Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

The moment the beam of light pierced the iridescent stone, Wu Li suddenly sensed something.

It felt like something was gripping his heart tightly, and a dull pain spread from his chest to every part of his body. He suddenly looked up and saw the colorful bead shattering inch by inch in the light!

The magical artifact shattered, and the magic array dissipated along with it.

The invisible restraints collapsed with a crash, and Wu Li broke free in a daze, turning back in a panic.

On many nights, she pestered him and begged him to teach her how to concentrate her mind. At those times, she would always puff out her cheeks in front of an empty string, so angry that she wanted to hit the bow.

He thought she would never learn.

But at this moment, her thoughts finally materialized.

The beam of light that shot out was intense, resolute, and unwavering, much like the person she was.

She was slowly falling, like a leaf plucked by the wind, so light as to be weightless.

He ran towards her with all his might.

But how can such a short distance be so far?

If he had known she would act so recklessly with this bow, he shouldn't have won it for her in the first place! If he had known she could shoot that arrow, he shouldn't have taught her to practice! If he had known she would be so disobedient, he should have tied her up before the battle!

Wu Li stumbled and caught her limp body, his face filled with helplessness, his body trembling uncontrollably: "Mimi..."

"I knew it, you always manage to catch me. It's so hard for me to even have a close encounter with the earth..." Chai Xiaomi's breath was weak, but she still tried to smile.

She struggled to lift her eyes, looked at his flustered face, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

It turns out this unruly boy can also show such an expression.

"Lili..." she whispered to him, "Wasn't my arrow amazing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he choked on a mouthful of blood.

Then, another bite.

Blood streamed down his chin, a horrifying sight.

Wu Li seemed to no longer understand what she was saying.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he remained silent, only wiping away the blood that had spilled from her lips again and again, his knuckles trembling.

"It's no use... Stop wiping... I'm sorry I couldn't be with you until the end..."

Her voice grew weaker and softer.

"Don't blame me..."

Those once clear and bright eyes gradually dimmed.

Then, I stopped blinking.

It stopped moving.

It just sat there quietly with its eyes open, as if it was reluctant to close them.

Wu Li parted her lips slightly, her expression very gentle:

"Speak up, why aren't you saying anything? Hmm? Say something."

"You're throwing a tantrum again. Are you getting revenge for me being angry with you the other day? I was wrong, I was really wrong... It was all my fault. I promise I'll never be angry with you again. Just say something, please? Don't ignore me..."

Her lips were slightly parted, and she remained motionless.

Wu Li's expression suddenly turned mad and ruthless, and his voice sounded like it was being torn from his throat.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

His face was ashen.

He had never lost his temper with the girl in his arms before, but at this moment he was like a raging, bloodthirsty beast, caring about nothing.

He bit down hard on his wrist without any mercy, tearing off a piece of flesh. Blood gushed out and trickled down his white wrist.

The Crimson Blood Silkworm was eagerly dug out of the flesh and blood, wriggling in his palm, still carrying his body heat.

He went berserk and shoved them into the girl's mouth.

Then, he knelt on the ground, his spine felt like it had been ripped out, and his whole body collapsed instantly. His forehead pressed against her face, and his voice was low and hoarse, almost coaxing: "Eat, Mimi... don't be picky about food."

"Even if it doesn't taste good, you have to swallow it, okay? Eat more..."

His clothes were soaked in blood.

But he wouldn't stop.

One, two, three...

He couldn't tell anymore, he couldn't count anymore, he only knew that he had to feed her, to infuse her with his life, his blood, everything he had, into her gradually cooling body.

The girl's mouth was stuffed so hard it was almost bulging out.

He's still in the camp.

It felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his lungs, making each breath shallow and short, carrying a heavy rusty taste, and a metallic sweetness rose in his throat, but he couldn't bother to swallow or wipe it away.

His body was shaking so badly he could barely kneel.

But he continues to numbly repeat the same actions.

It was as if as long as they were doing something, those round eyes would start blinking again.

......

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The real fire in the alchemy furnace crackled and popped. Su Yun pretended to control the fire with a feather fan, her forehead bobbing back and forth, having dozed off countless times.

She only regained some consciousness when she heard footsteps approaching.

The door was pushed open without any politeness, without even a greeting. Looking around the entire Jingming Terrace, who else could it be but the newcomer?

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Su Yun saw him about to lift the bronze lid of the alchemy furnace and hurriedly stood up to stop him. "The Youth Preservation Pill belongs to our Medicine Sect, not your Sword Sect. If you keep coming to take it every day, I'll definitely have to find Senior Uncle Ji to give you a good talking-to!"

For a whole month now, this person has been coming every day to collect the newly refined Youth Preservation Pill.

Ji Shibo had already asked her master for one, and one pill could keep the body from changing color and decaying for a year.

Who's as extravagant as him? Feeding him one every day is such a waste!

No matter what she said, the boy seemed deaf, taking the things and leaving on his own.

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me?" Su Yun's anger flared, and disregarding her Uncle Ji's admonitions, she spoke without restraint, "The dead cannot be brought back to life, they should be properly buried. Just how precious was your deceased wife that you couldn't bear to put her in a coffin after she died? Don't you feel uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with a dead person every night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, having already walked out of the house.

"My deceased wife."

Wu Li slowly chewed on these two words, as if he had heard a joke, and chuckled softly.

This was the first time Su Yun had heard him speak. The boy's unique clear voice carried a hint of laziness, which perfectly matched his outstanding face.

However, at this moment, the voice was filled with a chilling aura.

"Who told you she's dead?" He slowly turned his head, staring at her intently, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Su Yun felt a chill run down her spine, and a sense of dread inexplicably arose within her.

She recalled his appearance when he first ascended the Jingming Terrace not long ago. His entire forearm was riddled with holes bitten by teeth, and although it was healing, it was still dripping with blood. Strands of hair were disheveled and stuck to the side of his face. The white fox fur coat on his back was wrapped tightly around him, and he deliberately avoided showing his bleeding arm. The fox fur coat was spotless.

The outline suggests it's a woman, but her posture is clearly stiff.

Anyone could tell that it was a corpse.

He looked no better than a corpse, his eyes devoid of any life, like an empty shell barely holding on.

I heard he was Master Ji's last disciple, and the girl on his back was his wife. Master Ji specifically instructed all the disciples in the three sects not to provoke him, and especially not to mess with the little girl on the young man's back.

They found it strange at the time; the person was already dead, so who would want to provoke them?

Later, the sect's disciples discovered that as soon as it was light, he would hold his wife and sit by the immortal pool on Lingfeng Peak, which could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, basking in the sun.

He dressed her in different clothes every day, and she always had her hair styled and adorned with the same hair ornaments. He dressed her up more meticulously than anyone else.

It was as if she were still alive.

"Did I...did I say something wrong?" Su Yun protested. "She clearly already—"

The word "death" stuck in his throat, turning into a faint, breathy sound, and he could no longer utter it.

An invisible force slammed her against the wall, as if an icy hand had gripped her neck.

Su Yun was horrified to discover that she couldn't use any of her spells. Something was coursing and crawling through her blood, like countless tiny worms burrowing into her veins, cold and sticky.

What kind of evil magic is this?!

The boy tilted his head to look at her, a mocking smile on his face. "You love to talk about death so much, it seems you're eager to die? It's a pity my wife forbids me from killing, otherwise I would have twisted your head off by now."

"How about I pull out your tongue and feed it to my snake? It's almost time for it to transform into human form, so I'll give it some nourishment."

A red snake with brown markings slowly slithered out from his forearm, its tongue flicking in and out, its cold, vertical pupils staring straight at Su Yun.

Just then, a person with swollen eyes arrived in time to stop it.

"Junior brother, you mustn't be rude to the disciples of the Medicine Sect." Jiang Zhiyu stepped forward quickly and lowered his voice, "Junior Sister Su is in charge of controlling the fire in the alchemy furnace. Do you still want Mimi to continue taking the Youth Preservation Pill?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, completely extinguishing the boy's resentment.

Wu Li's expression stiffened slightly, and he coldly retorted, "Mind your own business."

After saying that, he turned and flew towards the distant clouds. The red dragon behind him instantly transformed into a dragon, riding the clouds and mist, closely following its master.

Su Yun collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. It took her a long time to catch her breath: "Cough, cough... Senior Brother Jiang, did Senior Uncle Ji take in a disciple, or did he hire a bandit?"

Jiang Zhiyu bowed. Jingming Terrace is divided into three major sects, and disciples from different sects are always polite but distant. He quickly apologized on behalf of Wu Li: "I was very rude just now, and I hope Junior Sister Su will forgive me. You can talk about anyone, but you must never talk about my junior brother's wife."

He paused, then suddenly said seriously, "Don't let me hear that again next time. She's my sister, and her life or death is none of anyone else's business."

After this incident, how could Su Yun dare to utter another word?

Regardless of the young man's cultivation level, the snake he kept beside him was no ordinary snake; it was clearly a dragon that appears only once in a thousand years!

Countless disciples of Jingming Terrace dream of taming a spirit beast, but they cannot obtain it.