming that person's existence is as important as you, the Supreme God, then I will do the same."
Fuxu was speechless again.
Jiu Zhao finally became like this——
He finally became the monarch he had expected, an absolutely rational one who was not bound by love affairs.
He didn't know whether to feel relieved or sad.
Without saying a word, he suddenly realized that he had lost a part of her forever.
Perhaps, she even lost herself.
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Analyze all the interests involved and present them to the public.
Fuxu never showed any resistance again.
After absorbing the fire spirit, the two of them walked slowly, one in front and one behind, in the corridor leading to the sleeping hall of the Pimeng Palace.
Entering the hall, Jiu Zhao lit two dim candles as usual.
Let the dim shadows cast by the fallen curtains cover each other's thoughts with a veil of concealment.
She and Fuxu sat facing each other.
The old scenes reappear, but the sweet love has long gone.
She asked Fuxu to close his eyes and channeled her own immortal power into Fuxu's forehead.
The source of healing comes from the soul.
It flows down and spreads to hundreds of meridians and collaterals, devouring fire poison and moisturizing the affected areas wherever it passes.
The further he went on, the more surprised Jiu Zhao felt.
She originally thought that the healing would not go smoothly, so she prepared a few secret medicines to help Fuxu relax his mind in her storage ring. After all, although joint cultivation did not specify that it had to be done by husband and wife, their relationship was not so close that they could not be separated. It was always difficult to let down their guard and accept each other.
She has been estranged from Fuxu for a hundred years.
As the saying goes, a couple who break up due to resentment will become worse than strangers afterwards.
They hadn't been open to each other for a long time, and the degree of openness and tolerance Fuxu's body and soul showed to her was probably something that even some elderly lovers could not achieve.
But surprise is just surprise.
Jiu Zhao focused his mind again, blocking out his thoughts that were gradually slipping towards areas that they shouldn't be involved in.
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Compared to Jiu Zhao's selfless meditation, Fu Xu's heart and body were both filled with the heat of sin.
He closed his eyes as Jiu Zhao instructed, his mind filled with scenes of their past joint practice.
The feeling of spiritual fusion is irreplaceable by countless other superficial pleasures.
Whenever the joint training ended, Jiu Zhao would always flow in his arms like a handful of spring water with ripples.
Her bright eyes, warm skin, and rose-scented lips were all an overwhelming web, drawing him into the realm of desire.
Color gives soul.
Bliss is endless.
But such an outrageous fantasy should not appear in his mind.
They are no longer husband and wife.
During the treatment process, the portrait of the queen who showed mercy to herself was equivalent to committing a crime that deserved death by a thousand cuts.
No matter what, my mind cannot be calm.
Taking advantage of the limited vision of both parties, he reached out his hand to his abdomen and pressed the wound hard several times, trying to wake himself up with the pain.
The result is still useless.
Tortured by Qi Nian to the point of suffocation, Fu Xu had no choice but to open his eyes.
I don’t know where to put my eyes.
His gaze slid down quickly and inadvertently passed over Jiu Zhao's chest. He couldn't help but be attracted by the empty white space.
She did not wear the Changle life amulet that she always wore with her.
Are you disgusted with yourself for having been unable to control your emotions in the past and holding it in your mouth?
Damn, what on earth was he thinking—
The atmosphere was becoming increasingly strange.
Especially the other party in the co-cultivation, his expression was always calm.
The obvious contrast makes him look like a young man full of vigor and vitality.
While Fuxu was accepting the invasion of immortal consciousness, he stuttered, "Your Highness, what's wrong with your eyes? They are beautiful... Why are they covered with white cloth now?"
What happened to your Highness's eyes?
Why is it covered with white cloth?
Jiu Zhao could barely regard these two sentences as a subject's concern for his monarch.
...As for "very beautiful".
Jiu Zhao's eyes moved under his thin eyelids. "It's okay. I've been working so hard these days and my eyes have been hurt. They'll be fine in a few days."
She also used the excuse to put him off.
Affected by Fuxu's unusual condition, Jiuzhao was unable to complete the joint cultivation with ease.
When her immortal power had just completed a cycle, she immediately withdrew it.
The white silk, which only showed the outlines of things, blocked Fuxu's eyes, which were still full of unsatisfied thoughts and disappointment.
After a few moments of silence, Jiu Zhao continued, "Internal injuries require continuous practice for several days to heal completely. You will remain in Sanqing Heaven for the time being. Also, give me your natal divine weapon. I think that infusing it with a bit of my original power may help you resist the invasion of Nirvana Phoenix Fire."
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Jiu Zhao's non-stop life became even busier.
During the day, she had to discuss matters with her ministers, review memorials, and maintain the smooth operation of the Three Pure Ones.
At night, after finishing her joint practice with Fuxu, she still had to take a few hours to study how to "enchant" Fuxu's Zhanhui sword.
At the beginning, she and Yingluo were both celestial beings, and the jade sword was broken and lacked power, which made the repair process extremely smooth.
Fuxu's Zhanhui is a divine weapon, and there is no crack inside the sword.
Jiu Zhao injected strength into it, and actually expended several times the effort.
After the transformation was completed, Jiu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked to the desk, pulling out a secret letter from the bottom of the official documents.
She peeled off the lacquer seal on the outer cover and spread out the thin folded paper inside. She pressed it with her fingertips, and in an instant, the letter paper began to glow.
Countless shrinking words, also shining with light, passed through her dilated pupils.
What Jiu Zhao was looking at was the past of the traitor that she had secretly ordered people to collect these days.
Immortals have long lifespans, and the higher the rank of the immortal, the more likely their life stories are to be compiled into several thick books.
In the lengthy text, Jiu Zhao accurately captured the important information.
"After the 30,000-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, my parents, both celestial beings, arranged a marriage with the second son of the Phoenix Clan's third elder.
"Before the engagement, we had only met once and there was no emotional basis. The marriage was agreed upon by the elders of both parties.
"Before the engagement was even made, the Phoenix Clan rebelled against Heaven. The woman immediately broke off the engagement and publicly and severely condemned them, completely severing ties with them.
"When the Immortal-Demon War broke out, she rushed to the battlefield as an accompanying medical officer. In a critical moment, she used her immortal magic to poison a Phoenix general, helping the immortal army turn the tide. As a result, she was cursed by the general's dying blood oath, and her face and figure will forever remain between the transformations of a girl and a young woman."
Finish reading the secret letter.
Jiu Zhao had to admit that, judging from this past alone, the traitor and the demon clan, especially the Phoenix clan, must have an irreconcilable hatred.
However, most things often hide hidden mysteries beneath their seemingly perfect appearance.
Using magic to engrave the life information into his mind, Jiu Zhao then ignited a fire at his fingertips, devouring the secret letter.
She hesitated whether to order the traitor to be imprisoned in the Immortal Prison before finding out the truth.
However, the other party had superb medical skills and was well-known. He was also an upright and meritorious official who devoted himself to treating the God Emperor.
If there is no direct and direct evidence, he will be put in jail.
If he is not careful, he will end up making things worse. He is afraid that he, the crown prince with an unstable foundation, will be criticized by the ministers.
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Another sleepless night.
Jiu Zhao repeatedly recalled the contents of his sealed sea of consciousness.
Trying to find out why the traitor colluded with the demons to pass on the message.
She was multitasking and had devoted most of her attention to this, so at first she didn't notice the secret rumors circulating among the Qingtian immortals:
"Hey, have you heard the truth about His Highness Jiu Zhao's eyes covered with white silk—"
"What's the truth? Isn't it said that it's caused by grief and overwork, and it will be healed in a few days of treatment?"
"You believe this nonsense? Don't you see how many days have passed? Has His Highness ever taken off the white silk from his eyes? Moreover, according to the sister of my second aunt's fourth cousin who works at the Divine Doctor's Bureau, His Highness has never summoned any immortal officials to treat him!"
"...Your Highness visits the Emperor's throne every day, and Lady Xingyao is there. Why not just let her treat her while she's there? Why bother with this unnecessary effort?"
"You know nothing! That's where the truth came from. The commanders and immortal soldiers who saw the Crown Prince's true face that day were forced to swear a blood oath. If it was simply excessive grief and eye injuries, why would they go to such lengths?"
"Don't keep me in suspense. If you want to know something, just tell me!"
"Since you insist on listening, just stand still and don't be scared—
"It is said that His Highness's inner demons are growing and he is unable to control them, so his eyes are red, a sign of possessedness!"
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When it reached Jiu Zhao's ears.
The rumors have intensified and spread like wildfire, completely infiltrating the Sanqingtian Ziwei Palace.
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