Yi Zhixie gave a wry smile, wishing he could have better cultivation.
"Ahem, don't speak of it as low. In a few more days, if my old injury flares up, I might just kick the bucket. Or worse, if Bai Ge'er discovers me and sends someone to finish me off again, I won't even see tomorrow's sun."
Yi Zhixie's words were heavy indeed.
Neither of these two outcomes was something Shen Xiaoyan and the others wanted to see.
Shen Xiaoyan's expression tightened. Without waiting any longer, she directly said, "I have a way to resolve your old injury."
"Is it true?"
As Namuzhong asked this, she had already appeared before Shen Xiaoyan.
While Yi Zhixie was still stunned, Namuzhong seemed even more agitated.
"Shen Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, are you telling the truth? Xiao Xie ge's old injury has persisted for a hundred years. The damage to his body is immeasurable. Under such circumstances, even Yi Zhixie's father wouldn't dare to guarantee..."
This wasn't Namuzhong doubting Shen Xiaoyan.
Having known each other for several years, she was very clear about what kind of person Shen Xiaoyan was.
Shen Xiaoyan would never joke about such a serious matter.
But it was precisely because of this that she found it even harder to believe.
Shen Xiaoyan could understand Namuzhong's feelings at this moment. To constantly worry about a loved one whose lifespan was uncertain, only to suddenly grasp a lifeline when hope was about to be extinguished.
It was like a divine melody from beyond the nine heavens, bringing joy to the heart.
Under the tense gazes of Namuzhong and Yi Zhixie, Shen Xiaoyan nodded.
Since she had already spoken, she wouldn't keep them in suspense any longer.
Earlier, if she hadn't been in a hurry to chase Kong Huangwei and the others, this matter would have been resolved in Da Chu.
By a twist of fate, it had been delayed until now.
But it wasn't too late; they still had time.
As long as Yi Zhixie's old injury could be healed, their safety in the Sacred Spirit Continent would at least be somewhat guaranteed, wouldn't it?
Though her heart was filled with excitement, Yi Zhixie still tried his best to compose himself and asked with trembling lips, "What method do you have? My old injury has been here for a century. Over the years, Mu Zhong and I have tried everything, but to no avail. Honestly, I've already accepted my fate. You don't need to comfort me."
Towards the end, Yi Zhixie's face showed a strange smile.
In this smile, there seemed to be a sense of release, mixed with a touch of reluctance.
At 800 years old, in Da Chu, he might have been considered a monstrous old immortal.
But in the Sacred Spirit Continent, it was merely ordinary.
Moreover, regardless of how long one lived, it was a truism that a good life was better than a quick death.
Especially when there were still attachments in this world, no one would want to die.
The world's beautiful scenery had not been fully appreciated, he and Mu Zhong had not yet had children, and his kindred spirit brothers had just arrived in the Sacred Spirit Continent, and he had not yet had the chance to play the host.
Under such circumstances, how could Yi Zhixie want to die?
But how difficult it was to live, others might not know, but he himself knew it best.
If he could return to his sect, with his father's status, he might be able to mobilize a large portion of the sect's resources to help him recover.
However, to heal him with his own strength, he felt it was unlikely.
Although he didn't believe it, Yi Zhixie was still very grateful.
Shen Xiaoyan had said such a thing for him, hadn't she?
With such a friend, he had no regrets even if he died.
Shen Xiaoyan and Zheng Wei watched the changes in Yi Zhixie's expression and could roughly guess his thoughts.
But it was precisely because of this that Shen Xiaoyan felt immensely speechless.
She hadn't finished speaking yet, and Yi Zhixie was already jumping to conclusions.
Besides, the world was never short of miracles.
Just because he hadn't seen miracles before, did he think they wouldn't happen now?
Thinking this, Shen Xiaoyan simply didn't wait for Yi Zhixie to say anything else and directly explained the method she had seen in ancient texts in the space to heal Yi Zhixie.
Yi Zhixie was initially disbelieving. In his opinion, although what Shen Xiaoyan said had some basis, it might have been fabricated by Shen Xiaoyan.
After all, he knew that Shen Xiaoyan was no ordinary person.
But as time went by, the more detailed Shen Xiaoyan's explanation became, Yi Zhixie's expression shifted from indifference to surprise, and finally to shock.
He had truly never expected that he would perish in this way and disappear completely from this world, but who knew that at this very moment, Shen Xiaoyan would bring him such news.
Not only Yi Zhixie, but even Namuzhong beside him was too excited to speak.
After Shen Xiaoyan finished speaking, Namuzhong walked to Shen Xiaoyan's side, tightly grasped Shen Xiaoyan's hands, and said with unwavering resolve, "Shen Xiaoyan, I, Namuzhong, swear on my life here and now. From now on, my life is your life. If you ever need anything, you can take it at any time. I know you lack nothing, and in my current situation, I can't give you much, but if you need it, and if I have it, I will absolutely not be stingy."
"Mu Zhong..."
Listening to Namuzhong's words, filled with firm conviction, Yi Zhixie felt a surge of emotion in his heart. He only managed to call out Mu Zhong's name, at a loss for words.
He understood very well Mu Zhong's deep affection for him.
This was also why he accepted Namuzhong using her cultivation to extend his life.
Because he was afraid that if he died, Namuzhong would also give up her own life.
Therefore, despite his heartache, despite his reluctance, and despite the immense pain he sometimes felt, lamenting his helplessness, Yi Zhixie still chose to linger on.
Even with his low strength, it had been enough for the two of them to live freely in Da Chu.
These past 100 years, while painful, had also been happy, as he and Mu Zhong were still alive.
But the pain of living, Yi Zhixie felt, Namuzhong could not understand.
Until just now, when Yi Zhixie heard Namuzhong's heartfelt words, he suddenly understood.
He had always thought that his prolonged life was agonizing for him, as it consumed his woman's cultivation and life force to extend his own existence, something most men would find unbearable.
But he had never expected that Namuzhong was actually suffering just as much as he was.
Thinking about it now, constantly worrying if her beloved would leave her.
Such worry persisting for a hundred years, could anyone truly endure it?
Furthermore, even though Namuzhong was a cultivator, she was still a woman.
As long as she was a woman, who wouldn't want to be cherished?
Understanding this, Yi Zhixie strode to Namuzhong's side and held her tightly in his arms. "Mu Zhong, thank you. For these past hundred years, it's all thanks to you. From now on, you can rest easy. No matter how much suffering I have to endure, no matter what price I have to pay, I will definitely live well. Not only that, but I will also cultivate diligently. In the near future, I will definitely take you back to the sect. All the unfair treatment we received that day, I will repay it all."
Hearing this, Namuzhong's heart finally relaxed.
In these years, she had not only been worried about Yi Zhixie's health but also about his state of mind.
She most feared that he would feel like a burden and harbor thoughts of giving up on life.
But after hearing Yi Zhixie's sudden confession, she finally felt at ease.
However...
"What nonsense are you talking about? We are confidants, aren't we? As confidants and friends, why would Shen Xiaoyan make you pay a painful price?"
"Don't you agree?"
This last sentence was clearly seeking confirmation from Shen Xiaoyan.
Shen Xiaoyan just wanted to roll her eyes at him.
His attitude just now was clearly not like this.