I stated this with firm resolve.
Qing Dai had already sacrificed more than enough for me.
I could not stand by and watch her soul scatter, harmed by the evil poison of the ghost cultivator Liang Lin.
Moreover, even if my physical body died, my soul remained.
At most, I would go down to accompany my master.
Concurrently, I had a good brother, Mo Ting, who would risk everything for me.
After I died, he should also be able to help look after my grandmother.
Even if it meant sending her to a nursing home, I would have no lingering worries.
I am not one for impulsive actions.
In just a moment, I had arranged all my affairs.
Simultaneously, I stood up and spoke to Long Po again:
"Long Po, tell me!
How should I cooperate with you?
If I flinch even once, I am no human."
Qing Dai offered her life as a sacrifice, resurrecting me with a life curse.
Coupled with ten lifetimes of waiting and two millennia of torment,
What was my current life in comparison?
Long Po gazed at my determined eyes, my resolute demeanor as if facing death, and was utterly stunned.
After a long while, Long Po managed a wry smile and waved her hand:
"Young Master Qin, what are you saying? Who said we needed your life?"
"Isn't it my life?"
I asked, a hint of surprise in my voice.
But Long Po shook her head:
"It's not your life; your blood is enough.
The princess did not want you to know, as she did not want you to sacrifice for her.
Who would have thought that you would discover it beforehand and remain so steadfast..."
Long Po said with a touch of emotion.
But when I heard that only my blood was needed, I froze, feeling a surge of speechless exasperation.
This, this was even worth mentioning?
It was necessary to speak so hesitantly, so mysteriously?
And to look at me with those strange eyes?
It led to me misunderstanding, becoming flustered, and even planning my own funeral.
And how I would explain to Master after going down.
How I would send dreams to my grandmother.
And it turns out, it was just a bit of blood?
Damn it, ask for a few pounds, and I'll give you a few pounds.
This stark contrast made me feel a bit amused:
"Just for a little blood, Long Po, why didn't you just say so?
Come on, how much do you need?"
I directly bared my wrist.
Having experienced life and death so many times, and no longer fearing death, why would I fear shedding blood?
Long Po still didn't move but continued to speak to me:
"Young Master Qin, the blood is not just ordinary blood; it will also affect your lifespan. You might lose years from your life!"
I smiled and shook my head. To live this life to this point,
Frankly, the first half was all thanks to Qing Dai's protection.
Losing years of my life paled in comparison to saving Qing Dai...
"It's alright, losing years of my life is nothing.
I've previously consumed life-extending pills, which granted me several more years.
I've also killed many ghosts and absorbed their lamp oil.
Whether it's a one-time cost or a long-term drain, I don't care!"
I said with utmost seriousness, speaking from the heart.
Seeing me like this, Long Po gave me a deep look.
Then she said:
"The princess indeed chose the right person; you are truly someone worth entrusting."
I smiled, remaining silent.
I simply offered my wrist.
Long Po raised her hand, and a sharp dagger appeared.
She then handed it to me:
"Young Master Qin, it would be best if you did it yourself.
You only need to drip the blood into the princess's mouth.
Your blood is extraordinary and can dispel the evil poison within the princess."
I took the dagger directly and nodded:
"Understood!"
Holding the dagger, I stood by Qing Dai's bedside.
Looking at Qing Dai's white hair and face covered in green markings,
I softly said:
"Qing Dai, hold on, you'll be better soon!"
With that, I bared my left wrist, pulling up the sleeve of my robes.
I gripped the dagger and made a cut across my wrist.
I clenched my hand into a fist, and blood flowed out, dripping onto Qing Dai's lips from my wrist.
It was miraculous, truly.
As soon as my blood touched Qing Dai's lips, it was rapidly absorbed by her body.
Her lips, which had been somewhat greenish, regained a faint hue of redness.
My heart rejoiced, it truly worked.
No wonder that fool Miao Nanzi called me "human medicine" upon seeing me.
The effect was immediate.
Blood continued to flow from my wrist, dripping into Qing Dai's mouth.
Qing Dai's condition visibly improved.
Especially her soul power, which began to increase bit by bit.
The dark green markings on her face also gradually receded, starting from her forehead.
As long as it was effective, I clenched my fist, applying more pressure.
To make the blood flow faster...
However, as time passed.
I began to feel a bit dizzy, and a slight ringing in my ears appeared.
It was merely insufficient blood supply due to excessive bleeding.
I paid it no mind.
In a short while, the once black Zi Gu Teng began to fade to a light purple.
Just as Long Po had said.
The process of my dripping blood consumed not only blood but also my lifespan.
After a while longer, I was panting heavily.
I felt tired, extremely weary.
My face and lips had turned pale.
My head was swimming, as if I were drunk, and the world seemed to spin.
Several times, I nearly lost my balance, spilling the dripping blood onto Qing Dai's face.
Long Po stopped me once.
But I refused.
I felt I could still persist.
At least until the evil poison in Qing Dai was cleared, right?
I still had my cultivation; this was just losing a bit more blood.
A while later, the green markings on Qing Dai's face had vanished.
Her white hair had also turned black again.
This was a sign of her soul power returning.
And I, truly, could no longer stand.
Even when I tried my best to stay steady, I couldn't help but sway.
But at this very moment, Qing Dai, who had been in a deep slumber, her eyelashes trembled slightly...