Minglong

Chapter 169 The Cure for the Burning Immortal Gu

Fengyi River.

Outside, rain and mist swirled. Nangong Ye, dressed in a black dress, stood at the window, holding a letter in her hand. Her face was as cold as jade, with little expression, but her phoenix eyes concealed a sharp edge.

That vixen, Bu Yuehua, is about to succumb to the pressure.

The Seven Star Nails locked his Qi channels, which wouldn't kill him, but he couldn't force an attack like she did, risking the spread of Yang poison.

Even in the Southern Frontier, a place teeming with evil spirits and heretics, the Old Ancestor Sikong had to show his muscles from time to time to prevent being unable to subdue the treacherous wolves below.

The Crescent Moon Manor is one of the three giants of the Gu Poison Sect, and its status depends on its strength.

If the leader becomes weak and loses control over those below, they will be in the same situation as her, with wolves eyeing their business.

In the Great Qian Dynasty, the imperial court still acts as the judge, and all religions must act in accordance with the law and reason. They cannot simply retaliate by slaughtering one of my cities or destroying one of your villages.

Southern Xinjiang is a lawless land where fights truly draw blood.

Bu Yuehua said she was in seclusion and hadn't made a move for nearly a year, but rumors were already circulating and people were getting restless.

If someone dares to come knocking on her door and Bu Yuehua is too cowardly to fight back, then there will be a huge problem.

For this reason, Bu Yuehua specially sent a secret letter to Zihui Mountain, which was delivered to her by Zhang Guan. The letter contained two points:
They shook hands and made peace, dissolving their blood pact...

The Phoenix Feather Grass belongs to her, but since the two of them discovered the immortal herb together and went down to the Vermilion Bird Tomb together, Bu Yuehua also worked hard and helped keep the secret of the Vermilion Bird Tomb. Therefore, Bu Yuehua should be given five doses of Azure Spirit Pills as compensation...

If Nangong Ye had obtained the Phoenix Feather Grass, she might have agreed to this condition in the past, since they were sisters who had shared life and death together.

But the thought of himself, the dignified leader of Ziwei Mountain, having his naked bottom exposed and being beaten by blond-haired bastards...

Bu Yuehua stayed home to cope with the pressure, and suffered no losses...

You still dare to ask for compensation?!
Therefore, Nangong Ye replied directly, and the solution was:
The blood oath is dissolved, the Phoenix Feather Grass is given to her, and she is compensated with a Jiazi Lotus. The Vermilion Bird Mausoleum will remain a secret.

The reason for wanting the lotus is to help Huang Mao pay off his debts...

Bu Yuehua replied quickly.

At this moment, on the paper in Nangong Ye's hand were written seven large characters:

Sis, you must be crazy!

Nangong Ye knew that Bu Yuehua would never accept these conditions.

But Bu Yuehua didn't know how much she had suffered for this. If it weren't for Huang Mao, she wouldn't have reconciled and would have made this vixen suffer the same immoral pain as she had!

Seeing that Bu Yuehua wouldn't accept the conditions, Nangong Ye was too lazy to have any more private conversations with this woman. He figured it was just a matter of seeing who would give in first.

With Huang Mao's help and Zisu Daxian's ability to develop an antidote, there's no rush.

But Bu Yuehua couldn't possibly undo the Seven Star Nails!
If we just keep going, that vixen will surely come to our door to apologize and cry as she admits her mistake.

Thinking of this, Nangong Ye still felt a bit of anticipation. She put the letter away and turned her gaze to the pedestrian street. Although Xie Jinhuan had disappeared yesterday, she knew that he would come.

Even when Xie Jinhuan was in a deep coma, he still thought of stimulating her with icy energy. Now that he's awake, how could he forget her?

If he really didn't come, then it can only mean that something terrible has happened to Xie Jinhuan...

Could Xie Jinhuan really be in trouble...?

Fortunately, half an hour before noon, a figure appeared on the pedestrian street.

The figure was dressed in a white robe, holding a blue oil-paper umbrella. His skin was spotless, nourished by the elixir. His posture and demeanor, honed since the age of three, gave him a leisurely yet powerful stride, making him seem otherworldly...

?
Because Nangong Ye had helped suppress the poison in his dream a few days ago, he found the young man increasingly pleasing to the eye, and even felt a hint of approval and joy. However, the ethereal, fairy-like white-robed young man spoke first:
"Honghong? You were waiting for me all this time?"

"..."

Upon hearing these terms of endearment and words, Nangong Ye's expression turned aloof, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You have excellent manners, so why do you speak so rudely?"

Her ethereal and gentle voice, though seemingly displeased, was noticeably more approachable than usual.

Xie Jinhuan folded his umbrella and leaped through the window:
"You're a man of the martial world, what kind of polite talk is that? How have you been feeling these past few days?"

Nangong Ye turned and walked to the small table, picking up the teapot that had been prepared beforehand:

"That's great, thanks."

Thanks?

Xie Jinhuan thought to himself that he hadn't done anything while he was unconscious, but his ghost wife, acting as his wingman, had whispered a reminder in his ear...

Xie Jinhuan immediately understood and sat down opposite him:

"Oh, it was nothing, not worth mentioning. By the way, I've found the antidote."

Nangong Ye was in a hurry about this, and seeing this, he placed the tea in front of Xie Jinhuan:

"What method? There can't be anything..."

"No side effects this time!"

Xie Jinhuan took out a small red and green bottle from his pocket and placed it on the small table, then handed the paper to Bing Tuozi:
"Take a look for yourself, this is the prescription the doctor gave you."

"?"

Nangong Ye didn't believe for a second that products made from perilla leaves would be without any side effects.

Does that mean I can just keep touching it?
The sect leader has issued an order strictly prohibiting the leader of the Dan Ding Sect from having any improper private relationships...

If I keep doing that kind of thing, won't I really become a mistress?

Nangong Ye was filled with trepidation, somewhat hesitant to open the paper. After all, given the current situation, even if the paper stated that she was to be executed, she probably wouldn't have a choice...

Fortunately, upon opening the paper, delicate handwriting came into view. After carefully reading it from beginning to end, there were indeed no side effects; it just required the help of fellow Daoists to detoxify...

Nangong Ye was a little skeptical, and raised his eyes:

"This will cure the Burning Immortal Gu?"

Xie Jinhuan got up and moved closer:
"It's definitely possible, it's just a bit troublesome, and you'll have to try a few times with a bit of luck. Why don't you give it a try?"

To be honest, Nangong Ye didn't quite believe it. The Burning Immortal Gu couldn't be cured easily. If Zisu was involved, there must be unexpected side effects.

But once the bond is broken, she unilaterally dissolves the 'blood oath'. The witch, bound by the Seven Star Nails, can only cry and beg her sister to admit her mistake and plead for leniency.

She can get the Phoenix Feather Grass back, have the demoness compensate her for her losses, and help the blond-haired guy pay off his debts...

If there's a way she doesn't try, she can only reconcile with the demoness. At most, the demoness will give her the Phoenix Feather Grass, but she can't give her any compensation. In fact, she'll have to compensate the demoness for her losses!

She's already suffered so much; this is even harder to accept than being completely taken advantage of by Xie Jinhuan!

After all, Xie Jinhuan wasn't angry with her; he was still family and had always helped her...

So we have to try this method!

Thinking of this, Nangong Ye looked at the medicine bottle:

"Want to try it now?"

Xie Jinhuan didn't waste any time. He took out a vermilion pill from the red medicine bottle, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with water.

Nangong Ye sat upright beside him, maintaining a slight distance, observing Xie Jinhuan's condition.

But unexpectedly, Xie Jinhuan, who had just been calm and composed, frowned and showed a hint of pain in his eyes after swallowing a poison pill.

Then his cheeks began to flush red, his internal energy surged, his body gradually became hot, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his face.
"Hiss... Holy crap..."

Nangong Ye noticed that Xie Jinhuan was already drenched in sweat and unable to sit steadily within just a few breaths. His expression changed slightly, and he quickly supported Xie Jinhuan's arm, reaching for the small green bottle:
"Take the antidote quickly."

"It's okay, I can handle it..."

Xie Jinhuan was instantly drenched in sweat, but his eyes suddenly lit up with realization:

“I know what the side effects are now, Fellow Daoist Fei. Unless we're in this life-or-death situation together, I can't help you at all! This pill will take about fifteen minutes to fully take effect. Please wait a moment…”

Nangong Ye was just on tenterhooks, afraid that this brat would come up with some immoral method.

In the end, Xie Jinhuan unleashed the extreme yang fire, burning away his lungs and internal organs, yet he still had to suppress the agony of being burned to help her. Nangong Ye, on the other hand, couldn't conjure up any icy energy, and since he needed to unleash the extreme yang fire, he couldn't take any gentle medicine. At present, Xie Jinhuan was practically enduring the full-blown outbreak of the Immortal Burning Gu.

She always had help, but she felt she couldn't withstand it, so she never dared to try it. However, due to bad luck, Xie Jinhuan had to endure it dozens or even hundreds of times. How could she repay such a great kindness?
Nangong Ye took out an antidote pill: "Take it quickly, I don't need the antidote anymore, I'll go find another way."

Xie Jinhuan leaned against the wall, his body burning with sweat, seemingly about to explode, yet his eyes remained calm.
"Since we've already eaten it, and Zisu went to so much trouble to refine the pills, we can't let it go to waste... Don't worry, it should be resolved in two or three tries..."

"You kid..."

Nangong Ye's eyes were stern as he fed the pill to Nangong Ye's mouth.
"Take the antidote now, and listen to me!"

Seeing Bing Tuozi's anxious expression, Xie Jinhuan shook his head and smiled.
"What is this little bit of burning pain? To tell you the truth, you can't even imagine the despair and bitterness I've endured during these three years of arduous training..."

Do you know what it feels like to be filled with hatred and resentment, lying alone in a place where no one knows you, waiting to die?
"That is utter loneliness, with the pain of being burned and the suffering of the flesh, which can make people overjoyed and even afraid of disappearing, because it hurts, but at least there is still feeling."

"And there was nothing there, nothing to feel, exhausting everything to gain nothing, only waiting to die, hoping that God would open His eyes, that before I died I would know what I was pursuing, but there was nothing..."

"But even in that situation, I didn't look back once. I was determined to look a few more feet south, even if it meant death. Isn't that amazing..."

?

Nangong Ye sensed that the white-robed young man in front of him seemed to be delirious with fever, talking nonsense, but the emotions in his words were absolutely genuine.

If these words are true, then the pain of being burned alive, which is not fatal, can indeed be endured. But what exactly did Xie Jinhuan go through in these three years...?

No wonder he's only nineteen and has already reached this level of skill, and his actions are so ferocious...

Nangong Ye pursed his lips and took a handkerchief to help wipe the sweat:

"If you can't take it, take the antidote. Don't try to tough it out."

Seeing Tuotuo's distressed expression, Xie Jinhuan thought for a moment and then took out a small purse:

"Oh, by the way, I was running around last night and bought you some things. Why don't you try them on to see if they fit?"

?

Nangong Ye really didn't expect that this guy wouldn't forget to flirt with her even at a time like this!
Faced with the small purse offered to her, even if she had a heart of stone, she couldn't refuse. She gritted her teeth and tucked the purse into her bosom.
"Thanks, I'll take it. I'll try it again later."

“If you’ve got it, you should use it. Don’t throw it away. It cost several tens of taels of silver to buy.”

"How could I possibly throw it away? I'll keep it forever."

"Haha~"

Xie Jinhuan was satisfied with the assurance. The thought of the large clumps of black stockings and garter stockings made her feel less uncomfortable...

rustling...

The living room was silent, while outside on the terrace, a curtain of rain fell.

The young man in white sat on the floor with his back against the wall, his body radiating heat.

The woman in black sat beside him, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief and fanning herself with her sleeve. Her beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with heartache, like a large block of ice that had melted away...

Xie Jinhuan indeed possessed a strong will. The moment the poison took full effect, he pressed down on Bing Tuozi's right hand, and then the burning heat penetrated his body, quickly invading his limbs and bones.

Nangong Ye let out a muffled groan as the yang poison within his body erupted, causing him to sway precariously. However, this lasted only a moment before an antidote was placed at his lips. A chilling sensation then surged from his lungs, suppressing the extreme yang fire...

Shortly after.

After taking the antidote pill and taking a bath at Tuotuo's house, Xie Jinhuan's condition returned to normal. He sat neatly dressed at the small table, sizing up the black-clad female warrior.

Nangong Ye sat upright with his back straight, his aura as cold as ice, but there was a hint of struggle between his brows. He would occasionally bite his lower lip, remaining silent like an ice cube.

Why are you silent now that it's over? Are you trying to take advantage of me and then forget about me? Xie Jinhuan waved his hand in front of him:
"how do you feel?"

Nangong Ye took a deep breath, intending to say something, but in the end, he remained speechless and choked with emotion.

She had just tried it; using extreme yang fire to fight poison with poison, and then detoxifying, it did indeed reduce most of the toxicity.

Moreover, this weakening is permanent; if she doesn't get angry, it won't continue to spread. She can now barely manage to make a move.

To completely eradicate it, all you need to do is make Ah Huan suffer a bit more, do it a few more times. If you're lucky, it'll only take two or three tries. If you're unlucky, just keep trying. Anyway, it will work.

But all her problems were solved, and Xie Jinhuan couldn't stand it...

Even if Xie Jinhuan could accept it, how could she compensate her? She couldn't just accept it without a second thought, could she?

In the past, when she helped him with that, Nangong Ye could still think that this boy also benefited, and that she didn't owe him anything.

Now look at this, even while she's unconscious, he still tries to send her icy energy, helps her detoxify without taking advantage of her, and even gives her small gifts while playing music for her. She's not made of iron...

But as Mo Mo's master, if she doesn't draw a clear line, she might cause a huge mess for the Dan Ding Sect!

The most beautiful woman in the Taoist sect is secretly the lover of the Marquis of Danyang...

From now on, whenever I sit at the same table as a witch, she laughs at me...

Nangong Ye was in a state of utter confusion and dared not think any further about these increasingly turbulent and chaotic matters. After a long silence, he finally responded:
"The medicine is very effective, but it's been hard on you."

"It's good that it works, or should I take it again..."

"Need not!"

Nangong Ye was terrified of this kid and quickly snatched the medicine bottle away and put it away.

"You're still young, your body isn't fully developed yet, you can't take these strong medicines indiscriminately. The toxicity has mostly subsided, and I can move around without any problems. Hmm... maybe next time, you should rest for a few days first."

Still young...

Xie Jinhuan didn't like these words. He glanced at the black-clad female warrior whose icy demeanor had melted, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"I still prefer the way you used to look, it's just..."

?

Nangong Ye sat up a little straighter, looked Xie Jinhuan up and down with a strange look in his eyes, and hesitated to speak.

"Yes, that's the taste..."

Nangong Ye was taken aback, then quickly straightened his expression, his slightly upturned phoenix eyes revealing a sharp edge, and he became serious and unsmiling.

Xie Jinhuan felt even more aroused by the gaze that pressed against her chest with high heels. It seemed she needed to find a way to get Tuotuo a pair of high heels to wear...

Nangong Ye realized he couldn't control the young man, so he looked away. He wanted to talk about something else to ease the tension, but suddenly he heard a faint chime coming from the rain outside the terrace:
thump—

thump—

Xie Jinhuan frowned, looking at the palace walls outside the terrace with a hint of doubt:
"Sounding the bell at this time feels strange; I've never heard it before."

Nangong Ye turned his icy expression towards the terrace. After a brief silence, the rebellious emotion between his brows slowly transformed into a solemn expression.
"The death knell. Emperor Qian has passed away."

"what?"

Xie Jinhuan had been asleep for more than ten days and was unaware of the situation in the capital, so he was quite surprised to hear the sound.

As a high-ranking official of the Great Qian Dynasty, Nangong Ye couldn't possibly stay at home entertaining the Marquis of Danyang, who had come for leisure, regarding such a significant matter. He got up and headed out, intending to check on the situation at the Imperial Observatory.

"I'm going to pay my respects to some elders..."

"Change your clothes first. I was sweating just now, and you smelled like a man."

"?"

Nangong Ye stopped abruptly, slipped into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Click~
Wow~
She tore off her clothes and crawled into the bathtub to wash Tuan Tuan...

Xie Jinhuan naturally didn't join Bing Tuotuo in washing. Instead, he got up and went to the terrace, looking at the majestic imperial city across the way with a furrowed brow.

When Emperor Qian died, the crown prince succeeded him.

The Great Qian Dynasty is likely about to undergo a major upheaval...

(End of this chapter)