Chapter 70: Ginseng Spirit – Third Princess
Lu Changyuan coughed up another mouthful of blood.
This ti, however, it carried no bloody stench.
A white silk handkerchief wiped his mouth clean.
A faint sandalwood fragrance entered his nose.
The young girl folded the silk handkerchief back neatly and placed it in her bosom.
After a mont’s thought, she placed the silk handkerchief into Lu Changyuan’s hand.
“Wipe yourself.”
“I say, Third Royal Highness, could you let go?”
“No. You’re injured, don’t move around.”
Between Heaven and Earth, a lotus platform was swiftly flying through the air.
This was Su Youwan’s magical artifact, possessing the effect of calming the mind.
But this lotus platform did not contain the Technique of the Suru World, so its inner space was not large.
If Su Youwan sat alone, it was naturally more than enough.
But with the addition of Lu Changyuan, it beca rather cramped.
Thus, Lu Changyuan could only be held in Su Youwan’s arms.
Anyway, he was seriously injured and could not resist.
Fairy Cihang bullying in my old and powerless state!
“Don’t even think about drinking my blood.
You’ll get addicted.”
Who knew if this Third Princess was truly a ginseng spirit incarnate—her blood actually possessed such an effect.
No wonder a heavenly anomaly appeared at her birth.
“And don’t tell anyone.”
Her voice ca faintly.
She held Lu Changyuan with her left arm, while her right hand ford a seal with two fingers to drive the lotus platform.
The birdcage was placed at her side.
Lu Changyuan sighed.
He hadn’t been thinking of drinking that stuff anyway.
He closed his eyes, began circulating his breathing, let his technique run through the great cycle of his ridians, finally settling at his dantian, and slowly began to recover his injuries.
An inner inspection of his body: bad news, he was severely injured.
Good news, his foundation was not damaged.
Perhaps, just as that Desire Demon Su Wu Xiang had said, his body was as though struck by thunder, which had caused the Body of Five Deficiencies.
Yet precisely because he had been struck by thunder so many tis, he had developed resistance.
Having endured the Blood Thunder for so long, he now needed only slight rest and could still remain at the Fourth Realm, Heavenly Authority Stage.
The Third Princess suddenly said: “Open your mouth.”
“Hm?”
“Open your mouth.”
Bewildered, Lu Changyuan opened his mouth.
A fragrant pill was placed inside, which dissolved into pure dicinal power.
“What’s this?”
“A pill refined in the palace.
It will ensure that when you are weakened, you won’t be corrupted by the Desire Demon.”
The weaker one beca, the easier it was for the Desire Demon to corrupt.
Lu Changyuan thought, what does the Desire Demon have to do with … now it does.
The Supre Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique had been shattered.
Re-cultivating it would be troubleso, for Lu Changyuan no longer planned to walk the Path of Ruthlessness.
Su Youwan asked curiously: “Does it taste good?”
“You’re asking ?”
“Yes. Because I’ve never eaten it.”
At the corner of her lips appeared a slight curve, like a crescent moon.
Lying in her embrace, Lu Changyuan could see her beautiful chin, her long neck faintly glowing.
Usually, looking down from above, one only felt that this silver-haired girl’s beauty was inhuman.
But now, gazing up from below, there was a trace of human warmth.
Lu Changyuan asked in return: “A pill refined in your Cihang Palace, and you’ve never eaten it?”
“Yes. Because I’ve never had any lack in my state of mind. Carrying the pill was rely in case of ergency.”
A Bodhisattva, transcendent and supre—born perfect?
For so reason, Lu Changyuan suddenly had a thought of dragging this Bodhisattva down into the mud.
He frowned, touched Severed Thought with the only finger he could still move, and pressed that thought down.
Su Youwan spoke softly: “Hold firm to your true heart, digest the pill.”
Without the Supre Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique, could one’s thoughts really beco so chaotic?
Lu Changyuan’s head ached sowhat.
Ever since he washed his face and rembered his identity, up until facing the tribulation, he had always held a transcendent state of mind.
But now, with that perfection gone, the Red Dust rushed at him.
This was not necessarily a bad thing.
Closing his eyes, Lu Changyuan could sense the Red Dust Sword Dao beckoning to him.
With just a nod, he could break through imdiately to the Fifth Realm.
But he did not intend to cultivate the Red Dust Sword Dao.
For now, he had yet to decide which Dao he would enter.
There were too many paths to choose from.
That was why he needed to go to the Nether Kingdom—to reflect upon himself.
Too many choices—this too was a form of trouble.
The silver-haired girl’s brows knitted slightly.
Suddenly, she said: “Why do you keep staring at ? Do you need to cover my face?”
She seed to sense his gaze.
She lowered her head, eting his eyes.
Su Youwan thought Lu Changyuan was dazzled by her beauty.
But in truth, he was rely lost in thought, considering which Dao to enter.
Lu Changyuan replied calmly: “Just curious—when did Third Royal Highness reach the Fifth Realm?”
“When you were struck by tribulation lightning, I entered the Dao.”
Her flowing silver hair shook lightly as she moved her head, brushing against Lu Changyuan’s nose, tickling him.
Her cultivation had long been suppressed.
She could have broken through a year ago.
Now it was rely water flowing to its natural course.
“Perhaps I should even thank Young Master Lu. Because you drew Heaven’s Tribulation’s attention, Heaven’s Dao did not trouble when I entered the Dao.”
Lu Changyuan smiled faintly but said nothing.
Su Youwan did not notice his mood.
Instead, she looked down at the land below.
“The sky is getting dark. Why don’t we rest for the night?”
Anyway, as long as one lived, there was enough ti.
With their pace, they could still arrive in ti.
Below was a city aglow with lights, seemingly a place where immortals and mortals mixed.
“Very well.”
Su Youwan, having traveled for days, was sowhat weary.
A night’s rest was indeed needed.
Outside the city, the girl put away the lotus platform, supported Lu Changyuan step by step into the city.
The bustling aura of the Red Dust rushed at them.
“Candied haws!”
“Donkey at fire buns!”
Lu Changyuan narrowed his eyes.
For a mont, he was unaccustod to it.
Su Youwan said softly: “Do you want sothing to eat? I’ll buy you so candied haws.”
What, was she coaxing a child?
Helpless, Lu Changyuan said: “Let’s go to an inn.”
Not far from the city gate stood an inn.
Its sign read clearly: “Welcoming Wind Inn.”
No way…
At the counter, the innkeeper was busy with an abacus, clattering away without even raising his head: “Just a al, or staying the night?”
In the dim candlelight, Lu Changyuan took a careful look at this innkeeper.
Heh.
He bore about sixty percent resemblance to that innkeeper at the foot of the Jade Palace mountain.
Could they be brothers?
Interest piqued, Lu Changyuan asked: “So late, and you can still cook?”
The innkeeper raised his head, glanced at him: “Costs extra.”
They really might be brothers—the tone was the sa.
Lu Changyuan chuckled: “Just lodging.”
“How many rooms?”
“Two—”
Su Youwan interrupted: “One.”
“Alright. One superior room. Upstairs, left turn.”
The innkeeper resud his abacus, who knew what accounts he was tallying.
Upstairs, entering the room, Su Youwan helped Lu Changyuan onto the bed, then sat cross-legged at its edge.
He still slled good to her.
After the tribulation, he slled even better—as though raw food had been cooked, all the more appetizing.
Lu Changyuan twitched at the corner of his eye.
“Third Royal Highness, isn’t this inappropriate?”
“I’m only ditating. Besides, you’re seriously injured and need care. Two rooms wouldn’t be convenient.”
“Then so be it.”
Lu Changyuan turned his head and fell asleep.
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