The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Master, I...I don't know...the kettle won't work either."

Si Xingxuan knelt on the meadow, her long hair slipping down her shoulders, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

His voice was low and hoarse, like a bronze mirror that had been shattered and then pieced back together; every word trembled.

He never felt that there was anything wrong with his body being covered in poisons.

Anyway, he doesn't like crowds, never interacts with anyone, and doesn't need to get close to anyone.

His body, which is resistant to all poisons, is his armor, his talent, and the foundation upon which he stands in the world.

But now, the armor has become a sharp blade aimed at her, and her talent has become a poison that harms her.

He has someone he wants to get close to, but his approach will bring her danger.

He reached out to touch her pale cheek, but his fingers froze in mid-air.

Don't touch it! Don't touch it!

He's poisonous all over; even the water jug ​​he drank from could poison her. So what about him?

The hand slowly clenched, the knuckles turning white.

"That's utterly ridiculous."

Jiu Fangzhi's voice was as cold as ice. He gently placed Tang Xixue's wrist back to her side, raised his head, and his eyes were filled with anger and helplessness.

"Zhe Yue, you should know that you are the most poisonous being in the world, more poisonous than any poison you have ever concocted, and there is no way to cure you in ordinary ways."

Si Xingxuan's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Master—what can I do to cure Zhizhi's poison?"

He looked up and asked, his eyes brimming with tears.

Tang Xixue's face had turned from pale to an almost transparent bluish-white, and even her originally pink lips had lost their color.

She was like a thin layer of snow frozen in ice, ready to melt and dissipate at any moment.

He dared not touch her, and even when taking her pulse, he used his sleeve to cushion his hand.

Jiu Fangzhi remained silent.

He lowered his eyes and silently swept them over Tang Xixue's pale face and Si Xingxuan's bloodshot eyes.

"Master! Say something!"

Si Xingxuan was almost roaring, his voice carrying a hint of desperate pleading.

He was most skilled at poisons and also at antidotes, but this time he was helpless.

Jiu Fangzhi took a deep breath.

His voice was very low, almost drowned out by the crackling of the campfire, but every word clearly reached Si Xingxuan's ears.

"Kiss her."

"K-Knitting?"

Si Xingxuan was completely stunned.

On that fair, jade-like face, astonishment and embarrassment intertwined; caught off guard, she even forgot her sadness and self-reproach.

Only you can cure your poison.

Jiu Fangzhi said.

"The toxicity of the Body of Ten Thousand Poisons is extremely yin and potent. Unless you use your mouth to guide it back into your body and use yang energy as a guide to subdue the toxicity, there is no other way."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the flames leaping on the campfire.

The firelight illuminated his silver mask, obscuring his expression.

"Will this work? I don't know how either."

Si Xingxuan is ruthless and decisive in deciding life and death, possesses superb poison skills, and has never faltered in any situation.

But at this moment, he knelt on the meadow, unsure of what to do with his hands, his handsome and otherworldly face as red as a boiled shrimp.

He lowered his head, his eyelashes fluttering a few times, his gaze not daring to fall on Tang Xixue's face, yet afraid that if he looked away for too long, her breath would dissipate at any moment.

"Idiot, do you need me to teach you this?"

Jiu Fangzhi's voice suddenly rose, his anger mixed with an inexplicable anxiety.

"If you hesitate any longer, your junior sister will be in danger. It turns out that when there is no danger, you are the greatest danger."

Si Xingxuan suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Xixue.

Yin Kong anxiously nuzzled her fingers with his head, while Xing Mi coiled tightly around her wrist. The two spirit beasts raised their eyes almost simultaneously, looking at him with a desperate yet pleading gaze.

Si Xingxuan reached out his hand, but froze in mid-air.

"Zhizhi, I'm sorry."

He whispered something, bent down, and carefully took her from his master's lap, pulling her back into his arms.

She was as light as a feather, and her body temperature was so low that it made his heart clench.

He let her lean against his arm, supporting the back of her neck with one hand, and could feel her pulse growing weaker and weaker in his palm.

Then he leaned down and slowly pressed his thin lips to hers.

It was just a gentle touch, like a butterfly alighting on a petal.

His lips were trembling, and his whole body was shaking.

Her lips were cool, soft like a peach petal soaked in dew, carrying the clear, sweet taste of spring water.

There was also a very faint scent of her own, the cool fragrance of crabapple blossoms.

"boom--"

His mind went blank.

This was the first time he had ever kissed someone.

All the talk of a body resistant to all poisons, of fighting poison with poison, of the art of guiding others to salvation, all shattered into dust at this moment.

All he knew was that her lips were so soft and cool, making him want to give her all his warmth.

But it didn't work.

They just bumped into each other, and nothing happened.

Tang Xixue's brows were still furrowed, her face was still pale, and her breathing was still weak.

"Master, Master—this is no use."

He raised his head and looked anxiously at Jiu Fangzhi.

His handsome face showed a mixture of panic, embarrassment, and the fluttering excitement of that fleeting moment.

Jiu Fangzhi was practically going crazy.

His stupid apprentice, does he have to teach him step by step?

He had an urge to throw Si Xingxuan into the lake, but his junior sister still needed him to save her, so he couldn't just throw her away.

He turned his head away, looking at the campfire, his voice low and hoarse, filled with embarrassment and frustration.

"Nonsense, what's the use of just touching it? Go deeper, do you understand? You think you can achieve salvation by simply touching it?"

Si Xingxuan's ears turned bright red.

He lowered his head.

His heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing became rapid and disordered.

He took a deep breath and bent down again.

This time it wasn't a collision.

He turned his head slightly, his lips pressed against hers, moving very lightly and slowly.

Her lips were cool, like the first snow of winter.

But slowly, with his clumsy, repeated turning and gentle sucking, the coolness began to melt away.

He felt her faint breath brush against his cheek, and her warmth gradually returned to him.

But that wasn't enough; he could sense that the toxins were still lingering in her meridians.

He carefully channeled a trace of extremely faint spiritual energy from his body.

He used the tip of his tongue to pry open her lips.

Using her mouth as a guide, she gradually absorbed the toxins that had spread through her meridians back into her body.

Yin Kong stood with its tail held high, circling around Tang Xixue, its eyes fixed on Si Xingxuan.

Xingmi poked half its head out, its dragon whiskers swaying slightly, alertly sensing every change in its master's body.

Neither of them stopped him, because they knew he was trying to save her, even though the method was far too ambiguous.

But the owner seems to like this little poisonous orchid quite a bit.

Jiu Fangzhi sat opposite the campfire, his back straight as a pine tree.

He reached out, picked up a dry branch, and poked at the campfire.

"Click".

A string of sparks burst forth, dancing before his eyes, landing on the hem of his dark robe, before silently extinguishing.

He didn't look, or rather, he forced himself not to look.

Never in his life had he felt such an eternity, such unease, as if every day was dragging on endlessly.

"Ugh—"

Tang Xixue's consciousness gradually returned, but she did not push him away.

Si Xingxuan was completely unaware, he just kissed her carefully, without any disrespect, only full of worry.

Tears were still falling, and his eyes looked blurry with tears, making one want to bully him and make him cry even harder.