Minglong

Chapter 157 The Shadowless Hand of Ziwei Mountain
Gulu gulu...

The carriage sped along the official road towards the capital, and the sound of a flute with a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, the world of martial arts and chivalry) drifted from outside the carriage:
"Duwuwu~..."

Xie Jinhuan leaned against the carriage, blowing on a leaf as he admired the autumn scenery.

Ye Hongshang also appeared silently. Perhaps sensing the martial arts atmosphere, she conjured a vibrant, maple-leaf-colored dress, devoid of any other color from head to toe, even her hairband was fiery red. She tilted her head, rested it on her shoulder, and listened intently, humming softly along with the dress.

"Hmm~..."

Inside the carriage, Nangong Ye, dressed in a black dress, sat cross-legged with her eyes closed. Her body swayed slightly with the movement of the carriage. Although she could not hear A Piao's soft singing voice, she could hear Xie Jinhuan playing a tune. After a while, she felt that this boy was indeed launching a fierce offensive.

Discovering that she liked music, he relentlessly attacked her weakness. In the hour or so since they set off, he hadn't played a single tune twice. Some of them were famous works that she knew, but there were also some strange little tunes that she had never heard of before, with different styles but very beautiful.

She wanted to ask what piece of music it was several times, but once she asked, she was already in deep trouble.

Remembering her status as an elder, she restrained her desires, treating it as if she were listening to music in a brothel...

However, as noon approached, Nangong Ye gradually lost interest in listening to the folk song.

The Burning Immortal Gu is an extremely yang poison. Last night, I used all my strength and allowed the yang poison to infect my entire body. As the yang energy gradually increases during the day, the dormant yang poison in my body has clearly begun to stir.

There were still 15 minutes until noon. By then, she would be completely engulfed by the poison and her body would be consumed by flames until noon, or she would die when the poison took effect.

Noticing the fine sweat on his forehead, Nangong Ye breathed a sigh of relief, took out the 'Soft Girl Powder', opened the bottle cap to take some, but when he looked up, he found that there was only a pinch left in the bottle, which he estimated would only last for a quarter of an hour at most.

After a moment's thought, I remembered that last night I had gone to kill the half-demon and had taken a big gulp...

Nangong Ye frowned slightly and lifted the curtain:

"Xie... what are you doing?!"

Outside the carriage, Xie Jinhuan blew on the leaves, his cheek resting against the top of his ghost wife's head, savoring the alluring fragrance of her hair.

But ghosts are illusions; to outsiders, this scene would appear as a crooked neck or a stiff neck.

Voices sounded from behind, and the ghost wife beside him vanished without a trace. Xie Jinhuan paused in his playing, fell silent for a moment, and rubbed his neck.

"Uh... my neck is a little sore from sitting for too long."

Nangong Ye didn't pay attention to these things and asked:
Do you still have any Yin-Yang Strange Qi Powder?

Xie Jinhuan turned his head and slightly spread his hands:

“You confiscated all my medicine; it’s all with you.”

"..."

Nangong Ye blinked her beautiful phoenix eyes, seemingly calm as ice, but her heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.

Last night I almost didn't make it through. If it weren't for the Yin Yang Wei Qi Powder, just sucking Xie Jin Huan's blood might not have been enough to survive...

If you can't hold on, you'll die...

Thinking of this, Nangong Ye looked up into the distance. He originally wanted to fly back to find the Great Immortal Zisu, but in her current state, she would be poisoned halfway through the flight, and her survival rate would be lower than if she rested quietly and stabilized her breathing.

The most effective way to suppress Yang poison is through the Yin-cold energy emanating from Xie Jinhuan's body; its effects are immediate, but it's unattainable...

After a moment of silence, Nangong Ye glanced at Xie Jinhuan, then closed the curtain again.
"I understand, try to hurry."

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan stopped making a fuss and sped up his horse to turn back. But after traveling for a quarter of an hour, the autumn sun was overhead, and a slight warmth appeared in the carriage behind him, as if there was a small stove inside.

"Xu~"

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan stopped the carriage on the grass beside the official road, turned around and lifted the curtain:

"Miss Mu?"

Nangong Ye sat cross-legged in the carriage, beads of sweat on his forehead, his breath hot, and calmly said:

"I am fine."

Her voice was ethereal and mature, but with a slight tremor.

Xie Jinhuan frowned slightly and entered the carriage:

"You didn't take your medicine."

Nangong Ye breathed evenly, gesturing to the small bottle in his hand:
"There's not much left, it'll only last for less than fifteen minutes, I'll eat more later."

Xie Jinhuan had sensed the ferocity of the Ice Pot poison last night. Upon hearing this, his expression turned serious. He examined the small bottle, then circulated his internal energy to unleash its chilling power.

"Tell me in advance if you can't make it through, so I can think of a solution. Don't try to be brave."

Nangong Ye felt much more comfortable as the icy aura blew over him. He placed his hand in his palm:

"I'm fine, I can pull through."

Xie Jinhuan nodded slightly and didn't say anything more. But after waiting for a while, he noticed that the ice block's body temperature was gradually rising, sweat was gradually soaking his clothes, and his eyelashes and body were beginning to tremble slightly, as if he was about to boil over.

Based on Xie Jinhuan's past experiences of being forced to suckle, this wasn't yet the most intense stage of the poison's effect, and he said seriously:
"Something's really wrong with you. Don't hide any problems; it can kill you. My cold, yin energy can suppress the yang poison..."

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Nangong Ye's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her sharp eyes gazing at the blond-haired young man like an ice queen CEO:
"I don't need that, this is fine."

Xie Jinhuan said earnestly, "You try to hold on for now. If you lose consciousness and really can't hold on any longer, I'll find a way to help you..."

Think of ways to?
Upon hearing this, Nangong Ye sat up slightly straighter.

If she were to be poisoned and there were no Yin-Yang Strange Qi Powder available, she would inevitably fall into a forced coma.

Xie Jinhuan wanted to find a way to give her the cold, yin energy. What other way could he do besides offering himself to her?
She had already seen through Xie Jinhuan's style of doing things; she was righteous but wicked, and she had no mercy whatsoever when she did things.

If her situation is extremely dangerous, and only by breaking her body and transferring his vital energy can he be saved, then this boy would not be worthy of the name 'Jin Huan' if he hesitates for even a second...

Thinking of this, Nangong Ye's beautiful phoenix eyes turned serious:

"A woman's honor is of paramount importance. Even if I die here, you cannot...you cannot do that kind of thing to me!" Xie Jinhuan sat beside him, earnestly channeling his icy energy.

"I mean, just in case! Calm down and suppress the Yang poison. As long as you can suppress it, nothing will happen."

Even if it doesn't work!
Nangong Ye knew Xie Jinhuan wasn't joking; if she couldn't take it anymore, she would definitely give it to her.

Once she loses consciousness, she'll have no choice. Driven by the instinct to survive, she might even throw herself forward. When she opens her eyes again, she'll probably be huddled in a corner of the carriage, hugging her knees, filled with shame and indignation…

She was Qingmo's teacher and mother, how could she sit idly by and watch such a thing happen?
Nangong Ye emphasized again, "I won't agree. I'll faint later. Even if I force you to do something disrespectful, you must stick to your principles..."

Stay true to yourself...

Xie Jinhuan examines his own heart:
I'd rather betray the world than let the world betray me...

Three wives, four concubines, and five rooms...

Does it make a difference whether we defend it or not?

Xie Jinhuan inquired earnestly:
"Miss Mu, if you press the electric shock button on me and then use it to threaten me, should I give it to you or not? If I don't give it to you, you might shock me and cause serious injury. What will I do then?"

"..."

Nangong Ye knew his own personality; once his consciousness was sealed off and he began to subconsciously seek survival, he would inevitably try to seize that cold, yin energy.

Xie Jinhuan won't give it to her? She has a hundred ways to make this boy hand it over...

Thinking of this, Nangong Ye realized something was wrong—this wasn't a question of whether Xie Jinhuan would act recklessly after she fell into a coma, but rather whether Xie Jinhuan could withstand her insistence.

Based on her experience, Xie Jinhuan probably wouldn't be able to handle it...

If Xie Jinhuan just cooperates, wouldn't she be finished?

To stop this calamity, she either has to end her own life now or deal with the Yang poison before she is forced into a coma.

Suicide is definitely out of the question, but how can the problem of yang poisoning be solved?

Nangong Ye's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Xie Jinhuan gently comforted her: "Try to suppress the Yang poison first. It would be best if you could suppress it. If you can't, you will want it yourself. If I can't wake you up, you will have to give in whether you agree or not."

"..."

Nangong Ye knew this would happen, and sensing the Yang poison growing increasingly potent, he gritted his teeth and said:
"I can't do that kind of thing with you! Not even if it means death... Why don't you leave first?"

Xie Jinhuan was speechless: "If I don't leave, you might still be able to pull through. Leaving is tantamount to suicide. Are you sure?"

"..."

Nangong Ye knew that once Xie Jinhuan left, she would definitely not be able to hold on, but as long as she was unconscious, she would definitely try to seize the Yin Cold Qi to save her life.

Neither death nor loss of virginity was acceptable to Nangong Ye. After struggling with this dilemma for a long time, he could only try to take control of the situation while he was still lucid.

“You…you know where the Yin-cold energy is hidden. You can expel it without me even needing to get up. I can’t do that. Otherwise, I would have no face to live on, and I would commit suicide even if I survived.”

Xie Jinhuan certainly knew how to resolve the situation, and seeing Bing Tuozi's unwavering resolve, he nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

A blush crept onto Nangong Ye's fair cheeks. He gritted his teeth, pulled out a handkerchief, and blindfolded himself.
"You...you have to bear with it, I won't look at you."

"It's not a matter of feeling wronged."

Xie Jinhuan looked around the carriage:

"I can't just suddenly get interested for no reason; there has to be a trigger for this. How about I figure something out after you faint? Anyway, when you wake up, I'll make sure your clothes are intact and your virginity mark is still there. Just pretend nothing happened..."

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Nangong Ye thought this statement was utterly outrageous!
If she faints and blocks her consciousness, she will inevitably be able to sense Xie Jinhuan's chilling aura.

Even if the virginity mark is still there when she wakes up, and her clothes are intact, she's definitely been taken advantage of, perhaps even...

Nangong Ye didn't dare to think about what he would experience in detail. To prevent uncontrollable situations from arising, he could only say:

What kind of catalyst do you need?

Xie Jinhuan was somewhat helpless:
"I said, wouldn't that be taking advantage of someone in distress and coercing them? Just give me what you think is appropriate, or if you really can't, call me 'good brother,' I have a short temper, I'm easily angered..."

Nangong Ye, blindfolded, maintained an expression as unyielding as an iceberg, but inwardly he was rapidly pondering:

What kind of talk is this, "good brother"? Isn't that just like a witch doctor cult...?

Kissing and touching are absolutely forbidden...

Even though it's already been seen, we can't get used to it, so taking off our clothes is even more unacceptable...

What else can be done?
Sweat began to drip from Nangong Ye's chin. Knowing that time was running out, she gritted her teeth, steeled herself, and gently raised her hand to place it on Xie Jinhuan's shoulder.
"That's the best I can do. Otherwise, I'd rather die here."

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Xie Jinhuan looked down at her stingy little hands, shook her head and chuckled, saying nothing.

Nangong Ye gritted his teeth, maintaining the demeanor of the Iceberg Ancestor, and tried his best to suppress the Yang Poison, no longer paying attention to anything else. As a result, his hand was quickly pulled and he was helped to expel the Yin Cold Qi.

you?!

Nangong Ye's shoulders trembled slightly, his face immediately turning red, and even a hint of murderous intent appeared...

But there were indeed signs that the cold, damp energy was being stirred up...

Ugh……

Nangong Ye, blindfolded and with an icy expression, seemed completely focused, suppressing a hundred emotions swirling within him as he concentrated intently on treating the Yang poison, paying no attention to anything else...
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