Ji Mingyu stopped talking and was about to disappear, but he suddenly paused, coughed lightly and said, "Suzaku stays, the others leave first."
After the other seven people left, Suzaku asked in confusion, "Master, you were looking for me?"
Ji Mingyu coughed again, his ears slightly burning, but his tone was indescribably gentle, "Go get the Tianshan snow water from the top of the Huangquan Mountains, mix it with the Five Pure Spirit Springs to make a bath, and send it to my bedroom. Also, ask the best physician in the temple to prepare a female qi-replenishing pill. I want to see all these things ready before the sun rises completely."
Zhuque stood there in a daze for a long time, until Ji Mingyu, holding Xi Yue, disappeared from the spot. Then he suddenly came to his senses and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The master actually knew all this, it was really... beyond her expectation.
After laughing, Suzaku's eyes were filled with genuine gratitude, mixed with bitter loss.
It’s great that the master was able to cure the deadly cold poison and fulfill his wish to be with Miss Xiyue.
As long as her master is happy, she is willing to stay by their side for the rest of her life, neither retreating nor advancing, with no regrets in her life.
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Xi Yue slept very uneasily that night. When she woke up, she felt her whole body aching as if it had been run over by an elephant. She couldn't help but moan even with her willpower.
She frowned slightly, sat up from the bed, and looked at the unfamiliar furnishings of the house in front of her. For a moment, she didn't know what day it was.
As her memory slowly returned, the scenes of last night gradually emerged in her mind. All of a sudden, she felt a burst of fire in her head, burning her cheeks red. She didn't know what to do with her embarrassed hands and feet.
She couldn't help but groan when she moved her body a little. Her waist was so sore that she couldn't sit still. Some unspeakable place was burning with pain.
And all this was because of some crazy bastard who, despite her pleas and cries, tortured her like a wild animal over and over again last night.
"Ji Mingyu, bastard!" Xi Yue gritted her teeth and pounded the bed hard, her face full of anger.
She gently pulled her slightly open clothes together and felt refreshed. Thinking of Ji Mingyu saying "I love you" over and over again in her ear last night, she couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile on her face.
But the most urgent thing was that she had to heal the pain in her body first. She didn't want to bear this frail body for several days.
Xi Yue mobilized the spiritual power in her dantian and circulated it endlessly.
However, the next moment, her face changed and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
The Dantian is empty, there is no wood origin, even the spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness seems to be sealed up, and the spiritual consciousness that can be mobilized now is less than one ten-thousandth.
Xi Yue's face turned pale.
She stretched out her jade-like fingers and slowly condensed a ball of spiritual energy at her fingertips.
This was a ball of fire energy. With her previous level of cultivation, a fireball like this that she could easily condense could directly blast a huge mountain into pieces.
But now, the spiritual power ball at her fingertips was so weak that it could not even burn a blade of grass to ashes.
Xi Yue examined her body again and found that her cultivation had not regressed and her lifespan had not shortened.
However, the origin of wood was completely sealed.
Because of the seal of the origin of wood, her spiritual power was also blocked by 99%. (To be continued)