Chapter 45 can evoke the desires deep within one's heart...
Ji Fuguang's spiritual power continuously flowed into Sheng Zhiyi's meridians, gradually clearing away the blockages.
The delicate meridians were constantly being impacted, and waves of pain surged up.
When Ji Fuguang mentioned that repairing the meridians would be extremely painful, Sheng Zhiyi hadn't taken it too seriously. But now she truly understood how intense it was. If it were just pain, that would be one thing, but the pain was also mixed with a dull ache, making her want to stop immediately.
As soon as you stop... you'll immediately get rid of this painful feeling...
This thought overwhelmed her reason, urging her to immediately pull her hand away.
Ji Fuguang wouldn't force her, and her injuries didn't necessarily require spiritual energy to heal; taking some medicine would suffice... Why did she have to endure this torment...?
Suddenly, Sheng Zhiyi moved, her lips clenched into her teeth and were bitten hard.
A sharp pain shot into the brain, blocking those tempting thoughts.
Ji Fuguang is still treating her, how can she give up so easily!
Taking a deep breath, Sheng Zhiyi suppressed her surging thoughts, focused her energy in her dantian, and concentrated on maintaining her focus.
Her eyes remained closed the entire time, and she didn't see that Ji Fuguang was staring at her face with his eyes downcast.
The candlelight flickered, casting swaying shadows on the girl's face. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her smooth forehead, and her complexion was as pale as paper, yet her lips were bitten until they bled.
As light and shadow shifted, that vibrant color seemed like an eye-catching, ever-surging desire.
The spiritual energy flowing into her meridians increased again. Aroused by the pain, Sheng Zhiyi subconsciously tilted her head back, biting her lip until it bled.
Her slender neck was completely exposed.
It was as if he could completely control her life with a single reach.
His phoenix eyes darkened slightly, but he slowed down his spiritual power and patiently repaired the cracks in his meridians.
Clearly, there were top-grade healing pills in his storage bag; taking just one would instantly cure any serious illness.
But Ji Fuguang didn't mention it, as if he had forgotten about this little thing. He did it himself, his spiritual power flowing through Sheng Zhiyi's limbs and bones, watching her various subtle reactions to the pain.
He wanted her to remember that this pain was inflicted on her by him.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sheng Zhiyi had lost all sense of time, her consciousness was becoming scattered, and her spiritual energy finally ceased to circulate.
She released her lips, slowly opened her eyes, and almost murmured:
"Senior brother... don't be angry..."
She still remembers that Ji Fuguang hadn't been very happy before.
Ji Fuguang watched her movements.
Despite still being in pain and barely having the strength to speak, her subconscious reaction was to tilt her head slightly in her direction and move a little closer.
Sheng Zhiyi struggled to lift her eyelids, only to see a hand slowly reach out and cover her eyes.
In the darkness, the fragrance of pear blossoms was quiet and deep, and a clear, gentle voice rang out:
"Junior sister, go to sleep."
Sheng Zhiyi was already exhausted, and upon hearing this sound, she could no longer hold on and immediately drifted off to sleep.
The candlelight flickered and swayed in the night breeze, casting ever-changing shadows inside the room.
After a long while, a low, hoarse voice drifted away like a thin mist in the air, a sigh that seemed to disappear with the wind, leaving one wondering if it was just a hallucination in a dream.
"...I'm not angry anymore."
The next day, Sheng Zhiyi opened her eyes, her consciousness still lingering on the night before she fell asleep. She instinctively called out:
"Senior brother."
A dull ache lingered in her lip, which she had bitten the night before. Sheng Zhiyi frowned and looked around.
The room was empty. She propped herself up on the bed with one hand and touched her chest with her palm.
The dull pain in her meridians had disappeared. She tried to circulate her spiritual energy, and all her hidden injuries were completely healed. Her previously stagnant spiritual energy flowed freely and smoothly.
Suddenly, she opened her almond-shaped eyes slightly, clearly somewhat surprised.
The spiritual energy was quickly activated and circulated through the meridians once more.
Sure enough, her feeling was right; her meridians had indeed expanded slightly.
Although it has only widened slightly, it can now hold more spiritual energy.
I wonder how long it would take to meditate and cultivate one's mental techniques to achieve this effect.
Before her joy could fully take hold, she suddenly wondered how much effort Ji Fuguang had expended last night...
It should be understood that this method is difficult and dangerous, requiring gradual expansion inch by inch, and its level of precision is astonishing.
Even if Elder Shen doted on Shen Qingming as much as he did, he probably never did this to him.
Thinking of this, Sheng Zhiyi could no longer sit still. She threw off the covers and wanted to get out of bed to find Ji Fuguang.
"What are you doing?"
Bathed in the sunlight, a figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist stepped into the room, tall and elegant.
Ji Fuguang watched her prepare to get out of bed, a half-smile on his face, and slowly spoke:
"Is Junior Sister so eager to participate in the sect selection and then shatter her meridians again?"
Feeling guilty, Sheng Zhiyi quickly pulled the blanket back over herself.
"Senior brother... I was wrong, I won't do it again."
"As expected of Junior Sister, there's not a single flaw in what you said." Ji Fuguang raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile on his face: "It won't be like this in the future... so even though you're injured now, you can still run around?"
Hearing his sarcastic words, Sheng Zhiyi simply stopped talking.
Seeing him walk to the bedside, she reached out her fingers, pinched his sleeve, and gently shook it.
Anything she says now will be wrong, so she might as well just show weakness.
Ji Fuguang glanced at her.
Sheng Zhiyi put on a pitiful look, blinking her almond-shaped eyes repeatedly, as if to say: I'm already like this, please don't be angry anymore!
Ji Fuguang's gaze fell on her fingers, and he said calmly:
"Let go."
Oh no, she's still angry!
Sheng Zhiyi now wore a bitter face and looked dejected.
Why is the young master so hard to please?
She was feeling embarrassed and distressed when something cold suddenly touched her lips.
Looking up, she saw Ji Fuguang sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a medicine bowl he had just taken out of his storage bag in one hand and a spoon in the other, which he was placing on her lips.
He looked at Sheng Zhiyi calmly, his tone even:
"Dislocated tendons in the left shoulder, fractured little finger in the left hand, stabbed in the right leg... Do you want me to continue?"
Sheng Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. She dropped her coquettish act, obediently opened her mouth, and swallowed the medicine from the spoon.
Actually, she has always been afraid of drinking Chinese medicine, always feeling that it is fishy and bitter, and difficult to swallow.
But... this time, the herbal medicine didn't taste so bad after I swallowed it...
Ji Fuguang spooned the medicine into Sheng Zhiyi's mouth one spoonful at a time.
The spoon and medicine bowl clattered against each other, making a crisp clanging sound that echoed in the room during the late spring season.
As the medicinal soup in the porcelain bowl gradually decreased, Ji Fuguang tilted the bowl over, scooped up the last spoonful of medicine, and brought it to Sheng Zhiyi's lips.
Sheng Zhiyi drank the last spoonful of herbal medicine in one gulp.
Just as she was about to say something, a mechanical system voice suddenly sounded in her mind:
[Good morning, player Sheng Zhiyi!]
[A new strategy guide has been released. Please check your inbox.]
[Strategy Task: Sew personal items for Ji Fuguang to gain his favor.]
[Task Reward: 100 points]
[Punishment for failure: Extinction of existence]
[Task completion countdown: 24:00:00]
[Please complete the current strategy mission as soon as possible!]
Sheng Zhiyi's expression froze.
Things she had forgotten about because of her injuries resurfaced in her mind.
That night, she wasn't drunk at all... but she froze and blushed when she was with Ji Fuguang...
What's wrong with her?
Are they really acting normally...?
Sheng Zhiyi dared not think any further; her attention was focused on the line of words in her mind.
[Punishment for failure: Extinction of existence]
If she doesn't complete the tasks, the system will erase her existence, causing her to disappear from this world.
But if the task is completed... if...
The slightly bitter taste of the medicine still lingered in her mouth; the medicine was warm and had been personally brewed by Ji Fuguang.
Opening the history in the system taskbar, Sheng Zhiyi's eyes were stung by a line of text.
[Final Reward: Return to Reality]
She will eventually have to return to reality, so everything she's doing now...
Is she... deceiving Ji Fuguang...?
Sheng Zhiyi was deeply shocked, a complex feeling welled up inside her, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the corner of the blanket so tightly that her fingertips turned white.
"Open your mouth."
Suddenly, my chin was pinched by two cold fingers.
Sheng Zhiyi raised her eyes in a daze and panic. Ji Fuguang pinched her chin with his fingers, lowered his eyelids, and glanced at her.
"Stop biting."
Sheng Zhiyi then realized that she had subconsciously bitten her lip again.
She quickly let go and forced a smile.
"Thank you, senior brother."
Ji Fuguang stared at her expression and slowly said:
"Elder Chen sent a message last night."
Upon hearing that it was Chen Huaiyu, Sheng Zhiyi's heart immediately jumped. She cautiously asked:
"What did Elder Chen... say?"
Could it be that the jar of wine has some other purpose?
For example... it can evoke deep-seated desires...
Ji Fuguang looked at her expression, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly curled his lips into a gentle and composed smile:
She said that she had sent the wrong jar of wine a few days ago; she had sent 'Delusion Pleasure,' a wine that can bewitch the mind, and asked if it had caused us any trouble.
This answer surprised Sheng Zhiyi, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes and look at Ji Fuguang in astonishment.
So, both of them were drunk that night and were mentally clouded, which is why they didn't act like themselves?
That's why Ji Fuguang and she got a little carried away...
In an instant, Sheng Zhiyi felt a mix of emotions, unsure whether to feel fortunate or disappointed.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then Sheng Zhiyi hesitated before speaking:
"So that's how it is..."
Ji Fuguang revealed a bright and gentle smile, just like a senior brother who cares about his disciples.
"Actually, there's nothing much going on. Although sword cultivators are the most numerous in the sect, and fellow disciples mostly spar with each other using swordsmanship, teaching the zither isn't uncommon either." He looked at Sheng Zhiyi and said softly:
I replied to her, saying that nothing was wrong, everything was normal, and she didn't need to worry.
Sheng Zhiyi looked away and smiled:
"Yes, there was nothing wrong with it!"
When Ji Fuguang said those words, he kept looking at her, as if he was saying them specifically for her to hear.
But how could that be? She only felt something after hearing about the system's task; how could Ji Fuguang possibly know what she was thinking?
She's probably overthinking it...
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