Chapter 85: Miss Huang, Miss Huang, got anything to eat?

Miss Huang's pretty face was deathly pale, showing no sign of vitality, but in her strained-open eyes there remained a last glimmer of spirit.

How will you repay?

Seeing the girl's perseverance, Niu Dingtian felt self-reproach, guilt, and pity; he moved closer and hastily spoke in a gentle voice:

"I will first treat Miss Huang's injuries; after she recovers, you can have me repay you in any way you wish."

His own palm had nearly scattered this world's spirit, and it seemed to have become a debt etched in his heart; Niu Dingtian did not wish to avoid it.

Perhaps hearing this little thief's promise, Miss Huang felt a hint of joy; although her chest ached unbearably, she still managed to squeeze out a faint smile, then promptly fainted again.

"Rong er! Rong er!"

Huang Lao Xie worried for his daughter, his face anxious, he couldn't help but call out.

Seeing this, Niu Dingtian dared not delay further; he hastily sat cross-legged behind Miss Huang, calmed his mind, then activated the Nine Yang Divine Skill with his palms, gently pressing them against her back.

As warm true qi flowed into her body, continuously nourishing the damaged spots along the eight extraordinary meridians, Miss Huang's aura gradually stabilized.

His gaze fixed, he saw his daughter's breath gradually strengthening and her complexion becoming more ruddy, and he completely set his mind at ease.

At that moment he recalled that the jade flute he had used for over ten years had been destroyed tonight; thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, his face beginning to show a hint of desolation.

Time

slipped away quietly in the tomb chamber,

about two hours later.

"A Heng, should I really die? Rest assured, once I fulfill my wish, I will go keep you company."

Raising his right hand, he gently stroked the jade coffin beside him, and Huang Lao Xie began to mutter to himself.

His gaze never leaving his daughter, he lifted his feet and slowly retreated to the other side of the secret chamber, preparing to sit cross-legged and cultivate to heal his wounds.

"A Heng, today a reckless fellow broke onto the island, do you know? He stole my martial arts, and he claimed that Ling Feng is dead, saying Ling Feng still has a foolish daughter."

Although his daughter's injury was no longer a concern, it also disturbed his A Heng; Huang Lao Xie intended to go keep his wife company for a chat.

Huang Lao Xie glanced over, let out a soft snort, and upon meeting that wary gaze, he could see the other's intentions.

Suddenly a wave of intense pain surged within him, he couldn't help but frown and cough lightly; only then did he recall that he himself still bore a serious injury.

Recalling tonight's fight, when the two finally clashed palms, it seemed that the force pounding against him was a kind of utmost rigid and yang internal energy.

The closer he got, the more astonished he felt inside.

Niu Dingtian heard this, his face slightly embarrassed, his eyes flickering, and he smiled as he spoke to Huang Lao Xie:

After approaching Niu Dingtian's side, Huang Lao Xie merely looked at him silently, taking no action.

After entering the secret chamber, seeing that Niu Dingtian had not yet finished his cultivation, Huang Lao Xie paced over to his daughter's side.

Not long after, as Huang Lao Xie's internal energy circulated nonstop, his face gained some color, and gradually a misty vapor began to arise around his body.

After a while, that deathly pale face began to show a hint of color, gradually turning ruddy, and gaining much more vitality.

In the secret chamber there was not a sound; sensing the breath nearby drawing ever closer, Niu Dingtian could not help but open his eyes.

Huang Lao Xie's surrounding misty vapor began to dissipate, his originally pallid complexion now turned ruddy, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

But as his legs had just bent halfway, they suddenly gave way, then he straightened again, glanced at his daughter, and lightly stepped toward the outside of the secret chamber.

At this moment, Huang Lao Xie's anxious heart also eased somewhat.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Huang Lao Xie staring at him with a piercing gaze, and his heart sank: "This guy truly has no shame?"

"Hmph! I am not yet so low as to take advantage of someone's peril."

Recalling this man's madness tonight, he really feared that this fellow would disregard shame, and thus he also secretly grew wary.

"Master Huang, you have misunderstood; I simply did not expect you to recover your injuries so quickly. Once Miss Huang's injuries heal, if you don't mind, I would actually like to have a proper exchange with you."

As he said this, Huang Lao Xie's face showed a slight unnaturalness, then a flash of self-mockery crossed it, and he continued to mutter to himself:

"But today I actually lost to him, and I still needed Rong er to protect me, letting Rong er block a palm for me."

"A Heng, our Rong er has suffered grave injuries today; are you blaming me for failing to protect her?"

Immediately thereafter, he crossed his legs, sat beside the jade coffin, closed his eyes, and began to slowly circulate his internal energy to tend to his internal wounds.

After his eyes opened, his pupils glowed with sharp light, his eyebrows slightly raised, his face a mix of wickedness and ferocity, appearing formidable without anger; at this moment, the arrogant Huang Lao Xie had returned.

His gaze shifted slightly, softly resting on the pale jade face, and he spoke again in a gentle tone:

Then his palms turned slightly, after gently withdrawing his cultivation, he rose to his feet.

In the tomb chamber, things also began to quiet down.

Upon arriving at the tomb chamber and seeing his wife inside the jade coffin, Huang Lao Xie's stern countenance had completely melted; whether in life or after death, all he left for his wife A Heng was tenderness.

Turning his gaze to Niu Dingtian, it had already grown somewhat cold.

He gave a soft smile, glanced once more at his wife in the jade coffin, then directly switched to a stern expression and shot toward the inner chamber's secret room.

After murmuring for a while, Huang Lao Xie prepared to draw the jade flute from his waist, as he usually did to play a little tune for his wife, but the hand that reached out grasped at nothing.

At that moment his face was calm as water, unknown what he thought; after a while, he placed his hands behind his back and moved two steps toward Niu Dingtian's position.

But Niu Dingtian beside him found his heart unable to calm; he sensed that Huang Lao Xie's aura was steady and strong, unlike before, evidently he had recovered from his injuries.

He felt no pain from his internal wounds; upon reaching the stone path, he sped up and flashed toward the outer tomb chamber.

"But that fellow today deceived our Rong er; I really want to kill him, yet Rong er insists on protecting him."

"Cough cough."

Although he was still sending out internal energy outward, this kid's entire body continued to exude rolling waves of heat; such utmost yang internal art was also something he had scarcely seen in his life.

"Hmph!"

Huang Lao Xie glanced over, let out another light snort; he disdained to respond to Niu Dingtian's well-intentioned words, then focused his spirit and carefully observed the aura surrounding him.

Seeing this, Niu Dingtian's worried heart also eased, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to healing his wounds.

However, his thoughts were indeed somewhat superfluous; as one of the Five Absolutes, Huang Lao Xie possessed his own pride, already valuing face, so even if he wanted to kill him, he would not engage in such opportunistic wrongdoing.

Of course, likewise being one of the Five Absolutes, if it were West Poison in this situation, how he would choose need not be said.

The remaining time flowed quickly in Huang Lao Xie's gaze.

The reason it's called quick is that, before Huang Lao Xie could spot anything useful in this utmost rigid and yang aura, this arrogant brat already began to show signs of withdrawing his power.

Indeed, a grand master's eyesight is not to be underestimated; after just a few dozen breaths, Niu Dingtian suddenly exerted force with both palms, and after outputting the final strand of internal energy, he quickly withdrew it.

Seeing Miss Huang about to fall backward, Niu Dingtian behind her hastily reached out to catch her, but Huang Lao Xie at the side quickly raised his hand to support her, and afterward gave Niu Dingtian a cold stare.

Although Huang Lao Xie is old, he's still a man, and naturally knows that when this brat looks at his Rong'er, it's exactly like how he himself once looked at his Ah Heng.

At this moment, Niu Dingtian felt somewhat awkward with his hands outstretched; finally, after forcing a smile toward Huang Lao Xie, he then lowered them.

After his gaze slightly softened, he said nothing more.

After helping his daughter up, Huang Lao Xie hurriedly placed his hand on her pulse; after two breaths, a hint of joy flashed across his stern face, and when his clear, cold gaze glanced toward Niu Dingtian opposite, it also carried a touch of surprise.

The pulse was normal, restored to its original state.

Although his face remained calm, his heart inevitably fluctuated. He hadn't expected this fellow's internal energy to be so miraculous; for such a severe injury, even if he swapped places with his peak-period self, he would still inevitably need several days of rest to recover fully.

"Dad?"

Not long after, Miss Huang slowly opened her eyes; although her body was still very weak, upon seeing her father, her pretty face could not hide its joy.

"Rong'er, how do you feel?"

Huang Lao Xie's stern face finally thawed, his gaze softened slightly, and he asked concernedly.

"How does Miss Huang feel?"

Before Miss Huang could reply, Niu Dingtian leaned in and spoke softly.

It's better, but she still looks somewhat weak; after putting his mind at ease, Niu Dingtian was also not entirely satisfied with the result.

It's still that my divine skill's realm is too low; if I had cultivated it to perfection, Miss Huang would at least be lively and energetic.

Suddenly hearing Niu Dingtian's voice, Miss Huang's pretty face lit up with joy; she was about to speak when Huang Lao Xie at the side interrupted:

"Rong'er, Dad will first take you back to rest!"

Having said that, without regard for Miss Huang's reaction, he directly lifted her up.

"Dad."

Miss Huang's pretty face full of reluctance, she was about to pout and protest in a coquettish voice, but Huang Lao Xie had already set his stern face and declared firmly:

"Enough! Rong'er, listen to Dad!"

Then, turning his head, he cast his clear, cold gaze toward Niu Dingtian and spoke coldly:

"Hurry up and leave the tomb chamber; I'll give you one day to return where you came from!"

Having said that, he held his daughter, paid no further heed to Niu Dingtian's reaction, and walked straight out of the secret chamber.

After tonight's events, his mindset had changed somewhat; he no longer wanted to quarrel with this brat, but he also did not want to let him stay on the island a moment longer.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably demand that he leave immediately; as for whether he could find a boat, Huang Lao Xie simply would not bother to care.

But if he tries to force things with this brat, he'll likely end up losing face himself.

"Dad! Put me down!"

"Dad! You wait a moment!"

"Dad you"

Miss Huang continued to protest in a coquettish voice, but the sound transmitted back grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

Seeing this, Niu Dingtian was also somewhat dumbfounded; he had originally planned to say a couple of sentences and had even prepared himself for bleeding, but he hadn't expected Huang Lao Xie to be on guard against him to this extent?

But he didn't want to dwell on it now; after all that turmoil, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep. After all, he had fought most of the night and had transferred a considerable amount of internal energy to Miss Huang; right now he was indeed somewhat fatigued.

After his spirit suddenly relaxed, Niu Dingtian lay straight down on the stone bed for healing; shortly afterward, he fell asleep.

Outside time passed quickly, but time in the dream went slowly.

In a daze, not knowing how long he had slept, when Niu Dingtian woke again, he found everything before him pitch black.

He listened for movement—no one; he sniffed the air—still in the damp, yin-filled tomb chamber.

After stretching his limp body, he reached into his bosom and pulled out a matchstick; this item was a necessary essential for going out in the present era.

After lighting it, using the faint flame, he came to the lamp stand; as expected, the candle inside had burned out. He then proceeded outward through the secret passage, holding the weak flame.

After leaving the tomb chamber, the outside air suddenly cleared; looking at the sky now, it seemed to be approaching evening.

Leaving on foot is impossible; at least within a day it cannot be done.

Walking along the mountain path, Niu Dingtian suddenly felt a bit hungry, and directly began to miss the flavor of Miss Huang's cooking.

After thinking, he then flashed toward the courtyard he had come from.

In an elegant boudoir, Miss Huang lay on the bed, pursing her lips, glaring angrily with her beautiful eyes.

Although her pretty face still showed some fatigue, her previous lively spirit had fully recovered.

"Wuu wuu wuu! Wuu wuu!"

Beside her, the mute girl held a medicine bowl, her face showing anxiety and fear, and she kept uttering "wuu wuu" in front of Miss Huang.

"Get lost! Humph! I said I won't drink, so I won't!"

Seeing the mute girl approach again, Miss Huang couldn't help but feel annoyed, and she directly shouted in a coquettish voice:

"Wuu wuu wuu!"

The mute girl, seeing this, did not give up but instead approached again; she was indeed afraid of the little ancestor before her, but compared to this, she feared the old ancestor outside even more.

"Take it away quickly!"

Seeing the mute girl's refusal to yield, Miss Huang flew into a fit of anger, stared with her beautiful eyes, and raised her hand intending to grab the bamboo flute to strike her.

But after searching around, she couldn't find that bamboo flute; only then did she suddenly recall that the beloved object she had played with for years seemed to have been destroyed by that hateful little thief.

Just as she was about to get up to prepare to settle accounts with that little thief, she then remembered that the room's door was also firmly locked.

Thinking of this, she became so angry that she kicked her legs and then flopped down, afterwards pulling the blanket over to tightly cover her head.

But shortly afterward, the mute girl who had been constantly uttering "wuu wuu" suddenly fell silent, and then she heard a soft, whispering call:

Miss Huang, Miss Huang, is there anything to eat?

PS: Please note any confusing parts.

(End of chapter)