437: Chapter 424: Before the Sparrow’s Eyes 437: Chapter 424: Before the Sparrow’s Eyes Zhao Changhe was speaking genuinely.
In fact, ever since he learned from the “Mountain and River Atlas” left behind by Xuanwu Venerable that the “Jun Heaven Blood Jade” he needed for body refining was with the Ancient Spirit Clan, Zhao Changhe had known that he would eventually make the trip.
All clues now pointed in that direction, the third page of the Heavenly Book, the Yunyang Leaf… as well as exploring the bridge between the present and the ancient.
He had encountered nurous secret realms before, but they were all small-scale.
A place where large clans resided would obviously be a different situation; it was a world in itself.
Tapping into the heritage of the last epoch, places like these were mandatory passages.
For this very reason, Zhao Changhe had always hesitated.
It wasn’t about Sisi, but because he knew that once he left, it would be a long ti, even longer than a trip to the likes of Kunlun.
In gaming terms, this would be called a major dungeon, involving a team struggling for a month through trials and tribulations.
Once a wife gave birth or a child needed nursing, the team would disband, a fundantal difference from solo instances of the past.
Who tackles major dungeons nowadays?
He dreaded the thought.
With the world changing, was it the right ti to leave for so long?
Moreover, it really was dangerous.
With his forr strength, he wouldn’t have dared to go, and now… it might still not be enough.
Tang Wanju felt in her heart that it needed soone of the level of Marquis Wu of Martial Peace, Qin Dingjiang… Of course, that was just speculation.
Nobody truly knew what lay inside; it was all blind guessing until one saw it with their own eyes.
Regardless, now really seed to be the ti to go and see for himself.
Tang Wanju’s gaze beca distant; it was clear in her eyes that Zhao Changhe was going for the Yunyang Leaf to save her life, anything else was rely an excuse or incidental.
Nestled in Zhao Changhe’s arms, Tang Wanju remained silent for a very long ti before she softly spoke, “Perhaps it’d be better to let Marquis Wu go, and you return to the capital with to help manage affairs…”
Zhao Changhe looked at her exasperatedly, “Marquis Wu to replace in cultivating the Blood Shura Body, huh…”
Tang Wanju pursed her lips, not looking him in the eyes.
She always felt he was making excuses.
“Alright, I’m not so treasure, I truly need to go,” Zhao Changhe reached out and scratched her chin, feeling like he was scratching a cat.
“And I’m not leaving right now anyway; my injuries haven’t healed yet.
It will take so ti to recuperate.
If you’re worried, why not help with so preparations during this ti?”
Tang Wanju, tickled by his touch, angrily grabbed his hand, “Talking of preparations, there’s no need for your reminder… and stop being so handsy!
Do you want to throw you into a pool?”
“Do you know what I’m most uneasy about leaving behind?”
Initially, she hadn’t thought about it, but his question made it clear to her.
What he was most uneasy about was her illness.
If he was gone too long, he didn’t know what might happen, and then no one would be around to tend to her.
Previously in Xiangyang, he had only managed to suppress the residual effects caused by the activation of the Third Secret Treasure she had accessed; the original condition remained unchanged, with no improvent.
Treatnt hadn’t continued, there was no elixir, and his level in the Rejuvenation Technique still needed improvent.
He had not used treatnt as an excuse to greedily steal a kiss.
By his own estimation, she only had two or three years left to live.
As another year passed without major incidents, her life expectancy was now barely over a year…
And if sothing went wrong during this ti, like getting involved in an intense battle or being injured, it could drastically shorten this tifra, with the possibility of her dying suddenly becoming very real.
He couldn’t be at ease.
“We have dicine now…” Tang Wanju spoke softly, looking down, “Transford Lotus and Bodhi Fruit, I’ve already prepared it, and have been taking it myself; it should help restore the damaged ridians, so I won’t easily cough…
Besides…
the dicine is also beneficial for your current injury recovery…”
“But there’s only one dose?
So you’re keeping it and haven’t taken it?”
“Yes…” Tang Wanju’s voice trembled more and more; she knew where this was headed.
In fact, when preparing the dicine, she had already subconsciously decided what to do next, hence she hadn’t taken it herself… she subconsciously avoided thinking about it.
Dual Cultivation, where everyone shared the efficacy of the dicine, was the least wasteful.
And such Dual Cultivation, beyond the tickling-like kisses to transfer qi, was clearly not sufficient.
The dicine’s power spread to limbs and soaked into ridians, through kissing?
Obviously, a more genuine approach was needed…
But to initiate such a thing over this… Tang Wanju’s heart was in turmoil.
To say she was unwilling wasn’t quite right, and yet she felt it was rushed, inappropriate.
Thus, she didn’t want to be the one to bring it up, but now that Zhao Changhe had ntioned it, they had to face it.
He would want it, of course, he was that petty, expecting Tang to clean herself up and wait.
Of course, Zhao Changhe’s injury wasn’t strictly reliant on this elixir, but who could resist such a perfect excuse that promised both healing and the fulfilnt of a long-held wish?
Zhao Changhe was saying, “Let see the dication; I’m still your chief physician, don’t take matters into your own hands.”
Tang Wanju scoffed, keep acting, why don’t you.
Yet her hands obediently produced the dication, two types of drugs had been formulated into pills, only the size of a fingertip, crystal clear like jade and pearls.
The vast life qi of the Buddhist tradition radiated from them, and just one sniff seed to relax one’s body, clearly a treasure of healing.
Zhao Changhe, with a smile, popped the elixir pill into Tang Wanju’s lips, and she held the pill in her mouth, staring straight at him.
As expected, the next mont, Zhao Changhe kissed her.
Tang Wanju sighed internally and closed her eyes.
She knew… couldn’t escape it, could she?
But deep down, she truly felt it was done rashly; the first ti wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Just as she was thinking this, she felt Zhao Changhe extend his tongue and push the elixir pill into her mouth, his hand moving as if to unfasten her belt.
Tang Wanju instinctively wanted to push him away, not wanting to continue.
But in the next mont, she felt numbness in her chest—he had already pressed her acupoint.
Tang Wanju stared in shock.
Are you afraid I’ll resist, so you resort to this?
Zhao Changhe whispered close to her ear, “You kept the elixir, obviously intending to give it to …
You never care about your own life…
Did you also think to push the elixir into my stomach while kissing ?
Nice try.”
Tang Wanju: “?”
His lips pressed against hers again, harshly prying open her teeth and pushing the elixir down her throat deeply.
With a “gulp,” the elixir was completely swallowed.
Zhao Changhe humd smugly, “Can’t spit it out now, can you?”
His finger pressed at the Central Court, and the Rejuvenation Technique fully activated.
In the blink of an eye, the elixir rged into her body, soaking her tattered ridians.
Tang Wanju just stared blankly at him, the stiffness from her pressed acupoint began to soften, allowing his hand to trace the lung ridian and eventually stop outside the lungs.
What was that…
Zhao Changhe’s expression turned strange too, “So soft…”
Tang Wanju’s cheeks were flushed, her head slightly turned.
Oh, you can still turn your head?
Did the acupoint release?
The acupoint is released but you don’t struggle, just turn your head?
Without saying another word, Zhao Changhe reached in, “I need to direct my qi through my palm to soothe the lungs directly; as everyone knows, doing it through clothing can lead to going berserk…”
Tang Wanju felt both amused and frustrated, but when she tried to speak, the words were choked in her throat and wouldn’t co out.
Compared to his total devotion to her well-being, such a little mischievous thought, let him have it…
Her clothes half-undone, her snow-white shoulders exposed under the moonlight, the moon as frosty as snow, the skin like creamy jade.
Soft sighs fluttered under the moon, even Yue’er couldn’t help but hide behind the clouds, whether out of shyness or guilt.
At the edge of the sky, the first light of dawn appeared faintly, and faces of a bird and a turtle peeked over the wall.
The bird face was already fiery, and it seed even more ablaze now, nearly tinting the morning clouds red with its flas.
The turtle face blinked and blinked, utterly delighted.
“Listen to that flirtatious voice…” Vermilion Bird’s voice seed squeezed from between clenched teeth: “Who are you putting on that cold and lofty act for usually?”
San Niang secretly thought that your usual arrogant and fierce deanor seems more interesting like this, so stop complaining…
Their presence there and their conversation wouldn’t go unnoticed by Tang Wanju; in her sha and anger, she tried to push Zhao Changhe away, but she was too weak and couldn’t.
Out of desperation, she exclaid, “Still kissing, what about your martial arts alertness?
Soone’s coming!”
Zhao Changhe was startled, but before he could react, a fragrant breeze brushed by, and Vermilion Bird’s voice ca through, “Keep going, wasn’t it agreed that you’d do it in front of Vermilion Bird Venerable?
I’m indeed enjoying this.”
The sha and anger in Tang Wanju’s heart peaked, but she wouldn’t admit defeat before this old rival.
Her eyes quick as ever, she, regardless of her indecent exposure at the mont, leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Zhao Changhe’s neck, whispering seductively, “We are enjoying our mont, what does the Venerable have to do with it…
The Venerable forbids Holy Daughters from being with him, but are you going to forbid as well?
You really overstep.”
Smoke seed to rise from Vermilion Bird’s every orifice.
For the first ti in her life, Tang Wanju actively pressed her lips against Zhao Changhe’s, her kisses sounding smack after smack.
There, make you watch helplessly with a mask on, aren’t you just thrilled, Venerable?
Vermilion Bird Venerable was not thrilled at all, whereas Xuanwu Venerable was so happy he nearly rolled on the ground.
But the man himself couldn’t contain it anymore, awkwardly stepping back slightly, “Stop it, isn’t it awkward with both Venerables watching…
Uh, what brings you two here?”
“Nothing much…” Vermilion Bird crossed her arms, “Just wanted to see you do it, for real.
What’s with stopping halfway?
Go all the way.”
Tang Wanju then rose lazily, elegantly fixing her clothes, and returned to her seat to boil water for tea, as if nothing had happened, “If the Venerable wants to watch, go watch your own Winged Fire Snake.
I won’t accompany you…
If the Venerable has seen enough, then if there’s nothing else, I won’t see you out.”
Vermilion Bird didn’t quite know how to feel.
This feeling of being openly defied and unable to retaliate, how frustrating…
Vermilion Bird has really lost face this ti.
But speaking of which, Tang Wanju at this mont, letting go of all inhibitions deeply rooted in her bones, truly made her seem like a different person.
They had contended for over a decade and never thought she would show such a deanor—it was like a quiet orchid in a secluded valley suddenly blooming into a peony.
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