Chapter 27: Yinglong Bone (IV) “I want the Yinglong Bone on your back…
When Yinglong saw Xie Rangchen's face, his body shuddered uncontrollably and he regained consciousness.
Although he had not seen Xie Rangchen's face three hundred years ago, Yinglong felt that it was undoubtedly him ever since he revealed his full appearance.
His only thought at this moment was: It's over, I hurt his beloved junior sister, she's going to die.
Xie Rangchen looked up at Yinglong's image and curled his lips slightly. "It seems you've encountered a new opportunity. Is it that nine-tailed white fox? Coincidentally, I had a new grudge against him two days ago, and now that I've met you, I can settle it all at once."
Yinglong: “…” I said that stinky fox had no good intentions!
In one day, his heart was like a speeding car running on a mountain road, going up and down with no place to land.
Tired, let's destroy it. Yinglong thought so.
"Yan Sheng." Xie Rangchen called out softly.
A magic sword flew out from his waist, short and thin, but extremely sharp.
Xie Rangchen stretched out his hand and flicked the sword, and Yansheng seemed to have gained consciousness and automatically rushed towards the golden dragon image.
He continued chatting with Yinglong as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, but Yinglong trembled as he listened.
"Three hundred years ago, I peeled off your golden scales to make wristbands for my wrists. What will you take this time?"
What? Take his life. Yinglong rolled his eyes inwardly. Listen, all the monks are so sanctimonious.
His magic image was invincible against Zhu Ciying and other people in the Nascent Soul and Fusion stages, but when he met Xie Rangchen... it was just a sword infused with his spiritual power, and Yinglong tried his best to resist, but he couldn't.
Yansheng almost suppressed him and his Dharma image.
Xie Rangchen returned to Zhu Ciying and cast a cleansing spell to help her clean the blood off her body and clothes.
After his spiritual roots recovered, his cultivation returned to the peak of his previous life. If he hadn't suppressed it at the last moment, he would have ascended to the upper realm by now.
Taking out a green porcelain bottle from the air, Xie Rangchen poured some liquid onto his palm, then rubbed it to heat it, and applied it to the bloodstain on the back of Zhu Ciying's hand.
"It hurts..." The girl frowned in a half-asleep state.
Xie Rangchen paused slightly, placed a finger on the center of her forehead, and poured spiritual power into her soul to relieve her pain.
Zhu Ciying's brows gradually relaxed.
Her long eyelashes trembled twice, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Sleep a little longer." Xie Rangchen said.
Zhu Ciying sat up and looked up at his face and his outfit in a daze.
"Is there something dirty on my face?" He touched his face. After two weeks of recuperation, his body had regained some flesh.
Xie Rangchen noticed her gaze vaguely falling on him, and smiled slightly, saying, "Ji Feibai's clothes don't quite suit me, so on the way here, I bought a new set of clothes at the clothing store."
"My junior sister and I both like light blue."
Zhu Ciying nodded. She didn't like light blue, but she loved it because her senior brother in her previous life liked it.
"Where is Yinglong?" she suddenly thought.
"He..." A loud bang behind him brought on a strong wind, and Xie Rangchen's robes rustled. He stood in front of Zhu Ciying, one hand protecting the back of her head and pressing it against his chest.
Zhu Ciying could hear his steady and rhythmic heartbeat.
When the aftermath subsided, he released his hand: "I was forced by the situation. I'm sorry for the offense."
"It's no problem."
"Can you stand up?" Xie Rangchen extended his arm forward so that she could use it to get up.
"I can do it myself." Zhu Ciying pushed his arm away, and even though it was a bit difficult, she still walked towards the place where Yinglong fell in one breath.
Behind her, Xie Rangchen shook his head helplessly and followed silently.
There was not a single intact part on Yinglong's body, and there were several scars on his back so deep that the bones were visible.
He half-opened his eyes and saw two figures, one in front and one behind, one short and one tall.
"Are you here to laugh at me?" Yinglong vomited blood.
Zhu Ciying's eyes were icy as he repeated his previous condition: "I want the Yinglong bone on your back."
"Dream on," Yinglong said weakly. "Without my dragon bone, all my cultivation is wasted. The beast race doesn't have laws and regulations like you humans do to protect the weak. Falling into weakness is no different from being dead."
"I admit that what you said makes sense." Zhu Ciying said, "but what does it have to do with me?"
"As one of the people you almost killed, you're trying to use my sympathy to survive. Save your energy."
She is not a good person and doesn't have much sympathy for him.
Yinglong's last hope was also wiped out.
"Yan Sheng." Xie Rangchen summoned the magic sword again.
Yansheng spun in the air and stabbed into a bone on Yinglong's back, picking out a bloody bone amid Yinglong's screams.
Xie Rangchen performed the cleaning spell and gave it to Zhu Ciying.
Zhu Ciying didn't take it, but looked at him and said, "Brother, take it to repair your sword bone."
For the first time, Xie Rangchen ignored her. "I've seen Junior Sister use a sword, and her swordsmanship is incredibly impressive. If she can develop a sword bone from it, her swordsmanship will surely reach even greater heights. Why don't you take it and use it yourself?"
Zhu Ciying touched her back spine, where there used to be a sword bone that she loved and hated.
Now it was empty, just like everything she had gained in her previous life, all gone.
If you lose something, it doesn’t matter anymore.
"First, I'm not a sword cultivator, so the sword bone is dispensable to me. Second, only a complete sword bone can be considered a true sword cultivator. Your sword bone is damaged, and the Yinglong bone is the only way to remedy it. We can't waste this opportunity."
There was silence all around, and the air was stagnant.
Xie Rangchen exchanged a deep look with Zhu Ciying, then accepted the dragon bone: "I understand."
He leaned down and motioned Zhu Ciying to come forward: "I listen to what Junior Sister says. So, can you listen to me this time?"
"Don't hold on any longer, I'll carry you back."
"Okay?"
*
When Linghe returned, he brought good news:
Yinglong was defeated by a mysterious swordsman. Qu Wanqing, Xu Feihuai, and Yun Bujin were all safe and sound, reuniting safely with Zhu Ciying and Xie Rangchen halfway up the mountain.
They are currently on their way back to Yu Mansion.
The stone that was weighing on Master Yuyin's heart finally fell off.
"A sword cultivator?" Yu Haochu savored these four words.
"He used a sword?"
Ling He was stunned for a moment: "Of course sword cultivators use swords."
It's not him. Yu Haochu hid the disappointment in his eyes.
He threw a wooden token to Ling He and said, "Inform all Yu Family disciples to go to the streets for free medical treatment. No one is allowed to be late."
"Understood, sir." The crane bit the wooden sign and flew away again.
"Let's go back to the Yu Mansion and check on the children's injuries."
*
Yu Mansion.
"Report—"
"Master, they are back."
Yu Yongji rubbed his hands and strode out to greet him.
Qu Wanqing and Xu Feihuai carried Yun Bujin on their left and right as they entered the room, and Xie Rangchen followed closely behind, carrying Zhu Ciying on his back.
As soon as they entered the door, the five of them were startled by the team ready to go in the yard.
Qu Wanqing asked, "Uncle Yu, what are you going to do?"
"Of course I'm going up the mountain to rescue you!" Yu Yongji glared, "Come on, don't just stand there. Come inside quickly. I'll send someone to treat your injuries."
"Oh oh." Qu Wanqing took Yun Bujin to the medical room in the mansion.
Xie Rangchen turned a corner with Zhu Ciying on his back.
"Hey, Xiao Jiang, where are you taking Yingying? The infirmary is over here." Yu Yongji called him.
Xie Rangchen: "I'll take her back to her room to rest."
"It's not too late to rest after seeing the injury."
Zhu Ciying explained, "My senior brother knows medicine, and he has already treated my injuries. Uncle Yu, I'm fine now, I just need a good night's sleep. Don't worry."
Yu Yongji scratched the back of his head and said, "Okay then... If you feel uncomfortable at all, you must tell me."
Zhu Ciying: "Okay."
Xie Rangchen walked her back to her room with ease and covered her with a blanket.
"I'm fine, go and fuse the Yinglong bone as soon as possible." Zhu Ciying urged.
"Um."
Before leaving, Xie Rangchen closed the door.
Zhu Ciying lay on the bed for a while and fell into a deep sleep.
A dreamless night.
When she woke up again, it was already noon the next day.
During this period, Qu Wanqing came to see her.
Two days later, Yun Bujin's injury had healed.
At night, a table of people sat in the secret room of Yu Mansion.
"Have you noticed that Yingying has become very quiet since she woke up?" Yu Yongji picked up a broad bean, put it in his mouth and chewed it with a stutter.
"Yes, if there were no difference between men and women, I would suspect that my junior brother was pretending to be my junior sister." Qu Wanqing glanced at Xu Feihuai beside her.
Xu Feihuai: “…”
Yun Bujin said: "So, the theme of today's secret meeting is how to make Junior Sister happy."
Yu Yin Zhenren tapped his head with his folding fan and said, "When Ming Ran was unhappy in the past, I gave her some gifts, and her mood would improve."
Qu Wanqing touched his chin and made up his mind: "Let's split up. I'll go shopping tomorrow for some clothes and jewelry."
Yun Bujin said, "I'm responsible for buying books and rare antiques."
Xu Feihuai: "I'm buying a sword."
Yu Yongji chuckled and proudly shook the key in his hand: "I will open the Yu Mansion's storehouse and let her choose what she likes."
"By the way, Xiao Jiang, what did you give her?"
Xie Rangchen thought for a moment, then took out another dragon whisker that Yansheng had cut off and said, "Make her some dragon whisker candy."
Everyone: “…” Can anyone explain to him that dragon beard candy really doesn’t require dragon beards?
The third day of recuperation.
Zhu Ciying received various gifts from her fellow students and Yu Yongji.
Looking at the table piled with clothes, jewelry, various books, rare antiques, three swords and a key, she fell into deep thought.
During the battle with Yinglong, her jade flute was broken, and she didn't know who to find to repair it, so she has been silent for the past two days.
Senior sisters must have misunderstood something.
Unable to sleep late at night, Zhu Ciying walked out of the room while thinking about how to return the gift tomorrow.
When Xie Rangchen came looking for her, he knocked on the door several times but received no response. He was afraid that Zhu Ciying had a fever like last time and didn't know it, so he pushed the door open and entered, only to find the bed empty.
After walking out of the house, he stood alone in the yard. Just as he was about to release his spiritual sense to search, he looked up and saw a person sitting on the roof.
Xie Rangchen flew up and sat down beside him, keeping a distance.
"Everyone thinks that you don't want to talk these days because you are in a bad mood, so they send you gifts to make you happy." He suddenly said.
"Yeah. I know. I'll explain it to them tomorrow."
Zhu Ciying was wearing thin clothes, and Xie Rangchen was worried that she would catch a cold at night, so he set up a barrier around her to isolate her from the cold air.
"As the saying goes, heart disease needs to be cured with heart medicine. Why are you unhappy, Junior Sister?" Xie Rangchen is a person who is always straightforward when he should be straightforward, and tactful when he should be tactful, and rarely embarrasses others.
Zhu Ciying buried her head in her arms: "My jade flute is broken, and I don't know who to find to repair it."
"I see."
Xie Rangchen took out two wine cups and poured two glasses of clear liquid: "Junior sister, do you believe me?"
Zhu Ciying was startled: "You can refine weapons?"
"I know a little. If you trust me, I can help you make a jade flute that suits you better." Xie Rangchen handed her a cup and said, "Drunken Immortal Brew. It tastes like wine, but it won't make you drunk. You can drink it without worry, Junior Sister."
Zhu Ciying's eyebrows curved.
She took a sip of the intoxicating wine, and a gleam of surprise flashed across her eyes.
Xie Rangchen said, "As long as you want to drink, I'll always have enough."
Zhu Ciying clinked glasses with him.
The moon is bright in the sky and the wine smells pleasant.
Tonight, there was a faint aroma of wine in the wind of the Yu Mansion, mixed with the girl's resounding response.
"I trust you."
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