Chapter 464: Chapter 451 The Secret of Sword Pavilion
Yue Hongling slowly woke up, and it was already dusk.
The first thing she did was look around, hoping to see Zhao Changhe’s figure.
She wasn’t disappointed; Zhao Changhe was sitting by the tent, surprisingly making a fire with a pot on it, from which ca the faint fragrance of dicinal herbs.
Was he… decocting dicine?
When had he learned this skill?
For so reason, seeing him making dicine made her feel warr than any other scene.
It was like coming ho after a hard day’s work to find a husband who has already prepared a delicious al, waiting for you to return.
It also felt like no matter how much wind and rain beat down outside, there was always a solid haven here.
That restless heart unconsciously began to feel lazy, unwilling to move anymore.
No, she shouldn’t feel like this…
Yue Hongling struggled to get up, but Zhao Changhe imdiately sensed it, turned his head, frowned, and said displeased, “Lie down!”
Yue Hongling: “?”
Wow, the brother’s got an attitude now.
Zhao Changhe said, “Last ti in the Xuanwu Secret Realm, the energy crystal cleansed your body and soothed so of your old injuries. Do you think you can start being reckless again? Fighting people day after day, and even after a fight, you act tough. Don’t you care about your body?”
Yue Hongling pouted her lips and muttered sothing unexpectedly: “Maybe you want this body.”
Zhao Changhe: “?”
Yue Hongling leaned back, stiffening her neck to stare at the ceiling and stopped talking.
Really, how could she say such a flirtatious, shaless thing to him? Though they hadn’t seen each other for so long, they felt slightly strangers…
Speaking of which, her injuries didn’t hurt much, almost healed, except for the shoulder wound and the one inflicted during the life-and-death fight with Lan Tiankuo still ached… Uh, did he bandage this? For such a long wound, he had to have undressed to bandage it…
Zhao Changhe glanced at her but said nothing for the mont, opened the dicine jar, observed it for a while, nodded, picked up a stick to lift the jar aside, wrapped his hands with a thick cloth, and carefully began to pour the dicine.
Yue Hongling stealthily glanced at his actions, feeling incredibly lazy and indescribably happy, with the corners of her mouth unwittingly lifting into a smile, unnoticed even to herself.
Zhao Changhe brought the bowl of dicine over, sitting beside her, and carefully blew on it a few tis: “Co on, the dicine’s ready.”
Yue Hongling heard her own voice, soft and sweet, “What kind of dicine? Aren’t all my injuries external?”
“Of course, it’s for blood replenishnt and also to heal bodily tissues…”
“When did you learn dicine?”
“Just now.” Zhao Changhe scooped up a small spoonful, blew on it endlessly, and brought it to her lips which were pale from blood loss: “Ah…”
Yue Hongling opened her mouth and took it. Although it was incredibly bitter, it felt as sweet as sugar water from her tongue to her stomach.
Sisi had just reached the doorway, peeking in, her face contorted like a lemon peel, and she walked away indignantly.
The two of them, with their usually extrely sharp senses, seed unable to feel anything else, continuing to take turns, leisurely sipping the dicine.
By the end of the night, when all the dicine was gone, Yue Hongling was still peering eagerly as if wondering why there was so little of it. Zhao Changhe couldn’t help laughing, “You’re just a little girl two months younger than .”
Yue Hongling humd twice, hugging the quilt and turning inward, refusing to look at him.
From behind her, Zhao Changhe’s voice ca, “Does this an, next ti we try this side-lying entry position?”
Yue Hongling angrily turned back: “I knew it, that’s all you think about, is treating my injuries just so you can use sooner?”
“Heh.” Zhao Changhe reached out to wipe the dicine stain left on the corner of her lips, his eyes glinting with amusent: “Little girl.”
“Hey!”
Zhao Changhe bent down and pecked lightly on her lips: “Rest well.”
After he had finished speaking, he got up and placed the empty bowl on the table in the corner: “From a doctor’s perspective, it’d be best if you lay down for three days without moving… But it seems your physique has improved too, with much stronger recovery power than a normal martial artist. Also, you contain a very sharp aura of killing, was it from absorbing the True Martial Sword Stone then?”
“Yeah, I feel like I’m transforming a type of sword body, but I don’t know what to call this process.”
“Theoretically, it’s called the Supre Sword Body, but you didn’t follow exactly the sword stone’s energy pattern. Perhaps in the future, you might develop your unique sword body, maybe call it the Changhe Body?”
Yue Hongling glared, “This is clearly a Red Feather Body, how did it beco a Changhe Body?”
“Because it belongs to Zhao Changhe.”
“Pah, have you no sha!”
Zhao Changhe sat back down and reached his hand around her neck.
The girl who had just been scolding him for being shaless naturally leaned into the crook of his shoulder.
Zhao Changhe whispered in her ear, “It belongs to Zhao Changhe, doesn’t it?”
Yue Hongling huddled against his shoulder, pouting for a long while before finally murmuring, “Yes.”
She could even guess why Zhao Changhe would say such assertive words; the next sentence was probably going to be, “Don’t ever get seriously hurt alone out there again, because this body is mine…”
However, to her surprise, Zhao Changhe didn’t say that; instead, he said, “So I need to take good care of it, so you can wield your sword across the Worldly Society with even more freedom.”
Yue Hongling’s heart skipped a beat as if a large stone had been thrown into a lake, sending ripples across the surface, tingling and numbing her.
“You…” She wanted to say sothing, but her lips were sealed again.
Yue Hongling simply didn’t speak and parted her lips slightly, letting him invade.
Her mouth was filled with the taste of dicine, bitterly vanquishing her.
Zhao Changhe didn’t mind the bitterness at all and kissed her intensely, releasing the pent-up longing until he finally, contentedly, held her, feeling the rarely tender swordswoman nuzzle close.
A sense of satisfaction filled his heart… Who could see Yue Hongling like this?
Yue Hongling’s lips, pale from blood loss, gained a rosy hue from his kisses, her face faintly blushing, feeling very uncharacteristic of herself after waking up.
But what could she do… in such a weary mont, he appeared beside her like a Heavenly God descending, gently preparing and administering dicine, saying it was so she could fight freely across the Worldly Society.
How did he get so good at this…
The two embraced quietly for a while until Zhao Changhe finally broached the main topic, “Hey, what happened at the Sword Pavilion? I saw traces of your fight with the Sword Pavilion disciples, it seed like you were injured.”
“I was injured.”
“Did you discover sothing about them?”
“Um…” Yue Hongling said, “I was just normally visiting the Sword Pavilion to experience their swordsmanship. Normally speaking, Yue Hongling has so reputation in the Worldly Society as a swordsman, and I have no grudges with the Sword Pavilion, so a visiting challenge should have been welcod, a mutual exchange to benefit both sides…”
“And then?”
“When I arrived, the Sword Pavilion had already relocated. There were still so people finishing up moving things. I didn’t think much of it, thinking it was just a routine relocation, and I went ahead and greeted the leader out of courtesy, out of curiosity I asked where the Sword Pavilion was moving to. The leader was vague, and sothing in the conversation felt off, so I observed their caravan carefully…” Yue Hongling’s tone grew grave and fearful, “It turned out I recognized soone in their group who I had seen before in the Worldly Society, soone who was definitely not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.”
Zhao Changhe exclaid, “He joined the Sword Pavilion?”
“I greeted him, but he didn’t respond at all, his gaze dull, almost like he wasn’t alive.”
Zhao Changhe shuddered, “A Corpse Puppet? Sword Slave?”
“My first thought was also a Corpse Puppet… but recognizing a familiar face clearly touched a taboo, and the leader suddenly changed his expression and started attacking . I fled to the side mountain, fighting and retreating. During the fight, I realized those suspected to be Corpse Puppets indeed felt no pain, and that’s why I got injured.”
“I thought it was Wuding who had arrived…”
“No, by the ti Wuding arrived, I had already run away.” Yue Hongling looked a bit smug, “My prized steed is fast. They chased , and I fled into the Southwest… By the way, there were people in Shu County trying to block and capture too; there’s a problem with Shu County.”
Many puzzles suddenly beca clear.
The “relocation” of the Ba Mountain Sword House had no other reason; it was clearly because they began studying Corpse Puppets or Sword Slave Skills, fearing detection by outsiders, and thus the whole sect moved to Miao Region.
Here, controlling people with Gu Insects isn’t unusual. Even if Xia people noticed sothing amiss, it could be explained away as a hybrid of Miao Region Gu Technique.
However, Yue Hongling, being such a “main heroine luck” person, happened upon their tail end of the relocation, recognized a familiar person, and an unavoidable battle erupted…
How Shu County was also involved, along with the current disturbances in Miao Region, Yue Hongling might have unintentially triggered a major Worldly Society plot.
She, a lone heroine, realistically couldn’t do much… Luckily, she got here, sohow t Sisi, and was able to cooperate to stir things up. Otherwise, alone in Miao Region, even if she triggered a plot, she could only watch helplessly as events unfolded.
“Alone is ultimately not enough.” Zhao Changhe smiled faintly, “No worries, your husband is here.”
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PS: Will have additional updates today… Just got back from Chengdu, yesterday I really didn’t have the energy to add more, sob sob.
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