All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me Chapter 295 - 210: The Supreme Yang Body, It Was on You All

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Yet, in her heart, she harbored a different notion, so the words "mutual appreciation" were enunciated with particular emphasis.

But everyone was so imrsed in solemnity that they had no ti to delve into the nuances of the woman's phrasing.

Wenren Pingxin's brows arched slightly. She wasn't aware that the Eastern Emperor had any connection with Su Bei, but her gaze softened with a hint of pity as she looked at him.

What would he feel if he knew that his wife's bellyband was still in Su Bei's possession...?

Although she knew this joke was inappropriately tid, the more she thought about it, the stranger it seed...

"AHEM—"

"So that's how it is... Ninth Elder is inside, tending to Su Bei."

"..."

Ji Nanjue pondered for a mont, then turned his gaze towards Wenren Pingxin. "Elder Wenren, I have mastered a few minor techniques in a secret realm that might aid Elder Su's injuries."

"I wonder..."

Wenren Pingxin was taken aback. Although she didn't think Ji Nanjue could discern anything—after all, many had already examined the injuries, which were nothing more than damaged ridians and all his ribs broken.

These injuries, not severe yet not minor, could easily lead to chronic complications.

But since the Eastern Emperor has co all this way, it wouldn't be right to turn him away, would it?

So, she pushed the door open.

CREAK—

Then, with a sowhat peculiar expression, she looked at Dan Wulan's slightly flushed face.

She also glanced at the brocade blanket covering Su Bei. It seed to have been lifted by soone, particularly around the waist where it was wrinkled...

However, with the Eastern Emperor by her side, Wenren Pingxin didn't have ti for further thought. She coughed lightly and asked, "Wulan, has Junior Brother woken up?"

Dan Wulan, having regained her usual cool deanor, shook her head.

For so reason, she subconsciously licked her lips.

Mo Li's lips curled into a cold smile as she watched her. Dan Wulan t her gaze, equally defiant.

Ji Nanjue nodded towards Dan Wulan, then approached, followed by a retinue of won, and sat on the chair beside the bed.

His hand, as slender and delicate as a woman's, touched Su Bei's wrist, channeling a sliver of Spiritual Energy into him.

As Ji Nanjue's Spiritual Energy erged, the temperature within the room seed to drop noticeably.

Wenren Pingxin watched Ji Nanjue with a curious expression. What kind of constitution does he have to be so special? Could it be an extrely cold-type bloodline? No wonder the Eastern Emperor's power is so formidable.

Ji Nanjue's eyes gently closed as the Supre Yin Qi within him continuously road throughout Su Bei's body, assessing his physical condition.

Su Bei's insides were a ss. His ridians were disordered, connecting haphazardly. His Spiritual Energy was extrely congested, gathering at his Dantian.

Indeed, as Wenren Pingxin said, the damage to the ridians is severe...

He sighed softly. In this case, there's nothing I can do but let him recuperate in peace.

Just as he intended to retract his Spiritual Energy, he suddenly felt it being sucked into a murky quagmire.

Then, an indescribable heat surged from within Su Bei's body.

HISS—

Ji Nanjue's expression turned peculiar as he felt the Supre Yin Qi within him rapidly depleting; cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"AH—"

A cry of alarm rang out, the voice surprisingly delicate.

The onlookers stared at Ji Nanjue with odd expressions.

Bone-chilling cold began to emanate from his body, as if he were a block of ice.

Ignoring everything around him, Ji Nanjue kept his eyes tightly shut, cautiously controlling his Spiritual Energy.

This bizarre heat within Su Bei's body seems to be my natural counter, gripping my Spiritual Energy fiercely and refusing to let go!

Eventually, everyone else in the room also noticed sothing strange.

The temperature in the room alternated between icy cold and scorching heat, cycling back and forth between the two extres.

Could it be?

Wenren Pingxin's eyes widened in shock as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

Does he actually have a way?!

The icy Spiritual Energy throughout the room continuously converged. Ji Nanjue suddenly seed to realize sothing, the shock in his heart no longer concealable.

He released the chill from within him, allowing the man lying on the brocade couch to absorb it, his own heart pounding drastically.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP—

This is the Supre Yang.

Then, his phoenix eyes, carrying an indescribable complexity, simply gazed at the person before him.

The Supre Yang Body I've been searching for all these years... it turns out to be within you. Why must it be you, Brother Bei? All these years, I've been searching ceaselessly, having given up hope by now. But just as I had let go, the hope I've held for hundreds of years has suddenly manifested before in such a dramatic way? Is this fate? That night I saw him beneath Unrepentant Cliff, then we drank together in the Daoist Temple by Han Hai, and agreed to et again at Dongting Stream... But... how do I explain all of this?

In that mont, a myriad of emotions entangled within him, a hundred different feelings welling up in his heart.

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Perhaps Su Bei was stimulated by Ji Nanjue's Supre Yin Qi. Or maybe the effects of the First Grass Creation Pill he had taken were beginning to surface. Or perhaps it was sothing Dan Wulan had done previously...

Ji Nanjue clearly felt Su Bei's fingertip twitch slightly.

Then the movent grew more pronounced. Su Bei's forehead glowed with heat, sweat continuously pouring from his body, and his pale hand gripped Ji Nanjue's tightly.

Ji Nanjue stiffened, allowing Su Bei's strong hand to hold his.

Everyone in the room witnessed this scene, staring incredulously at the two holding hands. A chill inexplicably ran down Wenren Pingxin's back. And I'm certain, she thought, it's not because the room is too cold.