Chapter 192: Sudden Upheaval

"Ye Wan, listen to me, the situation really isn't what you think…"

Jiangnan still wanted to explain; he knew Ye Wan still harbored resentment, and if he didn't clarify, the rift between them would grow deeper.

"Mr. Jiang, you don't need to say more, I truly understand."

Ye Wan's voice was soft, carrying a hint of fatigue,

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest; I'm tired too and want to sleep."

Jiangnan looked at Ye Wan, his eyes full of helplessness.

He knew that saying anything now was useless; he could only wait for another chance to explain slowly later.

"Alright, then you rest early."

Jiangnan sighed, turned, and prepared to leave.

Just then, suddenly, a chilling scream rang out from Ye Qingcheng's room!

"Ah—!"

The sound was heart‑wrenching, filled with pain and despair, sending a shiver down anyone who heard it.

Jiangnan and Ye Wan's expressions changed simultaneously.

"Bad, Qingcheng is in trouble!"

Jiangnan couldn't think of anything else; he turned and rushed toward Ye Qingcheng's room.

Ye Wan followed closely behind, her face full of worry.

The two burst into the room, and the scene before them left them stunned.

They saw Ye Qingcheng lying on the bed, her whole body drenched in sweat, as if she had just been pulled from water.

Her complexion was as pale as paper, lips bluish, her body trembling violently, as if enduring immense pain.

"Qingcheng, what's wrong with you?"

Jiangnan hurried forward, grasped Ye Qingcheng's hand, and found it ice‑cold to the bone, without any warmth.

"I… I feel terrible…"

Ye Qingcheng's voice was extremely weak, each word seeming to be forced out of her throat.

Her gaze was scattered, having lost focus, as if she could collapse at any moment.

"Mr. Jiang, what's happening to her?"

Ye Wan also panicked; she had never seen Ye Qingcheng like this, and fear filled her heart.

Jiangnan gave no reply, his brows tightly knit, his eyes heavy with gravity.

He placed his hand on Ye Qingcheng's pulse, carefully feeling her pulse pattern.

Suddenly, his complexion changed, as if he had discovered something unbelievable.

"Her pulse pattern… how can it be so chaotic?"

Jiangnan muttered to himself, his fingers trembling slightly, as if doubting his own judgment.

Seeing this, Ye Wan grew even more anxious.

"Mr. Jiang, at least speak up, what's her exact condition?"

Jiangnan took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.

"Her condition is complicated; it can't be explained clearly in a short time."

He spoke while unfastening Ye Qingcheng's clothing.

Ye Wan, seeing this, quickly turned away.

"You… what are you doing?"

"Don't speak, help me hold her down."

Jiangnan gave no explanation; his tone was solemn and unquestionable.

Though puzzled, Ye Wan obeyed Jiangnan's order and stepped forward to restrain Ye Qingcheng's body.

After Jiangnan removed Ye Qingcheng's clothing, his gaze fell on her snow‑white back.

He saw that on Ye Qingcheng's back, where the skin had been smooth as jade, a strange tattoo now appeared.

The tattoo was dark red, like a blooming spider lily, exotic and eerie.

"What is this…"

Ye Wan, seeing the tattoo, was also stunned.

She had never seen such a tattoo on Ye Qingcheng; where did it come from?

Jiangnan's complexion grew even more solemn.

A flash of shock, a hint of doubt, and a… fear flickered in his eyes.

"Are you mad?!"

Jiangnan's voice suddenly became harsh, even tinged with anger,

"You even dared to use the Burst Spirit Technique; with your constitution, you're courting death?!"

Ye Qingcheng struggled to open her eyes, looked at Jiangnan, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.

"I… at that time… to avenge the Ye family… I had already… already prepared myself for death…"

Her voice was halting, each word seeming to exhaust all her strength.

Jiangnan stared at Ye Qingcheng, his heart filled with helplessness and bitterness.

He sighed and said:

"You truly… truly owe the Ye family!"

He knew that Ye Qingcheng, in order to exact revenge, had spared no cost in using this forbidden secret art.

The Burst Spirit Technique is an extremely domineering secret art that can, in a short time, stimulate the body's latent potential, multiplying one's power severalfold.

But the side effects of this secret art are also great; at most, cultivation is wasted, at worst, death on the spot.

And Ye Qingcheng's constitution is special, so the consequences of using Burst Spirit Technique are even more severe.

"I... I know... I'm about to die..."

Ye Qingcheng's voice grew increasingly weak, and her eyes gradually lost their luster.

"Don't talk nonsense; with me here, you won't die."

Jiangnan's voice became firm again.

He took a deep breath and drew a set of Silver Needle from his chest.

"Ye Wan, help me lift her up."

Ye Wan hurried forward, helped Ye Qingcheng to her feet, and turned her back toward Jiangnan.

Jiangnan inhaled deeply, his gaze becoming intensely focused.

The Silver Needle in his hand glimmered with a cold light under the lamp.

"Is this... acupuncture?"

Ye Wan looked at the Silver Needle in Jiangnan's hand, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"These are the Heavenly Gang 36 Needles, which can temporarily seal her life force."

Jiangnan spoke while inserting the Silver Needle, one by one, into Ye Qingcheng's back.

His movements were extremely swift, each needle placed with flawless precision, as if he had practiced thousands of times.

As the Silver Needle pierced her, the tattoo on Ye Qingcheng's back began to fade slowly.

Her breathing also gradually steadied.

Ye Wan watched the scene, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

She had never seen such a miraculous acupuncture technique; it was like a legendary celestial art.

"Huh..."

When the final Silver Needle entered Ye Qingcheng's back, Jiangnan let out a long sigh.

Sweat beads covered his forehead, and his complexion turned a bit pallid.

"All right, her life force has been temporarily sealed."

Jiangnan's voice carried a hint of fatigue.

"Then... how is she now?"

Ye Wan asked hurriedly, her eyes full of worry.

"She's fine for now, but to fully heal her, we still need a way to deal with that mysterious power inside her."

Jiangnan shook his head, his gaze once again becoming solemn.

"Then... what should we do now?"

Ye Wan asked, now fully trusting Jiangnan's ability.

"First let her rest properly; when she wakes, we can ask her about that power."

Jiangnan said, gently placing Ye Qingcheng on the bed and covering her with a blanket.

"Mr. Jiang, thank you."

Ye Wan looked at Jiangnan, her eyes full of gratitude.

"No need to thank me; this is what I should do."

Jiangnan shook his head, his gaze falling on Ye Qingcheng's pale face.

This woman is just another tragic soul.

"Rest assured, the Ye family helped me before, I won't stand by idly."