Shen Yue sent a disciple to look after Rong Hua before she left, emphasizing that he must take his medicine diligently and have a small plate of preserves.
Before departing, Shen Yue secretly listened at the door, her keen ears picking up the man's steady breathing. She wondered if he had fallen asleep.
After standing there for a while, Shen Yue prepared to turn and leave.
The tightly shut door suddenly opened, causing her footsteps to falter.
Shen Yue knew Rong Hua did not wish to see her, so she did not turn or look back, only leaving a parting statement.
"I'm going down the mountain. You shouldn't be willful anymore; take your medicine properly."
With these words, Shen Yue departed.
The hand that had intended to grasp the corner of the white-robed immortal's clothing remained suspended in mid-air. The man silently watched her retreating figure, then slowly lowered his hand, clenching it until his palm was a bloody mess.
Blood trickled down his fingertips.
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Shen Yue went to find Elder Ye.
Elder Ye was fussing over his precious flowers and plants. After listening to Shen Yue, he looked up, "A pill to suppress Dragon Poison?"
Shen Yue nodded.
Elder Ye stood up, his brow furrowed, "What do you need a pill to suppress Dragon Poison for?"
"I need to go down the mountain."
"What are you going down the mountain for?"
Elder Ye continued to press.
But Shen Yue did not answer him.
Seeing this, Elder Ye offered a false smile, "Alright. Since you don't want to say, I won't force you. I don't have any pills to suppress Dragon Poison here, so you'll have to find someone else."
Shen Yue couldn't miss the obvious sulkiness in his tone. She did not want anyone else to know about her Dragon Poison affliction, so she conceded.
"I'm going to Fengyan Valley."
Elder Ye was startled, "What are you going to Fengyan Valley for?"
"To seek medicine?"
Elder Ye: "Seek what medicine?"
"Resurrection."
Elder Ye was momentarily speechless. He truly couldn't understand, "What do you need this medicine for? Do you know that Fengyan Valley is full of traps, and it will suppress your spiritual power? You'll be no different from an ordinary mortal. Every blade of grass and flower harbors potent poison. And how would Fengyan Valley give you something so precious?"
Shen Yue said faintly, "That's why it's called seeking medicine."
"Seeking what nonsense!" Elder Ye's beard bristled with anger. "As the esteemed sect leader of Qingyun Sect, do you have any regard for your reputation?"
Shen Yue's eyes were clear and pure, her back straight, her black hair like silk. She stood tall and graceful, even the sunlight falling upon her imbued with a faint golden warmth, like a deity descending.
"Elder Ye, I am not going to seek medicine in my capacity as the sect leader of Qingyun Sect."
Elder Ye finally understood. "It's for your disciple again?"
Shen Yue fell silent, her silence a tacit acknowledgment.
Such a karmic entanglement.
Elder Ye glanced at the dazzling sun overhead. "I've heard a little about that matter. Your disciple has fallen for a daughter of the demon race, and you wish to revive that Miss Yin."
Mentioning this made Shen Yue even more taciturn, radiating a chilling aura. The Dragon Poison only flared slightly when her emotions ran high, its emitted chill plunging people into an ice cellar.
How could she not be agitated? The mere mention of it infuriated Shen Yue. She only wished the male protagonist wasn't so disappointing, forcing her to personally intervene.
Elder Ye stroked his white beard, his face creased with worry despite his advanced age. He sighed heavily, "Tell me honestly, have you developed inappropriate feelings for your disciple?"
Shen Yue, who had been lost in thought, didn't fully hear Elder Ye's question and looked at him questioningly.
Elder Ye saw no confusion in Shen Yue's expression. He interpreted her silence as an admission and thought, "No wonder, no wonder, so she's already harbored selfish intentions."
Truly a karmic entanglement.
"Xiyu, you're getting more muddled with age."
Shen Yue: "?"
"Firstly, the hundreds of years age difference between you two. Secondly, your disciple already has someone she likes. Are you planning to interfere and break up the couple?"
Shen Yue: "??"
"And you are master and disciple! If this were to become known, do you realize your disciple would have her spiritual bones removed and be expelled from Qingyun Sect? Have you considered the consequences? You're so carelessly falling in love, willing to risk your life for him?"
Shen Yue: "???"
The more she listened, the more confused she became. Seeing Elder Ye becoming increasingly agitated, Shen Yue quickly explained, "It's not as you say."
Elder Ye: "What? Are you trying to lie to me as well?"
Shen Yue: "..."
In this day and age, why was the truth not believed?
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Fengyan Valley was indeed perilous, shrouded in thick mist that obscured the path ahead. This was not a significant issue for Shen Yue, as she was blind.
Although there were many poisonous creatures, Elder Ye had given her an antidote, allowing Shen Yue to enter with relative ease.
Her magical abilities were indeed suppressed by an invisible force, preventing even the simplest act of sword flight. She could only proceed on foot.
In the center of Fengyan Valley stood a small wooden hut. The mist around the hut was sparse, suggesting it was the abode of the Medical Immortal.
Shen Yue stopped at the entrance of the wooden hut and knocked with her fingers.
"Who is it?"
A childish voice rang out.
The wooden door then opened, revealing a child with a pale, tender, and cute little face.
He looked up at the person at the door. The thin mist prevented him from seeing her face clearly, only sensing a figure as delicate as a translucent butterfly, her white hem drifting, exuding an ethereal aura.
The child's eyes widened, and he said in a soft, milky voice, "Are you an immortal from the heavens?"
Children are always so innocent. Shen Yue lowered her head slightly. The child then got a clear view of her face, his mouth widening in surprise.
Her features were as serene as a gentle breeze, her white robes like a handful of cold snow, her beauty reminiscent of snow-kissed jade, pure and crystalline.
"Yao'er, who has come?"
A clear, refreshing voice met the ears. His tone was casual, his outer robe worn loosely, as if about to slip off his shoulders at any moment.
His gentle and refined face was like jade, incredibly handsome.
His demeanor was one of effortless grace. Upon seeing the strange white figure at the door, his expression turned subtly cold.
Yao'er excitedly turned to the man, his fair little face flushing with joy. "Changsheng, come quickly and see, there's a fairy here."
The child's innocent voice broke the stiff, strange atmosphere. Changsheng pressed his temples with his slender, fair fingers. "Didn't I tell you not to open the door for strangers?"
The child said shyly, "But this one is a fairy."
He didn't want to open the door, but the person at the door was a fairy.
Changsheng didn't indulge the child's nonsense and politely asked the white figure at the door to leave.