Chapter 71

At this moment night fell silently, Feng Yi reached into Li Mochou's bosom and felt around, finding only a medicine bottle; he then reached into his clothes pocket to search, but found nothing.

Feng Yi couldn't help but lose himself for a moment, staring at Li Mochou's body, thinking: 'In the original plot, the Five Poisons Secret Manual had been stolen by Lu Wushuang; could it be happening now?'

Yet he said aloud: 'Is your master's Five Poisons Secret Manual hidden at home?'

Hong Lingbo's mind was now filled with feelings for her sect; although Li Mochou was seen by the world as a female demon, she was the person who had treated her best in this world, and she couldn't help but cry out: 'I don't know, I know nothing.' She couldn't help but start to sob.

Feng Yi, after all, is a man; dealing with two women inevitably costs him some face, yet he still hasn't gotten what he wants, and feeling disappointed, hearing the woman weep made him somewhat irritable, and he snapped: 'What are you crying for? Your master has always longed for the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra; I am sending her to see her master and ancestral master so she can seek instruction—this also fulfills her dream. If you feel deep master‑disciple affection, I can also send you to see her!'

Upon hearing this, Hong Lingbo, already sorrowful in her heart, felt her hatred rise even more; she stared with wide eyes and shouted sharply: 'Who are you trying to scare? Kill me if you dare!'

Feng Yi turned his head in response; Hong Lingbo's face turned slightly pale, her eyes showing panic, yet she shouted at Feng Yi: 'If you want to kill, then kill—I may be a woman, but I will not beg you for mercy!'

Feng Yi saw that she was afraid inside, yet she kept a stiff upper lip; however, he also valued the sense of righteousness she displayed.

After all, Li Mochou has committed countless evils; a hundred deaths would not suffice to atone for her sins, yet Hong Lingbo, despite growing up under the influence of that female demon, still manages to retain a sense of righteousness—truly rare and precious.

One might think Lu Wushuang's survival is due to a sliver of benevolence from Li Mochou, but her ability to become a disciple and learn martial arts is entirely thanks to Hong Lingbo.

And in the original plot she dies at Li Mochou's hands; Lu Wushuang, over this senior sister who went to her home to kill her, wept bitterly, and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh: 'All right, seeing your loyalty and righteousness, I won't force you to reveal the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill—just take me to where you live; I'll find it myself, that should work, right?'

Since becoming a disciple, Hong Lingbo has lived with her master at Red Cloud Manor; hearing this, she involuntarily trembled all over, overcome with indescribable nervousness, and thought to herself: 'My junior sister is currently at the manor, and she is also lame…' She pursed her lips, stared at Feng Yi as if dazed, and said nothing.

Feng Yi observed her expression, not knowing what she was thinking, and was about to pull her up.

Suddenly Hong Lingbo called out: 'Wait!'

Hong Lingbo loudly said: 'Feng Yi, our master‑disciple pair is inferior to you; you may kill us if you wish, but if you want me to lead you to where we live, forget it.'

Moreover, I don't even know where my master keeps her martial arts secret manual; as for what you want to do to me, as long as your conscience can bear it, do as you please!'

Feng Yi found himself at a loss for words; regarding Hong Lingbo, he could not truly intimidate her as he had Li Mochou. He looked up at the waning moon in the sky and felt a vague sense of frustration.

After finally playing the villain once, he seemed to have gained nothing. If he were to wait for Lu Wushuang to steal the manual and run away, where would he look? Could he possibly have a chance encounter with her like Yang Guo did? But where did Yang Guo meet her? The world is vast; Feng Yi has no idea where that place is.

While Feng Yi was pondering countless thoughts, he suddenly heard a faint groan—it came from Li Mochou lying on the ground.

Hong Lingbo's heart leapt with both surprise and joy; without further thought, she hurriedly helped Li Mochou up, crying: 'Master, you're all right, you're all right.'

Li Mochou is ultimately a rare master of the world, her inner energy profound; after taking Feng Yi's punch, she did not die instantly—just now the blow had merely halted her breathing.

Then Feng Yi said calmly: 'She won't die just yet, but she will die very soon.'

Li Mochou suddenly felt a sense of nausea in her heart, a burning pain shot through her body, her qi and blood seemed to be pulled in all directions, chaotic and uncontrollable; she knew her meridians were rupturing, and although her sect's inner arts had their unique points, she could not escape death at the hands of a rustic—truly a death that destroys both body and reputation.

She was extremely proud; having this thought, she lay in Hong Lingbo's embrace, coughing repeatedly, her viscera feeling as if they were being fried in an oil pot, hot blood gurgling. Despite her lifelong arrogance and never showing weakness, this intense pain was too much to endure, and she couldn't help but cry: 'I'm in so much pain, quick, save me.'

Feng Yi replied indifferently: 'Killing you is as easy as turning over my hand; saving you, however, would be troublesome—I can't do it.'

Hong Lingbo had thought her master would surely die; hearing this, she felt as if she had found life in desperation, she set her master down, her legs went limp and she knelt with a thud, staring blankly at Feng Yi, stammering: 'You… save… my master… save my life…'

Feng Yi frowned slightly, stepped forward and helped her up, saying: 'What are you doing? Your master has committed countless evils and harbors no gratitude; she was just about to kill you—why bother like this?'

Hong Lingbo, tears streaming down her face, said: 'Sir, my master is not innately vicious; she has treated me well, saved my life, and passed on her martial arts to me. I also have a junior sister, a daughter of the Lu family; my master never killed her, and she is truly not inherently evil—please save her.' She said this while kowtowing repeatedly.

Li Mochou's whole body ached, but hearing her disciple say that, she was angry and wanted to shout to stop her; yet when she opened her mouth, she suddenly found she could not make a sound, and though she wanted to move her hands, she could not even lift a finger.

Feng Yi naturally knew Li Mochou also had a kind side, shown in her treatment of Lu Wushuang and Guo Xiang; but since people have already been beaten, if he were to expend effort to heal her, he would be at a loss.

Li Mochou let out a groan, her face showing great pain; Hong Lingbo watched, her heart feeling as if cut by a knife, yet she could do nothing, anxious like an ant on a hot pan, and merely wept: 'As long as you save my master, I will tell you all the lightness skills I know of the Ancient Tomb Sect.'

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi's heart stirred involuntarily; after all, if it weren't for this lightness skill, he could not have dealt with these women in such a manner.

He then glanced at Hong Lingbo and then at Li Mochou; her fair, tender face was gradually turning from white to black, and he understood that if left unchecked, the consequences would be unimaginable, and waiting until her breath ended before attempting rescue would only consume more time and effort.

Moreover, Li Mochou harbors many grudges; even if saved today, her martial arts would not remain as they are now, and she would sooner or later die at someone else's hands.

Feng Yi pondered for a moment, then said: 'All right, then let it be settled with a single word—if you deceive me, hum, you know the consequences yourself!'

Li Mochou's heart jumped, and slowly a hint of color returned to her pupils.

Hong Lingbo stopped crying and said: 'All right, I won't deceive you—hurry up and save her!'

Feng Yi was about to bend over and lift Li Mochou when he suddenly saw sweat on his forehead; he suddenly realized that saving a person is not difficult, the difficulty lies in the process and the aftermath, and he immediately shook his head: 'Forget it—just take your master with you; I won't save this person.'

Hong Lingbo exclaimed angrily: 'A person cannot stand without trust—how can you go back on your word?'

Feng Yi's face darkened and looked unpleasant as he said: 'It's not that I'm going back on my word; rather, your inner cultivation follows a pure yin path, your bodies are extremely cold, and if I use inner energy to heal her, the resulting heat will surge, necessitating the removal of her clothes so it can dissipate—especially, my hands would have to massage her chest area.'

What kind of person is she—how could you not know? She will surely find ways to deal with me in the future; it would be better if she just died outright!'

As a transmigrator, Feng Yi viewed touching a body while saving someone as a doctor‑patient relationship, which is naturally irrelevant.

But in this era, seeing a woman's body entails responsibility, let alone touching it—especially when it concerns Li Mochou, such a lunatic.

Hong Lingbo's heart pounded wildly, her face flushed red; as soon as she considered the circulation of meridians in her sect's inner arts, she knew Feng Yi was right.

Especially, although her master has killed countless people, she shows no courtesy to any man, only harboring lascivious thoughts, and will inevitably strike them down with her palm; if she were truly touched by a man, it would surely be a deadly feud, so she looked at Li Mochou with difficulty.

Then they saw the master's complexion shift from white to black, exuding a frightening deathly ash—evidently her life was hanging by a thread, perhaps she hadn't even heard these words.

Hong Lingbo couldn't help but say: 'Even if you save her, she certainly won't be able to recover in a short time; I've taught you the lightness skill—couldn't you just leave directly?'

Feng Yi heard this and thought: 'How could it be that simple?' Yet he also considered that once he obtained the lightness skill and left straight away, even if she sought him out for revenge, she might not find him; and even if she came to his door, killing her once more would not be difficult.

Feng Yi made up his mind and said: 'Hold her and come inside!' He then led the way into the house.

Hong Lingbo embraced her master and followed her inside.

Feng Yi said: 'Put her on the bed, strip off her clothes, stand guard outside the door, and allow no one to enter—otherwise she is sure to die.'

Hong Lingbo placed her on the bed and removed Li Mochou's garments, her hands shaking violently as well.

Then they saw on Li Mochou's fair chest a bright red fist imprint, stark as a branding iron, and her right arm was broken; she herself did not know whether to set the bone first.

Meanwhile, Feng Yi beheld Li Mochou's naked body laid out, her curves fully revealed, every hill and valley in full view—truly a masterpiece of nature—but her eyes were shut, her face showed a blackened aura, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, marring that beauty.

Hong Lingbo hurriedly asked: 'Sir, how is it?'

Feng Yi exhaled a long breath and said: 'You may go out now.'

Having come to this point, there was no other way; Hong Lingbo retreated step by step, then closed the door.

Feng Yi gathered his spirit, cleared away distractions, and carefully examined Li Mochou's body from head to toe, already having a clear idea of her injuries.

Her meridians and bones are now fractured; this Divine Illumination Technique cannot save her, and he himself is unsure—after all, Feng Yi has never saved anyone before!

Feng Yi gazed at the unconscious Li Mochou and could not help but say that her body was beautiful to the utmost, truly a sight that held one's gaze.

Feng Yi... translation...

We must not add extra lines.

Now translate each line faithfully.

Let's go line by line.

【61】 Feng Yi couldn't stop nodding as he looked, drawing on his memories from two lives, he evaluated her from head to toe, thinking she had a perfect figure—perhaps the distinctive beauty only martial artists possess.

Translation: Feng Yi couldn't stop nodding as he looked; combining his memories from two lives, he critiqued and praised, feeling this was a perfect physique, perhaps the unique beauty of martial artists.

We need to keep meaning, not add. Let's produce concise but faithful.

"Feng Yi kept nodding as he looked, combining his memories from two lives, he critiqued and praised, feeling this was a perfect physique, perhaps the unique beauty of martial artists."

line: "Feng Yi kept nodding as he looked, combining his memories from two lifetimes, he assessed her from head to toe, feeling she had a perfect figure—perhaps the unique beauty only martial artists possess." Good.

Our translation: "Feng Yi kept nodding as he looked, combining his memories from two lives, he critiqued and praised, feeling this was a perfect physique, perhaps the unique beauty of martial artists."

Seems fine.

line: "\"Zhan Yuan, Zhan Yuan... \"" Good.

same.

line: "He saw Li Mochou's face flash with hidden worry, sorrow knitting her brows, as she moaned pitifully again and again." Good.

Translation: Then Li Mochou's expression suddenly showed hidden worry, her brows locked in sorrow, and she uttered pitiful delirium over and over.

line: "uttered pitiful delirium over and over" Good.

line: "Feng Yi's heart lurched, and he silently cursed himself: \"Feng Yi, Feng Yi, you damn pervert! \"" Good.

Translation: Feng Yi's mind suddenly jolted, and he silently cursed: "Feng Yi, Feng Yi, you damn pervert!"

line: "\"Feng Yi, Feng Yi, you damn lecher! \"" Good.

line: "No matter how beautiful she is, she's a lunatic, poisoned by lovesickness, still pining for Lu Zhan Yuan—is she even worth your look?" Good.

Translation: No matter how beautiful she is, she's a crazy demon, poisoned by lovesickness, still thinking of Lu Zhan Yuan—is she worth your look?

line: "Lu Zhan Yuan" Good.

line: "Keep this in mind—no matter how urgent, never get involved with her! Just use her to get some benefits, and that'll do." Good.

Translation: Remember this, no matter how anxious, you must never get entangled with her! Using her to gain some benefits is enough.

line: "Feng Yi closed his eyes, focused his mind, invoked the Divine Illumination Skill, and pressed his palms to Li Mochou's chest." Good.

Translation: With that thought, Feng Yi closed his eyes, sharply gathered his mind, circulated the Divine Illumination Skill, and pressed his palms against Li Mochou's chest.

line: "Divine Illumination Skill" Good.

line: "Li Mochou, still unconscious, jerked as if struck by electricity, her body convulsed, then she settled into stillness, yet the two swollen areas kept trembling." Good.

Translation: The unconscious Li Mochou jolted as if shocked, her whole body spasmed, then returned to calm, but those two raised parts continued to undulate.

line: "Luckily Feng Yi kept his eyes shut; otherwise, that instant would have unsettled his mind." Good.

Translation: Fortunately Feng Yi had his eyes closed; otherwise, just that moment would have thrown his mind into turmoil.

line: "Gradually, heat rose from Li Mochou's head, turning into a faint wisp of white vapor; her face slowly flushed, gaining a healthy rosy hue." Good.

Translation: Slowly, steam rose from Li Mochou's head, finally turning into a wisp of faint white vapor; her complexion gradually showed color, becoming rosy.

line: "Li Mochou felt her body grow lighter, drifting slowly in endless darkness, becoming as insensate as dry wood or stone." Good.

Translation: Li Mochou originally felt her body growing lighter, drifting slowly in endless darkness, her whole body like withered wood and stone, devoid of any sensation.

line: "Suddenly a tremor rose from her chest; Li Mochou awoke from the void, sensing her heart start to beat, a warm current flowing from her chest to her limbs, restoring feeling to her hands and feet while a sore, numb sensation surged from her marrow, leaving her utterly miserable." Good.

Translation: Suddenly, a tremor surged from her chest; Li Mochou awoke from the void, feeling her heart begin to beat, a warm current flowing from her chest to her limbs, wherever it reached her hands and feet gained sensation, and a sore numbness welled up from her marrow, making her feel unbearable.

line: "Soon the soreness faded, replaced by a suffocating sensation, as if a heavy stone pressed on her chest, rising and falling; cool air drifted into her nostrils, she twitched her limbs, feeling strength return, as if sunlight bathed her, growing warmer while her body sank deeper." Good.

Translation: After a while, the numbness faded, replaced by a suffocating sensation; her chest felt as if a heavy stone pressed down, sinking and rising, cool air seeped into her nose, she twitched her limbs, feeling strength return, as if sunlight warmed her, growing warmer and her body heavier…

line: "In a haze, she opened her eyes to see a handsome, graceful youth—none other than Lu Zhan Yuan, the man she loved to the bone—and she exclaimed, \"Zhan Yuan, how cruel you are! Do you still have the nerve to face me now? \"" Good.

Translation: In a daze, she opened her eyes to see a handsome, graceful young man before her—indeed, the Lu Zhan Yuan she longed for—and she blurted out: "Zhan Yuan, you're so heartless, still showing your face to see me now?"

line: "That hoarse, grim voice sent chills down one's spine, yet Feng Yi sat there like a log, ignoring it completely." Good.

Translation: That hoarse, gloomy voice made one's heart tremble, but Feng Yi was like a block of wood, paying no heed at all.

line: "Outside, Hong Lingbo heard the sound, unable to curb her curiosity, she tip-toed and poked a hole in the window paper to peek—she saw white vapor swirling above Feng Yi's head, and her master's body glowing red." Good.

Translation: Outside the door, Hong Lingbo heard the voice, unable to suppress her curiosity, she tiptoed and poked a hole in the window paper, peeking in, only to see white vapor swirling above Feng Yi's head, and his master's body glowing bright red,

line: "Although her martial arts were not high, she knew the martial world's lore well; only then did she grasp how deep Feng Yi's internal power was—likely unmatched anywhere—and, given his youth, how could he have reached such a profound level? She couldn't help but feel terrified for her master." Good.

line: "Though her martial skill was modest, she knew the martial world's lore well; only then did she realize how profound Feng Yi's internal power was—probably unmatched worldwide—and, considering his age, how could he have reached such a lofty realm? She couldn't help but feel terrified for her master." Good.

line: "Li Mochou's thoughts were initially fuzzy, then gradually cleared; the pain faded, her circulation normalized, and though the face before her was as handsome as Lu Zhan Yuan's, it wasn't him." Good.

Translation: Li Mochou's consciousness, initially hazy, gradually cleared; she felt the pain fade, her blood flow normal, and saw before her a face as handsome as Lu Zhan Yuan's—but it was not him.

line: "Suddenly her face flooded with terror, her almond eyes wide—this brat who struck her, how dare he press his hand to her chest? She glanced down and realized she was stark naked." Good.

Translation: Suddenly, her face filled with fright, her almond eyes wide open—this brat who hit her, how dare his hand press on her chest? Looking down, she saw she was completely naked.

line: "Li Mochou's heart was cruel, yet her emotions were deeply devoted; all her wickedness came from the word \"love. \" Being naked before a man was the ultimate shame in her life—even at the peak of her passion for Lu Zhan Yuan, she had only ever held his hand a few times." Good.

Translation: Li Mochou's heart is ruthless, yet in love she is utterly devoted; all her wicked deeds stem from the single word "love." To stand naked before a man is the ultimate disgrace of her life—even at the height of her passion with Lu Zhan Yuan, they had only ever held hands a few times.

line: "Consumed by rage, her eyes flashed cold, frost crept onto her lovely face, and she swung her palm like a gust, slapping Feng Yi's cheek." Good.

Translation: In her fury, cold light flashed in her eyes, frost appeared on her delicate face, and she lashed out with a palm like wind, slapping at Feng Yi's cheek.

line: "Despite Feng Yi's unmatched internal power and peerless skill, he was busy treating her internal injury, couldn't release his grip, and couldn't evade the sudden palm—he heard a crisp \"pak\" as the blow struck his face squarely." Good.

Translation: Although Feng Yi's internal power was unrivaled and his skill surpassed heaven, he was treating her internal injury and couldn't loosen his grip; unable to dodge this sudden palm, he heard a crisp "pak" and took a solid blow to the face.

line: "Li Mochou also gave a soft groan, for she had meant to strike with both palms, but her right arm was broken, and the effort caused her pain." Good.

Translation: Li Mochou also gave a soft groan, because she had intended to strike with both palms, but her right arm was broken, and the effort caused her pain.

line: "As she moved her arms, the two jade-like swells of her alabaster body surged violently, which Feng Yi felt with perfect clarity, sending his blood racing and his eyes blazing—only a tiny spark of clear awareness in his heart stopped him from yielding to his male instinct." Good.

Translation: As she moved her arms, the two jade-white mounds on her heaving bosom surged violently, a sensation Feng Yi felt with perfect clarity, making his blood surge and his eyes blaze—only a tiny spark of lucid awareness in his heart checked his masculine instinct.

line: "Feng Yi gazed at Li Mochou, clenched his teeth, and said: \"I'll hit you with a punch, you return a palm—we'll be square. I'm saving your life at your disciple's request, so don't be ungrateful! \"" Good.

Translation: Feng Yi stared at Li Mochou, gritted his teeth, and said: "I'll punch you once, you return a palm—we'll be even. Now I'm saving your life at your disciple's request, so don't be ungrateful!"

line: "He said that, and fresh and old grudges welled up in Li Mochou's heart: \"You're shameless! Who asked you to save me? \"" Good.

Translation: Upon saying this, new and old grudges surged in Li Mochou's heart: "You shameless! Who asked you to save me?"

line: "Feng Yi said nothing, but his faint smile seemed to say, \"I won't let you die—you simply can't. \"" Good.

Translation: Feng Yi said nothing, but wore a faint smile, as if to say, "I won't let you die, so you won't."

line: "Seeing his smug look, Li Mochou's face flashed with killing intent; she suddenly raised her hand to strike Feng Yi's chest, but her palm stalled halfway." Good.

Translation: Seeing his smug expression, Li Mochou's face flashed with killing intent; she suddenly raised her hand to strike his chest, but halfway through, the palm couldn't be forced down.

line: "She saw Feng Yi's ambiguous smile fixed on her chest, realized why—she was both angry and furious, eager to rise and fight him, but she was simply too weak to summon the strength." Good.

Translation: Because she saw Feng Yi's ambiguous smile fixed on her bosom, she realized why—she was both angry and furious, eager to rise and fight him, but truly too weak to muster strength.

line: "Moreover, a reddish glow shone from Feng Yi's face, and large wet spots appeared on the clothing before him." Good.

Translation: Moreover, a reddish vapor emanated from Feng Yi's face, and large wet patches appeared on the clothing before him.

line: "Having known him, she had never seen him strain so much; moreover, it was the first time in her life she had been so open with a man, and facing the intense masculinity radiating from Feng Yi, she even felt a little intoxicated." Good.

Translation: Having known him, Li Mochou had never seen him exert himself so much; moreover, it was the first time in her life she faced a man so openly, and confronting the intense masculinity emanating from Feng Yi, she even felt somewhat intoxicated.

line: "She had encountered Feng Yi many times, yet she had never looked at him directly, even though his martial arts were superb." Good.

Translation: She had met Feng Yi many times, yet never once looked him straight in the eye, even though his martial prowess was high.

line: "Although Li Mochou had done many wicked deeds, she was not inherently vicious; her disappointment in love made her resent the world, her hatred and pain turned her eccentric, which then grew into cruelty and brutality." Good.

Translation: Although Li Mochou had committed many evils, she was not innately wicked; rather, disappointed in love, she grew resentful of the world, her hurt turning her eccentric, which then hardened into cruelty and brutality.

line: "Now that Feng Yi was truly saving her life, not taking liberties, unlike the lowly scoundrels of the martial world, only then did she want to see what this brat looked like: his features were refined, yet bore a sharp, capable air; this handsome, bright face made Li Mochou's heart feel as if a flame had been lit." Good.

line: "Now that Feng Yi was indeed saving her life, not taking liberties, unlike the martial world's lowly scoundrels, only then did she wish to see what this brat looked like: his features were fine, yet bore a sharp, capable air; this handsome, bright face made Li Mochou's heart seem to ignite a flame." Good.

line: "Tears gradually welled in her eyes, and the clear, striking image of someone overlapped with it. Feng Yi saw her gazing at him longingly, infatuated, knowing she wasn't looking at him but recalling Lu Zhan Yuan; he snorted coldly: \"I'm not Lu Zhan Yuan—I'm saving you; if you die, don't feel wronged!! \"" Good.

Translation: Gradually tears welled in her eyes, and the image of a clear-cut, handsome figure overlapped. Seeing her gaze fixed on him, lovestruck and mad, Feng Yi knew she was thinking not of him but of Lu Zhan Yuan; he snorted coldly: "I'm not Lu Zhan Yuan—I'm saving you; if you die, don't feel wronged!!"

line: "Hearing this, Li Mochou's bone-deep anger eased, as she felt her body as if soaked in warm water; she knew her own injuries, but never expected Feng Yi to have the power to raise the dead—such divine ability seemed comparable only to when Huang Rong was saved by Master Yideng." Good.

Translation: Hearing this, Li Mochou, though furious to the bone, felt her body as if soaked in warm water; she knew her own injuries, but never expected Feng Yi to possess such life‑death reversing power—such divine ability seemed comparable only to when Huang Rong was saved by the One Lamp Grand Master years ago.

line: "Master Yideng had enjoyed fame for decades, a senior of the martial world; Feng Yi, at most twenty, achieving this progress—perhaps even the renowned Guo Daxia of his time could not match it! Any martial artist encountering such a supreme divine technique would be intensely curious, and Li Mochou was no exception; she stared fixedly at Feng Yi, yet her body, having been permeated by the Divine Illumination true qi, felt sore and limp, her mind foggy, countless thoughts intertwining like flying arrows, she knew not where they drifted." Good.

Translation: Yet the One Lamp Grand Master had fame for decades, a senior of the martial world; Feng Yi is at most twenty, such progress likely surpasses even the famed Guo the Great Hero of yore. Any martial artist encountering a supreme divine art would be intensely curious, and Li Mochou was no exception, staring fixedly at Feng Yi—yet her body, after the Divine Illumination true qi circulated throughout, felt sore and soft, her mind foggy, countless thoughts intertwining like flying arrows, she knew not where they drifted.

line: "After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Feng Yi finished his practice and exhaled a long breath." Good.

Translation: After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Feng Yi finished his cultivation and exhaled a long breath.

line: "Li Mochou's awareness was initially hazy, then gradually cleared; she suddenly realized she was being healed. She hastily circulated her inner method, yet felt a faint warm current arise from nowhere, slowly emerging from her dantian and gently wandering through her meridians." Good.

Translation: Li Mochou's consciousness, initially hazy, gradually cleared; she suddenly realized she was being healed. She hurriedly circulated her heart method inwardly, but felt a faint warm current arise from nowhere, slowly born in her dantian, wandering gently through her meridians.

line: "She felt a flicker of joy and urged her internal energy, yet that thread of true qi remained stagnant and feeble, showing no improvement." Good.

line: same as 205? Actually it's translation line; we output same. Good.

line: "Feng Yi shattered her meridians with a punch; though he had already repaired them, restoring her strength was far from a one-person effort." Good.

Translation: Feng Yi's punch had shattered her meridians; although he had repaired them, restoring her strength was far from a one‑person job.

line: "Recall how Hong Qigong's back meridians were shattered by a single palm from Ouyang Feng, leaving him utterly powerless, and even relying on the general outline of the Nine Yin True Classic took him two years to recover." Good.

Translation: Consider how Hong Qigong's back meridians were smashed to pieces by a single palm from Ouyang Feng, losing all his power, and even relying on the Nine Yin True Canon's outline took him two years to recover.

line: "Li Mochou's internal energy paled beside Hong Qigong's depth, her cultivation inferior to the Nine Yin Divine Skill; without ten or eight years, she had no hope of returning to her former strength." Good.

Translation: Li Mochou's internal power falls short of Hong Qigong's depth, her cultivated art inferior to the Nine Yin Divine Skill; without ten or eight years, she has no hope of returning to her former state.

line: "Li Mochou also realized that to regain her former level she didn't know how much time it would take; in an instant, her mental exhaustion peaked." Good.

Translation: Li Mochou also understood that to regain her former level she didn't know how long it would take; in an instant her heart grew weary to the extreme.

line: "Feng Yi gathered his energy into his dantian, no longer glancing at Li Mochou, picked up his cane, propped himself up to open the door, and walked out." Good.

Translation: Feng Yi gathered his energy into his dantian, no longer glancing at Li Mochou, picked up his crutch, propped it to open the door, and walked out.

line: "This scene made Li Mochou inevitably recall the day Lu Zhan Yuan abandoned her—she had been so angry she vomited blood from her injuries, he had tossed her into an inn and left, and the memory overwhelmed her, making her burst into loud sobs." Good.

Translation: This scene made Li Mochou involuntarily recall the day Lu Zhan Yuan abandoned her—she had been so angry she vomited blood from injury, he tossed her into an inn and left through the door; the memory struck her, pain unbearable, and she burst into loud sobs.

line: "Her outburst

Translation: Her outburst of sorrow exceeded even Hong Lingbo's expectations; she usually saw her master stern and lethal, never hearing such utter grief and anguish, and she too felt a pang of sorrow.

Feng Yi leaned against the hall's pillar, gazing lazily at the sky, where stars and moons spread across the heavens, shining especially bright beneath the night curtain.

Translation: Feng Yi leaned against the hall pillar, gazing lazily at the sky, seeing stars and moons spread across the heavens, especially brilliant beneath the night curtain.

Regarding today's deed, he didn't know whether it was right or wrong; he had no answer.

Translation: As for today's action, he also didn't know whether it was right or wrong; he had no answer.

Yet Feng Yi does only what he believes is right, regardless of whether others see him as foolish; he pays no heed.

Translation: Yet Feng Yi does things only as he sees fit; even if others deem him foolish, he doesn't care.

At the moment he didn't dwell on it, he silently circulated his breath to restore his energy while calling to Hong Lingbo: "Stop staring here, go inside and bring me a pot of tea."

At the moment he didn't dwell on it, silently circulating his breath to restore his internal energy while calling to Hong Lingbo: "Stop staring here, go inside and bring me a pot of tea."

Hong Lingbo replied sullenly, entered the room intending to fetch tea leaves, only to see Li Mochou wrapped in a blanket, weeping incessantly.

Translation: Hong Lingbo replied sullenly, entered the room, intending to fetch tea leaves, only to see Li Mochou wrapped in a blanket, weeping without cease.

The candlelight was soft, the beauty's tears indeed made a lovely sight; Hong Lingbo, a young woman, felt her heart flutter like a startled deer, she hastily lowered her head and whispered: "Master, I……"

Translation: The candlelight was soft, the beauty shedding tears—indeed very lovely; Hong Lingbo, a woman, felt her heart flutter like a startled deer, hurriedly lowered her head and whispered: "Master, I…"

Li Mochou turned her head, her face full of resentment, looking at her with a mix of blame and grudge, she let out a soft sigh, glanced up at the ceiling, wiped away a tear, and suddenly said: "Lingbo, do you know your guilt?"

Translation: Li Mochou turned her gaze, face full of resentment, looking at her with a mix of blame and grudge, sighed softly, lifted her eyes to the ceiling, wiped a tear, and suddenly said: "Lingbo, do you know your guilt?"

(End of Chapter)