Chapter 127: Thin Dog

Xie Jinhuan carried wine and snacks, bypassed two levels of buildings, and arrived at the Fengyi Riverbank. With a light tap of his toes, he leaped onto the riverside suspended terrace, where his eyes immediately fell upon yellow curtains and a glass vessel placed inside the room.

The entire room was brightly lit, with bookshelves and musical instruments on both sides, yet in front of the incense table that should have been for worshipping the Sect Ancestor, nothing was placed at all—no one knew what was being commemorated...

Xie Jinhuan glanced around, noticed the room was spotless, and politely asked:

"Should I take off my shoes?"

"No need."

Nangong Ye hid various items that could reveal her identity, stepped out of the room, and fixed her gaze on Xie Jinhuan's barely covered attire.

Although he wore sleeveless soft armor, the material was too soft and form-fitting; his abdominal and pectoral muscles were clearly defined. Under the lamplight, he looked like a sculpture shimmering with metallic hues, radiating maximum masculine charm—men would probably find it pleasing to the eye...

Nangong Ye's eyebrows knitted slightly, her fierce, phoenix-shaped beautiful eyes carrying three parts of disdain:

"You dress like this to walk the streets and buy things?"

Xie Jinhuan found this female knight's gaze quite interesting; it felt like being stepped on in the chest by high heels, evoking a strange, inexplicable excitement. However, he certainly shouldn't be thinking such things at the moment, so he spread his hands and said:

"I was just slaying demons and feared Miss Mu might be in trouble again, so I rushed over in haste without time to change clothes. Please forgive me."

With a lone man and a lone woman, this attire was indeed inappropriate.

Considering Xie Jinhuan had ended up this way because of slaying demons, Nangong Ye turned and entered the bedroom, then emerged holding a set of black robes.

Xie Jinhuan had already placed the wine and snacks on the small table beside the lamp stand. Seeing this, he politely said:

"Oh my, how could I possibly accept this? Is this your lover's?"

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Fearing misunderstanding, Nangong Ye solemnly clarified:

"I am alone. This is what I normally wear when cross-dressing as a man. Just make do with it."

Being single is good...

Having extracted important information, Xie Jinhuan said no more, stood up, took the black robe, and put it on.

Since their heights were nearly the same, the black robe fit quite well. As he finished dressing, his entire demeanor changed abruptly, revealing unmistakably the bearing of a cold, noble Young Master.

Nangong Ye sat beside the small table, glanced over slightly, and could not deny that Xie Jinhuan was indeed handsome, but that was not what she should be focusing on. She got straight to the point:

"Do you have any other method to cure the poison?"

Xie Jinhuan sat upright opposite the small table, his expression resembling that of a wise man who had seen everything in the world and knew all things, but inwardly he thought:

What method could I possibly have?

What to do, what to do...

Ghost Wife, say something!

But unfortunately, if Ye Hongshang had a method, she would have said it upon their first meeting. Clearly, there was no other way now, and she continued to remind him from beside his ear:

"You had better think of a solution quickly. She is inhaling too much yang energy, struggling to suppress the yang poison. Her temper is extremely high right now; be careful not to be thrown out sideways."

Huh?

Xie Jinhuan indeed sensed that Miss Mu was somewhat irritable. At that moment, he could only rack his brains and improvise on the spot:

"There is a saying I do not know whether I should speak or not..."

Nangong Ye moved away from the ice bucket, and her body felt as if she were sitting on a furnace; sweat beads were already faintly appearing on her skin:

"Is there any method more outrageous than two women serving one husband?"

That was not the case...

Xie Jinhuan's mind raced rapidly, and his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the musical instruments:

"Miss, have you heard of Su Boyu's 'Pipa Lament'?"

Nangong Ye took a slight breath, causing her white nightgown to expand a bit:

"If Young Master continues to talk around the subject, I can only ask you to leave!"

"Ah!"

Xie Jinhuan quickly raised his hand and said earnestly:

"This piece was composed by Su Boyu in the twelfth year of the Min Tai era of the former dynasty. Its inspiration comes from an anecdote.

"Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a couple who loved each other dearly, but unfortunately, the husband fell ill with a terrible disease and died after many years...

"The wife, unwilling to part, tirelessly searched for a method to bring the dead back to life. For thirty years, she traveled the world, from the northern grasslands to the Western Regions, from the Western Regions to the Eastern Sea, from the Eastern Sea to the Southern Border...

"Finally, on an island in the Southern Wastelands, she met an immortal. Touched by her sincerity, the immortal granted her a method to bring the dead back to life, successfully saving her husband..."

Nangong Ye frowned tightly: "Do you mean I should go overseas to find immortals?"

What else could I say?

What method could I possibly have...

Xie Jinhuan forced himself to stay calm and helped pour wine:

"This is not entirely legend. In my youth, I was interested in seeking immortals and the Dao, and I read many miscellaneous books. Among them, the 'Southern Regions Classic' also records immortals being moved by the sincerity of ordinary mortals and granting opportunities; the 'Shanhe Chronicles of Strange Matters' has it as well. The most recent instance should be True Person Qixia. According to the 'Jin Lan Biography', while traveling in the south, he encountered an all-powerful demon..."

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Nangong Ye's eye twitched slightly; she even raised her palm, but in the end, she instead picked up the wine bowl and took a sip to suppress her anger:

"Young Master reads quite a variety of books; you even know the 'Jin Lan Biography'?"

To avoid being mistaken for a lecher, Xie Jinhuan quickly added:

"I read many books. My study of miscellaneous records is merely for researching historical materials; I have no intention of offending the ancestors of the Wu Sect rebellion."

Suppressing the growing heat in her chest, Nangong Ye replied:

"True Person Qixia did indeed gain some opportunities while training in the south, but most of it came from slaying demons and gaining experience. Even if we take a step back and assume this legend is true, finding immortals—is that simpler than finding the Revival Grass?"

"That naturally would not be the case."

Xie Jinhuan smiled and said, "I am merely offering a solution that is not too difficult, for Miss to choose. If it is unsatisfactory, I can think of something else."

"..."

Nangong Ye saw that Xie Jinhuan had only come to pester and flirt, so she placed the wine bowl on the table:

"I will count to three. If Young Master cannot produce a method to detoxify, I can only ask you to leave."

"Uh..."

"One!"

Xie Jinhuan's mind raced frantically, and he raised his right hand!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

Qi mechanisms circulated wildly, and wisps of icy cold qi radiated outward, causing the room's temperature to drop several degrees.

Nangong Ye, as if sitting on a stove, felt like she had encountered sweet dew after a long drought once blown by the icy qi mechanism; her cold eyes melted slightly, and she stopped the countdown:

"Hurry up and think of a way."

Xie Jinhuan felt relieved, stood up, sat beside the small table, and extended his hand to Mu Mu Yun Hong:

"Since childhood, I have read extensively... Oh my, oh my, oh my~"

A super-luxury car violently surged, triggering a super-high-speed vacuum suction!

Nangong Ye's breathing rose and fell as she suppressed the urge to pin this fellow down and forcibly extract qi from his dantian. Although the flow was a bit small, treating Xie Jinhuan as a 'radiator' was indeed more comfortable than soaking in ice water, and even her restless thoughts were suppressed:

"Continue speaking."

Xie Jinhuan, being forcibly sucked by a high-pressure water pump, also thought frantically in his heart, pondering slightly:

"Hmm... I know a Miss whose medical skills are divine and miraculous. She is good at using obscure and strange prescriptions that can cure all疑难杂症 in the world, but the prescriptions are too fierce and may have some side effects..."

Nangong Ye was not one who kept her ears closed to the world outside; she guessed that Xie Jinhuan was referring to one of the geniuses of the Danyang Academy, the 'Poison-Handed Medicine Girl'.

This woman's ability and talent were beyond doubt, but her skills were not yet fully mature. The side effects of the pills she refined were difficult for even immortals to predict. She might indeed cure the gu poison after taking the medicine, but the price paid could be more terrible than the Immortal-Burning Gu.

"There are many obscure prescriptions in the world that can cure terminal illnesses. The reason they become obscure prescriptions is because the price is unbearable for ordinary people. The highest price I can pay is one immortal herb. If it is more than that, I have other ways to detoxify. Cough..."

While Nangong Ye was speaking, she suddenly let out a muffled cough, and her cheeks flushed red.

Xie Jinhuan frowned and asked with concern:

"Miss Mu?"

Nangong Ye had been restricting the Yang poison. Originally, with the assistance of Xie Jinhuan's icy cold qi mechanism, she could still hold steady. But Xie Jinhuan's palm qi mechanism suddenly weakened, directly causing flaws in the blockade. She frowned and said:

"Why did you suddenly stop?"

"Did I stop?"

"The qi mechanism suddenly became three or four tenths weaker than just now..."

"I..."

Xie Jinhuan was already nearly exhausted and said earnestly:

"My dantian is not an bottomless pit. Just now, you pressed on me and nearly drained me dry. I barely recovered a little bit after going back and forth, and you do it again. I cannot conjure true qi out of thin air."

"..."

Nangong Ye fell silent for a moment. Although she did not speak, her phoenix eyes, looking down from above, showed a hint of hesitation, as if to say—Are you up to it or not?

!

Xie Jinhuan sat up straighter, quickly fumbled, and pulled out the imperial-bestowed 'Qilin Holding Book Pendant'!

This object could gather the spiritual qi of heaven and earth and accelerate the speed of qi cultivation. As he slightly infused qi mechanism, the jade pendant emitted a faint glow, and he immediately felt a clear breeze enter the room; the air in the entire room seemed much fresher.

Xie Jinhuan held the jade pendant, with qi entering through his left hand and exiting through his right, and began to cultivate qi and transfer qi wildly, trying to fill the hole.

But the black car beside him had terrifying fuel consumption. Every time he exerted himself, his dantian became a whirlpool. He was a small horse pulling a big cart and simply could not meet the increasingly旺盛 demand.

Nangong Ye noticed that Xie Jinhuan's qi cultivation speed was too slow. She took a bottle from the storage box beside the small table, poured out the blue small pills inside, and said:

"You eat this."

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Xie Jinhuan glanced at it, somewhat puzzled:

"What is this?"

"Nourishing Qi Pill."

Xie Jinhuan had heard of this pill, but had never used it before. After all, cultivators below the First Grade had shallow dantians and had no need to rely on pills to cultivate qi.

As for cultivators above the Super Grade, because their dantians were bottomless, sitting in meditation to cultivate qi slowly would take half a month just to fill the blue bar. It was for this reason that such auxiliary medicines were developed.

Xie Jinhuan's qi cultivation speed could not keep up with the consumption. At this moment, he had no choice but to use technology. He took the pill and swallowed it. As a result, a warm current quickly surged in his lungs and heart, sinking down to his dantian.

The qi palace, which had condensed like mist, turned into a spiral storm. It began to wildly suck in surrounding spiritual qi along the qi meridians of his four limbs and hundred bones. Because the flow was too large, a subtle feeling of expansion spread throughout his body.

The sensation was like a small foal equipped with a rocket engine. Although it was a bit hard to control, it at least managed to pull the big cart...

"Hah..."

Nangong Ye, having received a large infusion of icy cold qi mechanism, felt her slightly trembling eyelashes calm down a bit. She closed her eyes and seriously began to deal with the Yang poison.

Whoosh, whoosh~

Xie Jinhuan exerted all his strength to circulate the qi mechanism, letting it go in and out, daring not to stop for even a second. At this moment, looking at the jade pendant in his hand, an strange feeling inexplicably arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but speak:

"Miss Mu, we met by chance. I owe you not a penny. Yet I serve you like this, and if I don't serve you well, you even shock me. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Nangong Ye, with her eyes tightly closed, spat out a sentence:

"Afterwards, I will give you an opportunity."

Xie Jinhuan only wanted the Sixty-Year Lotus.

After all, Seeing Mo Mo kissing him once made him afraid she might break him, yet this big ice block in front of him directly flew up and kicked...

If he couldn't get the Sixty-Year Lotus, what face would he have to walk the Jianghu in the future?

However, seeing Nangong Ye fully suppressing the Yang poison, he didn't interrupt, but quietly sat beside her to act as the 'Ah Huan Brand Radiator'...

(End of this chapter)