Chapter 390

Hu Xiaotian gazed at the unbelievable sight before him, his eyes widened in astonishment; this healing method could not be explained by modern medical theory at all. The ice layer wrapped around Wen Ya's delicate body had not melted; Ji Feihua's Yang Fusion Unlimited Technique first took effect inside her body. Melting should proceed from inside out, and in this respect it is somewhat similar to the principle of a microwave oven.

Qin Yutong's martial arts cultivation was considerably stronger than Hu Xiaotian's; although she stood quietly to the side, she focused intently on everything before her, missing not a single detail, and soon she heard a faint heartbeat sound, which came from Wen Ya. As the Yang Fusion Unlimited Technique's effect grew stronger, the heartbeat's speed and strength continually increased, and with the heart's contraction and relaxation, the speed of blood flow in the meridians also kept accelerating. Ji Feihua was indeed using an internal-to-external healing method; as the healing process deepened, Wen Ya's head began to emit curling white mist, and the ever‑intensifying light enveloped both of their bodies.

The strong light made Hu Xiaotian barely able to keep his eyes open, and he whispered to Qin Yutong beside him, "Are you using the Yang Fusion Unlimited Technique to force out the cold poison in her body?"

Qin Yutong nodded, but her gaze never left the two of them.

At that moment a fine misty rain actually fell inside the room; it turned out that the ice blocks encircling Wen Ya began to melt and sublime, then quickly condensed into dew in the cold, thus producing this phenomenon.

Ren Tianqing

The ice layer surrounding Wen Ya rapidly shrank, and the outline of her delicate body reappeared from the ice. Ji Feihua withdrew her hands from Wen Ya's body, then changed her palms to fingers. Her strikes were as swift as a gust of wind, instantly hitting all the vital points on Wen Ya's body.

Apart from her master, Qin Yutong had never seen anyone else locate acupoints so accurately or strike so swiftly.

After the acupoints were sealed, Ji Feihua extended her palms flat, and an invisible force lifted Wen Ya's delicate body, letting it drift in midair more than a zhang high, accompanied by the circulation of Ji Feihua's inner energy. Wen Ya's body spun and flipped in the void.

Hu Xiaotian was dumbfounded; the Ji Feihua before him was hardly a eunuch—he was essentially a brilliant magician. If this person were born in modern society, relying solely on this skill he would surely make a fortune.

After about half an hour, Ji Feihua finally ceased her movements, and Wen Ya's delicate body slowly descended; he gestured for Hu Xiaotian to hold her.

Hu Xiaotian held a lively, fragrant, naked beauty, and his breathing and heartbeat involuntarily quickened; he cursed himself for his lack of control, reminding himself to pretend he was holding a corpse, yet Wen Ya's body clearly now had warmth.

Qin Yutong walked over, covered Wen Ya with a blanket, and helped Hu Xiaotian place her on the bed.

Ji Feihua stood there with a pallid face, obviously weakened greatly from treating Wen Ya. Hu Xiaotian stepped forward and said respectfully, "Commander, are you still alright?"

Ji Feihua nodded and said, "I'm fine…" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pfft! sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood; his body swayed and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Hu Xiaotian was shocked and hurried forward to support Ji Feihua, gripping his hand and feeling an abnormal coldness. He helped Ji Feihua sit in a chair, Qin Yutong also rushed over upon hearing the news, voluntarily took his pulse, Ji Feihua raised his hand to wave it off, closed his eyes to regulate his breath for a moment, and then recovered.

Hu Xiaotian brought him a cup of hot tea; Ji Feihua took it and rinsed his mouth, spitting into the bronze basin repeatedly until the blood traces were cleared, then took the handkerchief Hu Xiaotian offered and wiped his lips, whispering, "The Zajia has expended some energy, but it's nothing serious; a night's rest will do."

Qin Yutong took out a Lan medicine bottle, placed it on the side table beside Ji Feihua, and said softly, "Here are three Return-to-Origin pills, personally refined by my master; they might aid the Commander's recovery."

Ji Feihua glanced at it, took the bottle, and whispered, "Thank you!" He drew a deep breath, stood up, but his steps wavered involuntarily; Hu Xiaotian hurried forward to support him.

Ji Feihua said, "I hope today's affair remains unknown to any outsider."

Qin Yutong nodded, and Hu Xiaotian said, "Commander, rest assured, we will surely keep our lips sealed."

Ji Feihua said, "See me out."

Hu Xiaotian supported Ji Feihua as they walked toward the door, and because he was attending close by, he clearly felt Ji Feihua's body constantly trembling. He was greatly puzzled in his heart—Ji Feihua had actually taken such a great risk to rescue Wen Ya; this was not like his style. Could it be that outward appearances were that important? When they were near the door, Ji Feihua stopped and said: "The cold poison inside the Talented Person's body has been completely cleared by me; after a few days of rest, he will be fine."

Qin Yutong said: "Commander, rest assured, I will stay to look after her." She watched Ji Feihua's steps, obviously becoming much more frivolous. After Ji Feihua left, Qin Yutong picked up the handkerchief Ji Feihua had just used to wipe his mouth, brought it to her nostrils and sniffed, her beautiful brows knitting deeply.

Stepping out of the Bright Moon Palace, a cold wind blew toward him; Ji Feihua couldn't help but shiver, standing in place he adjusted his breath for a while before adapting to the cold weather.

Hu Xiaotian said softly: "Should I send the eunuch to the Directorate of Imperial Attendants?"

Ji Feihua shook his head.

At this moment, He Mu quickly came to Ji Feihua's front, dropped to one knee and saluted, saying: "Reporting to Commander, the Emperor has just sent someone to summon you; please finish your business here and immediately go to the Xuanweigong to see the Emperor."

Ji Feihua nodded and said: "Understood. You all continue to guard the Bright Moon Palace tonight to prevent any accidents; let Xiao Tian go with the Zajia."

"Yes!" He Mu shouted loudly.

Ji Feihua released Hu Xiaotian's arm, looked up at the deep, dark night sky—truly an aura of dominance, who else could rival him? He shouted loudly: "Go!" He strode out of the Bright Moon Palace with dragon-like strides and tiger steps, showing no sign of fatigue. Hu Xiaotian quickly followed behind him, leaving the Bright Moon Palace and coming to the corner of the palace wall, when Ji Feihua's body suddenly swayed. Hu Xiaotian, who had been watching his movements closely, rushed forward to support him. Ji Feihua lifted his sleeve to cover his mouth, bent his body, and twitched painfully twice; upon lowering his sleeve, the cuff was already stained with blood.

Hu Xiaotian exclaimed in shock: "Commander, you……"

Ji Feihua cut him off: "Come with me right away."

"Where to?"

"Leave the palace!"

Hu Xiaotian didn't know why Ji Feihua chose to leave the palace—could it be that, in Ji Feihua's view, the palace was now the most dangerous place? Ji Feihua must have prepared for this in advance; his coachman Lao Wu had already readied the carriage and horses, waiting there.

Hu Xiaotian helped Ji Feihua into the carriage, and Lao Wu drove the carriage out of the palace.

Ji Feihua entered the carriage and immediately went limp; the Lan-colored medicine bottle in his hand fell to the ground. Hu Xiaotian picked up the bottle, opened the cap, took out a Soul-Returning Pill, and handed it to Ji Feihua, saying: "Sir, please take one Soul-Returning Pill first."

Ji Feihua shook his head, his voice trembling: "I won't take anything from Ren Tianqing; the Zajia does not eat……" As he spoke, his teeth began to chatter.

Seeing Ji Feihua's state, Hu Xiaotian didn't know what to do; Ji Feihua reached out and took Hu Xiaotian's hand, his voice trembling: "The Zajia feels very cold……"

Hu Xiaotian looked in the dim light and saw that Ji Feihua's long eyebrows had actually condensed frost; could the cold poison have counter-invaded his body? Looking around, there was nothing to keep warm. He made up his mind, opened his arms and embraced Ji Feihua's body, warming him with his chest, and whispered: "Sorry for the offense, Sir."

Ji Feihua's body trembled slightly when embraced by Hu Xiaotian, then grew much calmer; Hu Xiaotian felt his hands becoming increasingly cold, and worriedly said: "Sir, would you like me to take you to the Imperial Hospital?"

Ji Feihua shook his head: "Wu Renzhi knows where to send me……"

After leaving the palace, the carriage sped all the way; traveling for about half an hour, it arrived at Azure Cloud Lake northwest of Kangdu. Here the population is sparse, the snow from recent days remains intact; looking around, the surroundings are an endless snowy night, a vast white expanse of snowfield inlaid with a small lake of deep blue color. The lake water is not frozen, reflecting the night light's hue, like a piece of deep blue gemstone.

From the shore, a long bridge leads straight into the lake; the bridge is about twenty zhang long, and at its end stands a solitary little thatched cottage in the middle of the lake.

Wu Renzhi stopped the carriage.

At this moment, Ji Feihua didn't even have the strength to get down from the carriage, his voice trembling: "Carry me over!"

Hu Xiaotian nodded, lifted Ji Feihua out of the carriage; Ji Feihua's body was as light as a woman's. After leaving the carriage, Wu Renzhi gave Hu Xiaotian a nod, said nothing, remounted the carriage, and galloped back the way they had come.

Hu Xiaotian felt a bit dazed by everything before him—how could Wu Renzhi be so relieved to just send him and Ji Feihua here? What was the purpose of sending them so far away? Ji Feihua shivered in his arms, obviously unable to endure the cold; in Hu Xiaotian's memory, Ji Feihua had never been so weak and helpless. He carried Ji Feihua onto the bridge, all the way to the door of the thatched cottage in the water, kicked the door open, entered the cottage, and Hu Xiaotian first found an oil lamp and lit it; the orange light filled the whole room, instantly making it much warmer.

Seeing there was a small bed inside, he placed Ji Feihua on it.

After Ji Feihua lay down, Hu Xiaotian then noticed the room's furnishings: one table, one bed, two chairs; on the table lay a dilapidated guqin with no strings, and in the corner there was a brazier.

Hu Xiaotian said to Ji Feihua: "Commander, I'll go start a fire."

Ji Feihua showed no reaction; upon closer look, he had actually fallen asleep. Ji Feihua's sleeping pose resembled a budding crabapple; if one didn't know his identity, one would surely think the person on the bed was a woman. Hu Xiaotian shook his head, picked up the brazier and tiptoed outside; there was plenty of dry firewood piled beside the thatched cottage, and Hu Xiaotian quickly got the fire going.

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