Chapter 158: Ziwei Mountain's Shadowless Hand

Gulu gulu...

The carriage sped along the official road toward Jingcheng, while a flute sound full of Jianghu flavor drifted from outside the cabin:

"Duu wu wu~..."

Xie Jinhuan leaned against the cabin, blowing on a leaf in his mouth, admiring the scenery thick with autumn intent.

Ye Hongshang also appeared silently and soundlessly; perhaps feeling this atmosphere was very Jianghu, she conjured a gorgeous heroine skirt as vivid as maple leaves, with not a speck of mixed color from head to toe, even the hair ribbon was fiery red; she tilted her head, leaning on his shoulder to listen intently, and hummed along in a low voice:

"Mm hm hm~..."

Inside the cabin, Nangong Ye sat cross-legged in a black skirt with her eyes closed; her figure swayed slightly with the carriage's bumps. Although she could not hear the soft, gentle singing of the ghost wife, she could hear the little tune Xie Jinhuan was playing; after some time, she felt this fellow's offensive was truly like a rising tide.

Discovering she liked music, he went all out to attack her weak point; from departure until now, about an hour, he had stubbornly not played the same tune twice; some were famous works she also knew, but among them were some strange little tunes she had never heard before, with vastly different styles yet very pleasant to hear.

She tried several times to open her mouth and ask what tune it was, but asking this would mean entering his trap.

Thinking of her status as an elder, she still restrained the desire, pretending only to be listening to a tune in a pleasure quarter...

However, as time gradually approached noon, Nangong Ye gradually lost interest in listening to the little tunes.

The Immortal-Burning Gu is a poison of supreme Yang; last night she exerted her full strength, and Yang poison infected her entire body; as the Yang energy grew heavier during the day, the Yang poison dormant within her body clearly began to stir.

At this moment, there were still two quarters of an hour until noon; by then, she would inevitably suffer a full outbreak of the poison, with flames burning her body, until she survived past noon, or died when the poison erupted.

Noticing fine sweat appearing on her forehead, Nangong Ye exhaled lightly, took out the 'Soft Girl Powder', opened the bottle cap intending to take some first, but lifting her eyes she discovered only a tiny pinch remained in the bottle, estimating it would last at most a quarter of an hour.

Recalling slightly, she remembered that last night when she went out to slay the half-demon, she had gulped down a huge mouthful...

Nangong Ye frowned slightly in the dark and lifted the curtain:

"Xie... what are you doing?!"

Outside the carriage, Xie Jinhuan blew on a leaf, his cheek resting on the top of the ghost wife's head, experiencing the seductive fragrance between her hair.

But the ghost wife was an illusion; to an outsider's eyes, this scene looked like he was tilting his neck as if suffering from a stiff neck.

When words sounded from behind, the ghost wife beside him vanished without a trace; Xie Jinhuan's action of playing the tune paused; he fell slightly silent and rubbed his neck:

"Uh... sat too long, my neck is a bit sore."

Nangong Ye did not pay attention to these matters and asked:

"Do you still have any Yin-Yang Strange Gas Powder over there?"

Xie Jinhuan turned his head and spread his hands slightly:

"You confiscated all my medicines; they are all with you."

"..."

Nangong Ye's phoenix beauty eyes blinked; she appeared steady as solid ice, but her heart gave a thud, secretly thinking things were bad.

Last night she had almost failed to endure; if there were no Yin-Yang Strange Gas Powder, relying solely on sucking Xie Jinhuan, draining Xie Jinhuan dry might still not be enough to endure...

If she could not endure, she would die...

Thinking of this, Nangong Ye lifted her eyes to gaze into the distance; she originally wanted to fly back to find Immortal Zisu, but in her current state, she would suffer the poison outbreak halfway through flying; her survival rate was not as high as quietly resting to stabilize her breath.

And the method most capable of suppressing the Yang poison one hundred percent was undoubtedly the cold Yin energy on Xie Jinhuan's body; its effect was immediate, but she could not obtain it...

After Nangong Ye fell silent for an instant, she looked at Xie Jinhuan, then closed the curtain:

"I know; try to hurry up."

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan stopped messing around blindly, increased the horse's speed to turn back, but after traveling for a quarter of an hour, the autumn sun reached overhead; a slight heat appeared in the carriage behind, as if a small stove were placed inside.

"Whoa~"

Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan stopped the carriage on the grass beside the official road, turned around, and lifted the curtain:

"Miss Mu?"

Inside the carriage, Nangong Ye sat cross-legged; sweat beads appeared on her forehead, and her breath carried a certain heat; she spoke calmly:

"I am fine."

Her voice was ethereal and mature, but carried a slight tremor.

Xie Jinhuan frowned slightly and entered the carriage:

"You did not take medicine."

Nangong Ye breathed evenly and indicated the small bottle in her hand:

"Not much left; it can only last less than a quarter of an hour; I will take it later."

Xie Jinhuan had noticed last night that Bing Tuozi's poison outbreak was quite fierce; hearing these words, his gaze became serious; he took the small bottle and looked at it, then activated his cultivation technique to drive forth the cold Qi mechanism:

"If you cannot endure, say so in advance so I can think of a way; do not force yourself."

Nangong Ye was brushed by the cold Qi mechanism; her whole body felt a degree of comfort; she placed her hand in her palm:

"I am not in serious trouble; I can endure it."

Xie Jinhuan nodded slightly and said no more, but after waiting for a while, he discovered Bing Tuozi's body temperature gradually rose, sweat gradually soaked her robes, and her eyelashes and body began to tremble slightly, as if about to boil over.

Judging from his past experience of being forced to suck, this was still not the most fierce moment of the poison outbreak; he spoke seriously:

"Your situation is truly not right; if there is a problem, do not hide it and fail to report it; people will die; my cold Yin energy can suppress the Yang poison..."

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Nangong Ye's eyelashes moved slightly; her sharp gaze was like an ice-mountain female CEO looking at a little yellow-haired boy:

"I do not need it; this is enough."

Xie Jinhuan spoke with deep concern: "You endure first; if you lose consciousness later and truly cannot endure, I will think of a way to help you..."

Think of a way?

Hearing these words, Nangong Ye sat up slightly straighter.

If she suffered the poison outbreak and had no Yin-Yang Strange Gas Powder, she would inevitably fall into forced unconsciousness.

If Xie Jinhuan thought of a way to give her his cold Yin energy, apart from offering himself in marriage, what other method could there be?

Xie Jinhuan's style of conduct, she had already seen through; it was so upright it became perverse; he handled affairs with not a shred of feminine benevolence.

If her situation were extremely perilous, and breaking her body to transfer breath were the only way to save her, then this child, if he hesitated for even a second, would not deserve the name 'Jinhuan'...

At this thought, Nangong Ye's phoenix eyes grew serious:

"A woman's chastity weighs more than heaven. Even if I die here, you cannot... you cannot do that kind of thing to me!"

Xie Jinhuan sat beside her, seriously channeling the icy cold qi:

"I'm saying 'what if'! Calm down, suppress the Yang poison properly. As long as it's suppressed, nothing will happen."

Not even 'what if' is allowed!

Nangong Ye knew Xie Jinhuan was not joking; if she couldn't make it, he would definitely give it to her.

And once she lost consciousness, she would have no choice; driven by the will to survive, she might even throw herself at him. When her eyes opened again, she would probably be hugging her knees, huddled in the corner of the carriage, filled with shame and fury.

She is Qingmo's master, like a teacher and a mother; how could she sit idly by and let such a thing happen?

Nangong Ye emphasized again: "I do not agree. If I fall unconscious later, even if you pin me down and show disrespect, you must remain true to your heart..."

Remain true to your heart...

Xie Jinhuan examined his own heart:

"Better I betray all under heaven than let all under heaven betray me..."

"Three wives and four concubines, five bedmaids..."

Is there any difference whether I keep it or not?

Xie Jinhuan asked seriously:

"Heroine Mu, if you pin me down and electrocute me, then seize my vital point to coerce me, should I give or not? If I don't give, you can electrocute me into trouble; what should I do then?"

"..."

Nangong Ye knew her own character; once her divine sense was sealed and she began to instinctively seek survival, she would inevitably try to seize that yin-cold qi.

If Xie Jinhuan didn't give? She had a hundred ways to make this child hand it over...

At this thought, Nangong Ye realized something was wrong—this wasn't a question of whether Xie Jinhuan would go wild after she fainted, but whether Xie Jinhuan could withstand it if she insisted.

Based on her experience, Xie Jinhuan probably couldn't withstand it...

If Xie Jinhuan just cooperated, wouldn't she be finished?

To prevent this calamity, she must either end her life now or resolve the Yang poison before being forced into unconsciousness.

Ending her life was definitely impossible, but how could the Yang poison problem be solved?

Nangong Ye's lips moved slightly, wanting to speak but stopping.

Xie Jinhuan comforted her softly: "Try suppressing the Yang poison first. If you can suppress it, that's best. If you can't, you'll do it yourself. If I can't wake you up, whether you agree or not, you'll have to submit."

"..."

Nangong Ye knew it would be so; sensing the Yang poison growing more fierce, she gritted her teeth and said:

"I cannot do that kind of thing with you! Even if I die, I won't... Why don't you leave first?"

Xie Jinhuan was somewhat speechless: "If I don't leave, you might still endure it. Leaving is equivalent to suicide. Are you sure?"

"..."

Nangong Ye knew that once Xie Jinhuan left, she absolutely couldn't endure it, but as long as she fainted, she would inevitably try to seize the yin-cold qi to save her life.

Both death and loss of chastity were unacceptable. Nangong Ye struggled for a long time, and could only, while still conscious, turn passivity into initiative, trying to control the course of events herself:

"You... you know where the yin-cold qi is hidden. You don't need me to get up; you can force out the yin-cold qi yourself. I cannot do that kind of thing, otherwise I would have no face to live, and if I lived, I would commit suicide."

Xie Jinhuan indeed knew how to solve it; seeing Seeing Bing Tuozi so chaste, he nodded slightly:

"Alright, I'll do my best."

A blush appeared on Nangong Ye's Bai Xi cheeks; she gritted her teeth in secret, took out a handkerchief, and covered her eyes:

"You... you endure it a bit; I won't look at you."

"That's not really a matter of enduring."

Xie Jinhuan looked around the carriage:

"I can't just start without a reason; such things need a trigger. How about I wait until you faint and then figure it out? Anyway, when you wake up, I guarantee your clothes will be intact, the guarding sand still there. Just pretend nothing happened..."

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Nangong Ye thought this reasoning was simply outrageous!

If she fainted and sealed her divine sense, she would inevitably spy on Xie Jinhuan's yin-cold qi.

Even if the guarding sand was indeed still there when she woke up, and her clothes were intact, she would surely have been eaten clean, even...

Nangong Ye didn't dare to think in detail about what she would experience; to prevent uncontrollable situations, she could only say:

"What trigger do you want?"

Xie Jinhuan was somewhat helpless:

"If I say that, isn't it taking advantage of a person in distress and coercion? Just give it while you're watching. If it really doesn't work, just call me 'Good Brother'; my fire is strong, one spark and I'll ignite..."

Nangong Ye, with her eyes covered, looked like an unmelting Bingshan, but her heart was thinking frantically:

"Good Brother"? What kind of talk is that? Isn't that a Wu Sect seductress...

Kissing and touching are absolutely not allowed...

Although she has already been seen, she cannot get used to it, so taking off clothes is even more impossible...

What else can be done?

Sweat began to drip from Nangong Ye's chin; knowing there was no time left, she gritted her teeth in secret, made a bold decision, raised her pale hand slightly, and placed it on Xie Jinhuan's shoulder:

"At most this. Otherwise, I'd rather die here."

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Xie Jinhuan looked down at the stingy little hand, shook his head with a light laugh, and said nothing.

Nangong Ye gritted her teeth in secret, maintaining the demeanor of the Bingshan Ancestor, trying her best to suppress the Yang poison, no longer paying attention to anything else. The result was that her hand was soon pulled, helping to force out the yin-cold qi.

You?!

Nangong Ye's shoulder twitched slightly, his face instantly flushing red, even a hint of killing intent surging forth…

But there are indeed signs of the chilling qi stirring…

Sigh…

Nangong Ye, with his eyes covered, wore an expression like Bingshan, as if utterly absorbed, suppressing a hundred emotions within his heart, striving to focus his spirit on treating the Yang poison, ignoring everything else…

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