Seeing Chu Qi nod in response, the paranoia in Yan Jiuge's eyes gradually disappeared.
He withdrew his hand and was about to get up from the spiritual jade, but was stopped by Chu Qi.
"Don't move yet. I haven't healed your internal injuries yet."
Chu Qi raised his hand and pressed Yan Jiuge's shoulder to prevent him from falling into a trance again before he was fully awake. By then, the spiritual energy in his meridians would run wild, causing more serious internal injuries.
"I… "
Yan Jiuge opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to explain himself.
The injuries inside his body were caused by the backlash of the evil spirit, but he couldn't tell Chu Qi this.
When Chu Qi in front of him heard his first syllable, he thought that he was about to be possessed by the devil again, so he spoke in a gentle voice to comfort him.
"It will be fine soon, Ayan, trust me."
The young man's voice was unspeakably gentle, like a breeze blowing through a deep pool, creating tiny ripples that then spread in Yan Jiuge's heart.
Yan Jiuge nodded along with Chu Qi's words, omitting the explanation and the secret.
He knew that Aqi's spiritual power was very special and could heal the injuries in his body caused by the backlash of the evil spirit, so Aqi thought that he had internal injuries due to the evil spirit.
Every time Ah Qi treated his internal injuries, it was very tiring. He would be so tired that his spiritual energy would be exhausted, and then he would have to rest for several days.
So in the past few years, Yan Jiuge pretended that he was not attacked by the evil spirit again, but he didn't expect that he would be attacked in front of Chu Qi today, and he could no longer hide it.
Having just woken up from the illusion of his inner demons, Yan Jiuge didn't want to recall the scene again. He just hoped that everything in the future would be like this moment.
Seeing Yan Jiuge sitting on the spiritual jade, Chu Qi felt relieved and held his hand again.
Although the healing magic can be performed from a distance, if Yan Jiuge falls into insanity again during the process, the healing magic will not be interrupted due to his defense if he holds Yan Jiuge's hand.
After waking up from his mania, Yan Jiuge's hands slowly warmed up from being slightly cold. The body temperature of a cultivator with fire spiritual roots is naturally a few degrees higher than that of other cultivators. In addition, Yan Jiuge has been practicing swordsmanship for many years, so there is a layer of rough calluses on his palms.
When you hold hands together, these sensations seem to be magnified several times.
Chu Qi lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Yan Jiuge's face. He was afraid that he would be distracted.
Even though they have been together for so many years, there are still times when they feel overwhelmed. For example, this evening when A-Yan helped him take off his hair accessories, and just now when A-Yan asked him not to leave.
His thoughts turned a thousand times in just one breath, but were finally suppressed by Chu Qi. He let go of all those distracting thoughts and focused on healing Yan Jiuge's physical injuries.
It's a bit strange to say.
This was not the first time Chu Qi had helped Yan Jiuge treat his internal injuries, but every time he treated him, he felt that the injury was very serious.
Because when Chu Qi was studying medicine in Tianxuan Sect, he also helped other fellow disciples treat internal injuries, but they would recover after only two treatments at most.
But when it comes to Yan Jiuge, even if all the spiritual power in Chu Qi's body is used up, it still feels not enough.
Strands of spiritual energy flowed along the two people's clasped hands and passed from Chu Qi's body into Yan Jiuge's meridians.
When practicing the medical cultivation method, the wood spirit roots in Chu Qi's body would emit a huge vitality force, and even his warm eyes would be dyed with a layer of dark green, as beautiful and crystal clear as jade.
Yan Jiuge did not move his eyes away. He sat there, just looking at Chu Qi quietly.
The injuries in the body were healed bit by bit by the healing magic, the pain and wounds faded away, and were replaced by Chu Qi's breath.
I really want this to continue forever.
If he was not the heir of the Yan family, it would be better if he was just an ordinary cultivator living next to Aqi.
This was the first time such a thought appeared in Yan Jiuge's mind.
*
Time passes slowly, and I don’t know how long it is.
By the time Chu Qi had almost healed Yan Jiuge's injuries, his spiritual power had been completely exhausted. He even swallowed a few Soul-Restoring Pills to replenish his spiritual power, but even so, it was still not enough.
Seeing the sweat oozing from Chu Qi's forehead, Yan Jiuge persuaded him in a low voice, "Rest for a while? It won't be too late to treat my injuries after you have rested. I am almost healed now."
"Okay, I'll sleep until midnight, and then get up at noon to continue repairing the meridians around your heart." Chu Qi also knew that he couldn't be too stubborn when his spiritual power was depleted, otherwise he would overdraw seriously, his cultivation would be damaged, and his realm would regress.
Chu Qi was about to get up and go to the bed, but when he thought of Yan Jiuge's injury, he asked him again, "Do you want to rest for a while? You were in a state of madness just now, and your spiritual energy was greatly depleted."
"good."
Yan Jiuge did not refuse.
This guest room of Menghua Inn is very large, with two beds in the room, but one is inside and the other is behind the screen.
Chu Qi lay down on the bed inside. Because he was too tired, he only took off his shoes and socks, but kept his coat on and fell asleep like that.
In a drowsy state, Chu Qi managed to stay awake and moved himself further inside the bed, leaving half of the bed empty.
Apparently, he was so tired that he forgot there were two beds in the room and only remembered to save a seat for Yan Jiuge.
In the corner of Chu Qi's gradually closing eyes, a tall figure stood beside the bed, and it seemed that he also wanted to rest.
After finishing his busy work, Chu Qi felt completely relaxed and fell into a deep sleep with his head resting on the soft pillow.
Yan Jiuge stood alone beside the bed, without moving a muscle, but his eyes followed Chu Qi's face, carefully outlining his facial features and the hair on his temples.
He stared for a long time without blinking.
Because after closing my eyes, the scene I just saw in the demonic world will involuntarily appear in my mind—pale and cold fingers, pale lips and slightly wrinkled brows, lifeless...
"..." Yan Jiuge opened his eyes again. Even if it was just to relive the memories, the pain of seeing Chu Qi die almost overwhelmed him.
Will not.
Illusions are false.
His Aqi is just asleep now.
It's not that I will never wake up again.
After standing there for a long time, Yan Jiuge finally moved. He bent down and moved a little closer to the bed.
And because Chu Qi was lying inside, it was difficult to touch him just by reaching out.
After taking a deep breath, Yan Jiuge no longer hesitated. A sword energy quietly condensed in his hand, he cut open his palm, and took out a drop of blood from his heart.
It seemed that the smell of blood in the air made the person on the bed sleep uneasy. Probably because he was a medical practitioner, he was particularly sensitive to the smell of blood. He moved his nose and turned over.
Yan Jiuge immediately used the magic of isolating the aura so as not to disturb Chu Qi who was still sleeping.
An obscure ancient spell was recited from Yan Jiuge's mouth, and the drop of blood in his hand flew towards Chu Qi, and then, accompanied by the red light of prohibition, it sank into Chu Qi's forehead little by little.
“—”
The moment the contract was completed, a restrictive contract immediately appeared in Yan Jiuge's heart.
If Chu Qi is in danger of life or death after today, this blood contract will use Yan Jiuge's life as collateral for Chu Qi's life.
Only after finishing this task did Yan Jiuge feel a little relieved.
No one, not even life or death, could take his Aqi away from him.
"Ayan..."
As if sensing a familiar breath, Chu Qi, who was still sleeping, uttered a vague murmur.
Yan Jiuge, who was standing beside the bed, came back to his senses and looked at Chu Qi with a hint of tenderness that he himself was not even aware of.
"Aqi, you should have a good rest."
"I will watch over you."
"You will have a smooth life and reach the top of the road."
"Of course, you can't leave me..." Even if it was an illusion, Yan Jiuge didn't want to see it again.
The whispers spread in the silent air but were blocked by an isolation barrier, so as not to disturb the young man who was still sleeping.
*
Just when Yan Jiuge thought that he could watch over Chu Qi quietly like this all night long, the dragon-patterned jade hanging around his waist once again lit up with scarlet light.
"… "
He clenched his fingers into a fist, and the blue veins on his hands popped up and then disappeared as Yan Jiuge picked up the dragon-patterned jade.
Although Yan Jiuge was very disgusted by the message from the Yan family, he had no choice but to answer it. He had guarded the seal of the Hidden Cloud Realm for more than 20 years, which was initially considered a responsibility imposed on him. Now, if the Hidden Cloud Realm collapsed, it would also affect the Yunhua Realm.
It was moral and logical for Yan Jiuge to accept the invitation.
But this time that I finally got to be alone with Aqi was going to be wasted again.
Yan Jiuge frowned, turned around and walked to the window, pushed it open, and jumped out. He didn't want to answer the call in the room. If Ah Qi suddenly woke up, it would be difficult to explain to him.
It is now late at night outside the window. The bright moonlight is shrouded on the eaves, illuminating the dark green tiles and a tall and lonely figure.
Yan Jiuge sat alone on the roof, setting up an isolation barrier around himself.
When the ban was set up, Yan Jiuge's true appearance would be revealed uncontrollably, because the dragon pattern jade was ultimately something from the Hidden Cloud Realm. Crossing the two realms, and having to endure the laws of space, he had to use his original strength.
After setting up the ban, Yan Jiuge picked up the dragon-patterned jade and answered the message, and then he heard an anxious voice coming from the other end.
"Young Master, something terrible has happened. A crack has appeared in the space barrier on the Hidden Cloud Realm side."
"… "
The impatience in Yan Jiuge's eyes faded, and his expression became solemn, "When did it happen? How big is the crack? Can Yan Mingchao repair it?"
"Just today, it was fine before, but suddenly, for some unknown reason, a palm-sized crack appeared. The head of the family is gathering people to repair the space crack, and it may be repaired within two months."
"That's fine." Yan Mingchao is not a useless person.
Yan Jiuge felt relieved, but suddenly thought of a question - cracks appeared in the space barrier of the Yunyin Realm for no reason. Doesn't it mean that cultivators from the Yunyin Realm may come to the Yunhua Realm
(End of this chapter)