Star Farming, the eldest lady relies on alchemy to counterattack

Chapter 349 Cured
Di Youlin's previously unfocused pupils gradually focused, and the black mist swirling around his brow slowly faded.

Under Ning Xuan's treatment, Di Youlin's condition gradually improved. By the time they returned to the Qingluan Mountain villa, Di Youlin's turbulent mental energy had gradually calmed down. However, he did not wake up due to the effect of the Golden Needle Soul-Stabilizing Technique.

Yan Fuzhen scooped up Di Youlin and carried him to Ning Xuan's courtyard.

Ning Xuan pulled out the golden needles that had been inserted into Di Youlin's head one by one. The originally golden needles had now turned completely black, as if the color had seeped into the needles.

Ning Xuan then took out three translucent jade needles from the second layer of the needle pouch. With a flick of her finger, the three jade needles disappeared into his body like fireflies. Yu Mingche and Yan Fuzhen watched from the side and only felt a flash of light before the three needles, each about the length of a finger, disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a black phoenix phantom rise from Di Youlin's temples, Baihui acupoint, and Tanzhong acupoint, emitting painful and shrill phoenix cries.

The energy inside the villa suddenly became agitated, forming a visible energy vortex around the three of them.

"This is Di Youlin's genetic totem, how could this be?" Yan Fuzhen subconsciously took a half step back.

Ning Xuan wiped the fine sweat from her forehead. "The evil energy accumulated in his mind and blood is too heavy. We need to guide it out."

Ning Xuan bit her fingertip, and a drop of bright red blood fell into the phoenix phantom. The blood fell in like a drop of hot oil into a pot. With a "hiss," countless black wisps of smoke rose from the phoenix phantom in an instant. The black wisps of smoke vaporized, and the phoenix phantom gradually solidified, condensing into fiery red feathers.

A trace of color finally returned to Di Youlin's pale face, his breathing stabilized, and his mind returned to calm.

Ning Xuan waved her hand, took out the three jade needles, and put them back into the needle pouch.

Although Ning Xuan's actions did not take long, they were extremely exhausting. Yu Mingche, seeing Ning Xuan's pale complexion, took out a bottle of recovery potion and handed it to her. Ning Xuan waved her hand, indicating that she did not need it. She knew her own physical condition. It was just that her mental energy had been over-exhausted for a while. As long as she rested well, she could recover.

The entourage brought by Emperor Youlin totaled more than a dozen people, and Yan Fuzhen had already made arrangements for them.

About three hours later, Di Youlin regained consciousness.

Di Youlin slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the bedroom he was most familiar with in the Qingluan Mountain villa. When he first came here, he had secretly sneaked into this courtyard countless times, just to sleep where Ning Xuan was.

Di Youlin let out a soft breath. He was intimately familiar with every brick, tile, blade of grass, and tree here. Even with his eyes closed, he could pinpoint every detail in the dark.

Sunlight streamed through the French windows, falling on the pale blue silk sheets, the edges of which were embroidered with subtle cloud and crane patterns. On the table beneath the windowsill sat a bronze incense burner shaped like a white crane carrying auspicious symbols, its contents emitting a faint, calming fragrance—a formula Ning Xuan often used.

Di Youlin slowly propped himself up, his gaze sweeping across the room. The furnishings were exactly the same as before. Although simple, everything was incredibly valuable. The large bed beneath him, carved from golden sandalwood, constantly emitted a delicate fragrance that could soothe the mind and calm the soul—a truly rare aroma.

Outside the window, the wisteria trellis was covered in blossoms; the flowering season was over, but the foliage was still lush. He remembered countless times he had used this wisteria to climb into the yard, and whenever Ning Xuan discovered him, she would always give him a good scolding.

This is his home, the place he longs for.

He had sneaked in countless times, only to be ruthlessly driven away by Ning Xuan. Now, he could finally lie here openly, which filled him with secret joy. Looking at the familiar surroundings, he felt a sense of peace. Di Youlin turned over, smelling the fragrance emanating from the blankets—Ning Xuan's scent. He didn't want to get up.

"You're awake? Come out if you're awake," Ning Xuan called from outside.

Upon hearing Ning Xuan's greeting, Di Youlin quickly checked his clothes, then went to the bedside to look in the mirror to make sure there was nothing wrong with him before leaving the bedroom with a joyful heart.

"Di Youlin pays respects to the Master and thanks the Master for saving his life." Di Youlin bowed respectfully to Ning Xuan.

"Get up, come here and let me see you," Ning Xuan said, sitting in the main seat of the living room, beckoning to Di Youlin.

Di Youlin sat carefully on Ning Xuan's lap, his back ramrod straight, only daring to lean against her lightly, afraid of pressing down on her. He lowered his eyelashes, very obedient, even his breathing was deliberately soft.

Seeing this, Ning Xuan couldn't help but chuckle, gently poking his waist with her fingertip: "Relax, I'm not that weak, I won't break you."

Di Youlin's ears turned slightly red, and he relaxed a little. Ning Xuan didn't force him. She raised her hand to feel his pulse, her slender fingertips pressing on his wrist, the touch slightly cool.

His pulse was steady and strong, no longer as turbulent as boiling water before. She examined him closely and could feel that the previously rampant spiritual energy within him had been calmed, and the cracks in his spiritual sea were slowly healing. However, due to the excessive depletion, he still needed some time to rest.

"The recovery is going well." She withdrew her hand, her fingertips lightly tracing the palm of his hand. "Looks like my efforts weren't in vain."

Di Youlin looked at Ning Xuan with deep affection and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Knowing I've been through a lot, just take good care of yourself." Ning Xuan flicked his forehead. "Why did you go to the battlefield when you were so badly injured? Aren't you overestimating yourself?"

Di Youlin glanced at Ning Xuan guiltily. When he was injured, he didn't know that Ning Xuan had her own plans. He thought that Ning Xuan was staying at the Second Legion headquarters. He even thought that as long as he was injured, he could go to Ning Xuan for help and then he would have a reason to see her.

"Don't be so stubborn in the future, or it won't be as simple as just a few needle pricks," Ning Xuan said sternly to Di Youlin.

Di Youlin looked up at her, her reflection shimmering in his dark eyes, and replied earnestly, "Yes, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

The wind rustled through the bamboo grove outside the window. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on the two of them. Ning Xuan nudged him, "Since everything's alright, then get some rest. Stay here for the next couple of days."

Staying by Ning Xuan's side will help Di Youlin's mental state recover.

"Really? Master." Di Youlin looked at her with delight, his expression seemingly a little incredulous.

"If you don't want to stay by my side, go back to your own courtyard," Ning Xuan said sternly, deliberately teasing him.

"You know, I want to stay in your courtyard forever, thank you," Di Youlin said with a smile, his arm around Ning Xuan's waist.