At the same time, the jade token seemed to sense the external provocation and violently erupted with a cold, resisting force.
One cold, one hot. One rigid, one soft.
Two completely different auras collided within Lin Yue’s palm—an extremely minute, yet intensely fierce clash.
Chu Wanning’s cold severity was like snow on a high mountain, aloof and inviolable.
An Xiaoxiao’s sickly-sweet aura was like maggots burrowing into bone, dense, insidious, and tenacious.
These two ladies, without even meeting face-to-face, were already going at it on a single token of Lin Yue’s.
“This soft rice is not only scalding hot, but it’s also damn prickly.”
Lin Yue let out a bitter laugh, not daring to mess with that thread any further.
He carefully tucked the jade token back against his body.
Right now, this token was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.
Caught in the middle, the slightest misstep would leave him blown to smithereens.
The immediate crisis was averted, but a deep sense of exhaustion washed over him.
Lin Yue turned his head, looking at the heavy black iron sword leaning quietly behind the door.
“Old friend, I owe you one today.”
Lin Yue walked over and reached out to grip the sword’s hilt.
The surface of the heavy sword now faintly shimmered with a strange, dark red luster.
That was the “Heart-Linking Gu” absorbed into the sword’s body, causing trouble.
Lin Yue closed his eyes, mobilized the spiritual energy from the third hidden meridian within his body, and slowly channeled it into the sword body.
Hum—
The heavy sword emitted an extremely low hum, like a ferocious beast letting out a satisfied belch after a full meal.
That vicious gu worm, capable of controlling high-level cultivators, stood no chance of struggling under the dual crushing force of the sword’s terrifying physical density and the profound magnetic array within.
Lin Yue could clearly sense the gu worm being ground to pieces bit by bit.
It finally transformed into a wisp of pure vital energy, nourishing the heavy sword itself.
The weight of the heavy sword seemed to have increased by a few more fractions.
“Even gu poison can be digested. Your appetite really is something else.”
Lin Yue patted the sword body and laid the heavy sword flat on the ground.
The gu poison was dealt with, but his own body was now experiencing some issues.
Earlier, to sell the act completely, he had drunk that bowl of red soup, drained of its toxins, down to the last drop.
While the toxins were gone,
the original “all-purpose tonic” medicinal effects brewed into the soup had entered his stomach without a single drop spared.
Red Viper snake gall, hundred-year-old blood ginseng, premium deer antler…
An Xiaoxiao had clearly spared no expense for this bowl of soup.
Now, the medicinal effects began to take hold.
Lin Yue only felt a ball of fire rising from his lower abdomen.
That fire grew hotter and hotter, rampaging wildly through his meridians.
His breathing gradually became labored, and an abnormal flush even appeared on the surface of his skin.
“That girl, casting a gu is one thing, but adding so many potent tonic herbs on top of it…”
Lin Yue gritted his teeth, feeling his current state was like an alchemical cauldron about to explode.
He didn’t dare delay, immediately sitting cross-legged on the bed spread with the cloud-silk quilt.
The moment he sat down, an extremely fresh scent of soap pods and a unique, delicate fragrance belonging to a young girl assailed his senses.
This was An Xiaoxiao’s scent.
She had personally spread this quilt, personally tidied this bed.
In this seemingly cozy, yet actually horror-filled room, Lin Yue felt like he had needles at his back even just sitting in meditation.
But he had no choice.
He had to refine this immense medicinal power immediately, or he would surely explode and die.
Lin Yue gathered his focus, forcibly shutting out external disturbances.
The Netherworld Breath-Concealing Art roared into operation within his body.
That violent, hot current was forcefully guided into the third hidden meridian.
This hidden meridian was like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring this vast surge of vital energy.
With each fraction devoured, Lin Yue could feel his physical body strengthening by a fraction.
Time passed, minute by minute.
The red clay brazier in the room gradually burned out.
Only the white mist rising from Lin Yue’s head appeared particularly eerie under the moonlight.
The night was terrifyingly deep.