Chapter 34 A light lick across the lips
Sheng Zhiyi woke up with a start. She tried to sit up, but as soon as she raised her arm slightly, she felt a pain as if all the muscles and bones in her body were being reassembled.
Thinking about the change of spiritual roots yesterday, she eagerly activated the spiritual power in her dantian, wanting to awaken even a tiny bit of spiritual power to prove that she had not become a cripple.
However, her body was empty; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get any spiritual power.
Sheng Zhiyi was shocked and tried to lift the thin blanket covering her.
But she soon discovered that she couldn't even do this simple movement. Her limbs felt weak and light, and no matter how hard she tried to control her arms, they wouldn't obey her commands.
Her willpower and thoughts completely failed her when it came to her body.
Could it be that her meridians are severed, her spiritual energy is surging, and she is now completely paralyzed?!
Sheng Zhiyi found it hard to believe; she simply couldn't face this reality, her body had become completely out of her control.
Unable to lift her arms, she tried to control the rest of her body—shoulders, waist, calves—desperately commanding them to move.
With a loud crash, she rolled off the bed.
Ji Fuguang walked into the room and saw Sheng Zhiyi wrapped in a thin blanket, lying on the ground, still smiling.
He raised an eyebrow slightly: "Junior Sister, what are you doing?"
The pain from falling to the ground brought tears to Sheng Zhiyi's eyes, but she shouted with great joy:
"Senior brother! I haven't become a cripple. I just realized that I can still move my fingers!"
Upon hearing this, a glint of darkness flashed in Ji Fuguang's phoenix eyes. He chuckled softly, his tone gentle, like a spring breeze in March:
"Isn't it good to be a useless person? You don't have to worry about anything, and you don't have to bear any responsibility."
Sheng Zhiyi looked up, her expression full of confusion, and said:
"What's so great about it? I can't do anything, I'm not free at all. Isn't the most important thing about living to do what you want to do? Being a useless person watching others go to great lengths every day is driving me crazy!"
Ji Fuguang strode over, his smile gradually fading.
Sheng Zhiyi pondered Ji Fuguang's words for a moment, feeling somewhat worried, and couldn't help but say:
"Senior brother, are you under too much pressure? Although you are outstanding among the younger generation, you don't have to bear many things alone. There are other people who can help you—ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, Ji Fuguang suddenly picked her up in his arms, causing her to gasp in surprise.
Sheng Zhiyi lay in Ji Fuguang's arms, the faint scent of pear blossoms filling her nostrils. Despite Ji Fuguang's cultivation level, she couldn't hear his heartbeat at all, but somehow, perhaps it was an illusion, Sheng Zhiyi heard a calm and distant echo. The surroundings were noisy, but he remained a peaceful wilderness.
Looking up, Sheng Zhiyi couldn't see Ji Fuguang's expression clearly, but she heard him say calmly:
"You haven't become a cripple. It's just that when you changed your spiritual root, your spiritual energy surged and your meridians were reconnected. Take some medicine, rest well, and you'll be fine after today."
Sheng Zhiyi was overjoyed, her voice rising in excitement: "Really? That's wonderful!"
After placing Sheng Zhiyi on the bed, Ji Fuguang straightened up again, but felt a pulling sensation in his chest.
He looked down and saw Sheng Zhiyi's fingers gripping his collar.
Sheng Zhiyi carefully lifted her eyelids and looked at him.
"Senior brother...you know about...my change of spiritual root..."
Ji Fuguang glanced at her calmly.
Sheng Zhiyi lowered her head in shame, then looked up at Ji Fuguang.
Now that things have come to this, she has guessed that the scent of pear blossoms she smelled last night was not an illusion, and that Ji Fuguang really has come.
Moreover, when her spiritual energy was surging, it was he who stepped in to help her change her spiritual root, reconnect her broken meridians, and even cover her with a thin blanket and take care of her for the night.
She said softly, "I didn't mean to hide it from you..."
If we're talking about changing spiritual roots, we'll inevitably have to involve the system, and the very existence of the system is enough to overturn this world.
If Ji Fuguang knew that he was just a character in a novel and that his life had already been predetermined, how would he feel?
She just said that the most important thing in a person's life is to do what they want to do. If Ji Fuguang knew that what he wanted to do had already been arranged, wouldn't he be in great pain?
However, from Ji Fuguang's perspective, this is probably a cover-up.
But he still stepped in to help once again.
Sheng Zhiyi looked at Ji Fuguang solemnly and promised, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I will definitely explain when the time is right!"
Under Sheng Zhiyi's expectant and eager gaze, Ji Fuguang lowered his eyelids, gently moved her hand away, his expression indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"You should rest well first and not think about anything else. The inner sect selection is in two days, and your spiritual root still needs to be worked out."
He turned around and left the room.
Sheng Zhiyi frowned in distress.
He looks completely unhappy!
How can I apologize in a way that will make him happy?
Damn it, although it was wrong of her to hide it, this guy gets angry so easily.
Closing the door, Ji Fuguang frowned as he looked down at his fingers in the sunlight streaming into the servants' quarters.
Slender, dry, and stable.
He casually released his spiritual power, instantly crushing a small piece of wood in the courtyard into powder.
They would attack wherever he pointed, and obeyed his will completely.
The scene from last night flashed through his mind.
He stood by the bed, watching the red marks on her wrists deepen until, as the crimson color became more pronounced, her veins were completely severed.
At this moment, seemingly moved by emotion, Sheng Zhiyi shed even more tears.
She sobbed, her body trembling slightly from the pain. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, becoming translucent and sticking to her skin in patches. She looked extremely distressed, yet she couldn't wake up.
"Senior brother..."
There was nothing she could do but keep calling his name.
For a moment, Ji Fuguang was curious: in her dream, would he suddenly appear and save her from dire straits? Or would her instincts tell her that he would actually plunge her into even deeper pain?
Ji Fuguang reached out and grabbed Sheng Zhiyi's arm.
The spiritual energy gradually flowed into Sheng Zhiyi's body from her wrist. In extreme pain, she had no power to resist.
The sharp, piercing spiritual energy penetrated deeply, coursing through her already severed meridians. His actions showed no mercy, causing Sheng Zhiyi even greater pain, and she couldn't help but let out a groan.
A slight smile appeared on Ji Fuguang's face, as if he were savoring her pain.
Then, the spiritual power containing the black threads crushed Sheng Zhiyi's meridians inch by inch.
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly screamed, her whole body trembling violently, but she quickly fell silent again.
Her consciousness could no longer bear it, severed by excruciating pain, and plunged into eternal darkness.
The spiritual energy followed the completely shattered meridians and found the spiritual root floating in the dantian.
The moss-like spiritual root emitted a faint green light, pure and gentle, with the light undulating softly.
This clearly aligns well with Sheng Zhiyi's views.
The spiritual energy approached the spiritual root, and their light merged. With just a little force, the fragile spiritual root would be destroyed instantly, even faster than his action of crushing the meridians.
However, the spiritual energy suddenly stopped and couldn't be moved at all.
White light and black lines intertwine and interact, sometimes the white light shines brightly, and sometimes the black lines become denser.
The moss spirit root floated quietly in the air, its green light rising and falling with Sheng Zhiyi's breath.
Just like Sheng Zhiyi, even though she had already been treated this way, before she fainted, her head was still turned to his side, and her wisps of hair fell on his arm. She was completely unaware that the person in front of her was the culprit who had caused her so much pain.
The girl's wispy hair moved lightly with her breath.
Ji Fuguang suddenly felt a slight itch in his arm, a mild itch that he found somewhat novel.
Therefore, crushing the spiritual root seemed too hasty, while re-implanting the spiritual root into the body to generate new meridians seemed more appropriate in time.
but……
Ji Fuguang stretched out his hand, and abundant spiritual energy filled his body, which he could mobilize at any time if he wanted.
Does it make a big difference to him whether he is a disabled person or not?
He could easily turn her into a cripple whenever he wanted.
Is this kind of thing difficult for him?
Since it's not difficult, why worry about it?
It's just a small matter.
Sheng Zhiyi struggled to get up, holding onto the edge of the bed, and almost fell off again.
She couldn't help but groan in pain, but then she saw a figure in white walk in from outside the door.
Ji Fuguang didn't leave!
"Junior Sister," Ji Fuguang raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips, "instead of resting properly, what kind of whimsical ideas are you hatching now?"
And he seems to have returned to his old self!
"Senior brother!" Sheng Zhiyi was both surprised and delighted, wondering how this guy had come up with this idea. She quickly feigned weakness and said, "I just want to drink some water, my throat is so dry."
As she spoke, she blinked, trying to convey her pitiful state to Ji Fuguang.
Seeing her appearance, Ji Fuguang frowned slightly and asked with some concern, "Junior Sister, are you feeling unwell?"
Sheng Zhiyi nodded vigorously.
That's right, that's how it is. To deal with Ji Fuguang, you need to play the victim.
Ji Fuguang pondered and said, "I only know that when you change your spiritual root, your veins will rupture and you will suffer unbearable pain all over your body. I have never heard of your eyelids twitching. It is clear that you cannot believe everything you read in books. You have to experience it for yourself."
Haha, not bad, young man.
To know at such a young age that truth comes from practice.
But is there any possibility of curing the pitiful and cute look that you perceive as a twitching eyelid?
Sheng Zhiyi almost choked on her breath, forced a smile, and urged, "Senior brother, could you please bring me the water bottle?"
She sweated a lot last night, and now her throat is dry and she is really thirsty; even her lips are very chapped.
Thinking about it, Sheng Zhiyi stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
The tip of her pink tongue peeked out just a little, lightly licking her lips.
Ji Fuguang's fingers twitched slightly, and for some reason, he felt that the touch must be warm and gentle.
Just like... that day when I was drunk...
He narrowed his eyes, took out a teacup and tea bowl from his storage bag, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Sheng Zhiyi.
Before Sheng Zhiyi could even complain about his spoiled young master behavior—carrying his own tea set everywhere he went—she was already eager to take it.
But with the slightest movement of his arm, he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
I forgot, she can only move her fingers at most now.
She looked up at Ji Fuguang.
Her almond-shaped eyes were truly filled with a pleading look, pitiful and desperate.
Ji Fuguang twirled the teacup with his fingers and gently raised an eyebrow.
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