[System: Mission completed, 100 points credited.]
Yan Ying looked at Cen Ji's pale face and had no time to care about the mission.
System, what's wrong with him? Is it because it's too cold in the peach forest that he's sick?
[System: I don't know, but it looks like he's sick.]
Yan Ying helped Cen Ji onto the bed and covered him with a blanket, but after a while Cen Ji's breathing became steady.
"What happened..." Yan Ying touched his forehead. He didn't have a fever, so why did this happen out of nowhere?
"It seems that my body is too weak. I need to take good care of myself in the future!" Yan Ying said to herself.
Cen Ji narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Ying in front of the bed. He put all his weight on her on the way back to the room. Unexpectedly, she was very strong and did not abandon him. Instead, she helped him back to the room.
Yan Ying took the basin of water, wet the face towel, and carefully wiped Cen Ji's face and hands.
"Oh..." Yan Ying sighed.
She looked at Cen Ji with his eyes closed, and felt heartbroken. She didn't know how much suffering Cen Ji had endured in the past few years, and his body became so thin. Starting from tomorrow, she would definitely monitor his diet every meal!
"Tsk tsk tsk, being so thin, it's not okay." Yan Ying looked at Cen Ji's big hands with distinct joints.
The silent, tightly closed eyelashes trembled. Is he very thin? What's wrong with him?
If he wasn't so weak now, he really wanted to tear Yan Ying's mouth apart and let her see clearly whether he could do it or not.
"Little Cen Ji, you were so arrogant during the day, but now you can't move with your eyes closed, right?" Yan Ying pinched Cen Ji's face. She didn't expect that his face, which looked like it had no flesh, was actually very elastic and felt soft and smooth to the touch.
"Hehehe, it feels pretty good..."
Cen Ji clenched his fists imperceptibly, veins bulging on his hands.
[System: Host, please leave quickly.]
Yan Ying nodded and stood up. Before leaving, she pinched Cen Ji's little face again.
After Yan Ying left, Cen Ji opened his eyes with a dark face.
That stinky girl, he would skin her alive sooner or later.
"My Lord." Ghost Blade appeared in front of the silent bed.
The old Lord has died, and now Cen Ji's body is flowing with the old Lord's blood. He will return to the Demon Realm to succeed the throne sooner or later, so at this moment he recognizes him as the Lord.
Cen Ji held his chest and sat up.
"That girl just now caused the Lord to suffer so much. Do you want me to kill her?" Ghost Blade asked coldly.
He finally found the Lord, so naturally he found out everything he had experienced over the years.
He didn't expect that the Lord had been living like this all these years, which really made him angry.
"Killing her would be too easy. I want to keep her and play with her..." Cen Ji said with a sneer.
Gui Ren saw the ruthlessness in Cen Ji's eyes and thought that he was worthy of being the blood of the old master. In order to eliminate his weaknesses, the old master abandoned his wife and children, and his methods were cruel and ruthless.
The look in the young master's eyes is quite similar to that of the old master.
"How long will it take for my spiritual roots to recover?" Cen Ji was a little anxious. The damage to his spiritual roots could not be delayed any longer. He had to become stronger. Only when he became stronger could he protect his sister.
"The Lord's spiritual roots are severely damaged. It must be... the work of the old Lord. But under normal circumstances, as long as he continues to cultivate, his spiritual roots will definitely recover in at least six months, and at most five years."
There was a gloom in Cen Ji's eyes. He never expected that the spiritual roots that had troubled him for many years and prevented him from practicing normally were actually destroyed by his father himself. It was really ironic.
Even though his spiritual roots were damaged now, he was not completely without spiritual power. He even felt that his spiritual power was almost as strong as that of a golden elixir. It was just that his spiritual roots were damaged, so his spiritual power was sometimes present and sometimes absent, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
But he couldn't wait that long, let alone half a year, he couldn't even wait half a month.
"I want the fastest way to heal my spiritual roots." Cen Ji looked at Gui Ren and said. He had just told him in the peach forest that spiritual roots could be repaired quickly.
"There is a faster way, but the process is very painful, and if used improperly, it can be life-threatening." Ghost Blade said with some difficulty.
If anything goes wrong with the Lord, the Demon Realm will surely be in chaos.
"If I can't even endure this little bit of hardship, can you safely hand over the Demon Realm to me?" Cen Ji raised his eyes and looked at Ghost Blade tentatively.
"If my spiritual roots can't recover in a year or two, how will you explain it to the people in the Demon Realm?"
Gui Ren looked at Cen Ji and felt that what he said made sense. If he was treated slowly, by the time his spiritual roots were healed, who knows how many unexpected events would happen during this period.
If he couldn't withstand this quick treatment, he would have no chance of becoming the Lord.
Ghost Blade raised his hands and formed a seal. "My Lord, I'm sorry."
A strong black-purple light was injected from Ghost Blade's hand into Cen Ji's body.
Cen Ji felt as if a sharp blade had pierced into his body in an instant, leaving thousands of holes and piercing into every inch of his skin. His insides felt as if they were being torn apart alive, as if his skin had been peeled off and roasted on a raging fire.
The intense pain did not blur his consciousness. Instead, his pain became more and more intense, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer.
Cen Ji was sweating profusely, his hands clenched into fists tightly.
This little bit of pain was nothing. If he couldn't cultivate his spiritual roots, he wouldn't be able to protect the people he wanted to protect, and he would be bullied by others. He never wanted to experience that again.
......
I haven't seen Cen Ji for a few days?
[System: Host, it's been three days.]
Since that day when Yan Ying sent Cen Ji back to his room from the peach forest, she has never seen him again.
She went to see him the next day to bring him food, but his door was locked from the inside. Cen Ji did not respond to her, so she could not get in and had to leave.
[System: He responded. Didn’t he tell you to get lost?]
Yan Ying rolled her eyes. Why is this system so talkative? It would be great if the system was mute.
Yan Ying thought that she couldn't go on like this. She only had a short time. If she didn't coax Cen Ji, he would kill her.
She has not been idle during these three days. She has completed several small tasks. Together with the points Taolin gave her last time, she now has 150 points.
Points can save lives. If she can't influence Cen Ji, she can still save points to improve her cultivation, and then maybe she can escape.
[System: Ding Dong! There is a new task, host, please check.]
Yan Ying almost popped her eyes out of fear when she saw the task.
Sharing a bed with... with silence???
No way, are you sure this won't hasten her death?
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