42: Xingche's witchcraft

Xuan Mo was like a black lightning bolt, instantly knocking Xing Che to the ground.

At the same time, he snatched Bai Yao back into his arms and roared at Xing Che, "What exactly did you do to her?"

Although the wound on his chest had split open and blood continuously seeped through his clothes, the power Xuan Mo unleashed in his fury still caused Xing Che, whose strength was lower than his, to feel a sweetness in his throat and cough up a mouthful of blood.

Xing Che wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, supported himself, and stood up, the usual smile gone from his face. "Cough... If you don't give her back to me, she really won't be saved. That was just a critical step in detoxification; her consciousness was resisting..."

"A critical step involves making her vomit blood and fall unconscious?"

Xuan Mo didn't believe him at all. Bai Yao's body in his arms was still trembling slightly, black blood continuously oozed from the corners of her mouth, and her breathing was so faint it seemed like it would cease the next second.

His heart ached beyond measure, and an urge to destroy everything surged in his chest.

"Hurry, there's no time left."

Xing Che rarely raised his voice. "For every moment you delay, the poison's erosion of her heart meridian deepens! You are personally killing her."

Xuan Mo looked at the suffering person in his arms and felt a sense of powerlessness he had never experienced before.

He even wanted to immediately take her away from this wretched place and instantly kill this damned fox.

Xing Che seemed to read his mind. "If you take her out of the range of my Witchcraft now, she will die immediately."

This sentence instantly halted Xuan Mo's steps. He froze in place, watching Bai Yao's life force seemingly draining away little by little.

Caesar, who had been silently watching, stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice, "Xuan Mo, since things have come to this, trust Xing Che. On this continent, if he cannot save her, no one can."

His golden pupils looked at Xing Che, carrying the decisiveness of the Young City Lord. "Xing Che, I need your guarantee."

Xing Che took a deep breath, suppressed his surging Qi and blood, and stated solemnly, "I swear by the name of the Fox Tribe that I will do my utmost."

Xuan Mo finally glared at Xing Che and squeezed a few words through gritted teeth: "Save her. I'll watch right here."

He paused, then added, the killing intent in his voice unconcealed, "If anything happens to her, I will make you accompany her in death."

This time, Xing Che did not ask them to leave again. He knew this was the greatest concession the brutal Snake Beast could make.

Bai Yao was gently placed back on the bed. Xing Che said no more, pressed his palm against Bai Yao's back again, closed his eyes to concentrate, and the obscure incantations softly sounded once more.

As the Witch Power continuously flowed out, his already pale face became almost transparent, and fine beads of blood seeped from the tip of his nose and his earlobes, showing the immense strain he was under.

Bai Yao let out painful groans in her coma, her body unconsciously convulsing.

Xuan Mo stood by the bed; he could only wait, only trust this fox whom he did not trust.

Just then, a clamor came from outside the house.

"How could a high-rank Wandering Beast be allowed into the Inner City? He even trespassed into the Priest's Residence just now?"

"Where is the Young City Lord? We must ensure the safety of the Females in the city!"

Caesar's face darkened. He subconsciously looked at Xuan Mo, only to find that Xuan Mo's entire focus was fixed on the bed, completely ignoring the external disturbance.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The treatment was at a critical juncture right now and absolutely could not be interrupted.

If something truly happened to Bai Yao, an enraged Xuan Mo would be enough to make Hundred Beasts City pay a heavy price.

"Guard here. Do not allow anyone to approach."

Caesar quietly ordered the personal guards at the door. He then straightened his robe, his face regaining the sternness and arrogance fitting a Lion Clan Young City Lord, and strode out.

Caesar's voice soon came from outside the door: "Who is making noise here?... Questioning my decision? It seems someone has forgotten the rules here."

Immediately following were a few short gasps and the dull thud of bodies colliding. Soon, everything returned to silence.

Inside the room, the tense atmosphere remained solidified.

After an unknown amount of time, Xing Che suddenly opened his eyes and slammed his palm heavily onto Bai Yao's back.

"Pfft—"

Another large mouthful of viscous black blood sprayed out from Bai Yao's mouth, but this time, the color of the blood seemed less dark.

Next, Xing Che bit his fingertip and dripped a few beads of bright red blood onto Bai Yao's pale lips.

He formed hand seals, and a faint red glow emanated from his body. These lights, like living vines, twisted and coiled around the room, forming a strange barrier that enveloped both him and Bai Yao.

Xuan Mo held his breath. He watched this mysterious Witchcraft that surpassed his understanding, feeling shocked, but more importantly, he saw the pallor of death on Bai Yao's face gradually fading away.

"Soul... Return!"

Xing Che let out a low shout. The red light of the barrier suddenly brightened, then slowly dissipated.

Bai Yao's body stopped convulsing. Although her breathing was faint, it became steady and long, and a hint of color finally returned to her face.

Xing Che seemed to have exhausted all his strength, staggering away from the bedside, sweat soaking his Wizard's Robe.

Trembling, he took out several fragrant medicinal pills and placed them into Bai Yao's mouth.

"It's done..."

His voice was hoarse and tired. "She's alive. Feed her these pills every day for the next few days."

He tossed a Jade Bottle to Xuan Mo, lacking even the strength to meet Xuan Mo's gaze, wanting only to find a place to recover immediately.

Xuan Mo immediately rushed to the bedside and cautiously checked Bai Yao's wrist pulse. The rampant poison had truly vanished.

He turned and looked at the nearly exhausted Xing Che, his feelings complicated. He disliked this fox, but it was undeniable that he had saved Bai Yao's life.

Xuan Mo was unused to owing favors and was not good at expressing gratitude. In the end, he spoke stiffly, "I won't forget what I promised you."

Xing Che leaned against the wall and managed a pale smile upon hearing this. Getting the cold-blooded and ruthless Snake Emperor to remember a favor made the risk taken today worthwhile.

"Just remember it."

He caught his breath. "She is out of danger, but her Divine Soul is damaged and requires several days of rest before she wakes up. You two... stay in Hundred Beasts City for now."

Having finished speaking, he supported himself, intending to leave.

"Wait."

Xuan Mo stopped him. "She... needs to stay in the Tribe, right?"

Xing Che was slightly surprised, then understood. This snake had, after all, listened to his words.

"Damp and cold caves are not conducive to her recovery. The Tribe is more suitable for recuperation."

He paused, implying something, "And, it's safe."

Xuan Mo was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Understood."

Xing Che said no more, placing a bottle of Wound Medicine on the table. "Your wounds. If you don't want her to worry when she wakes up, deal with them. I also don't want you to die and fail to fulfill your promise to me."

After speaking, he dragged his exhausted body and left the room directly.

Finally, only the two of them remained in the room.

Xuan Mo held Bai Yao's still cold hand, pressing it against his cheek, feeling her steady breathing. His heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of peace and lingering fear.

He gently tucked the corner of the quilt around her, opened the door, and walked outside—he needed to find Caesar.

He was about to make a major decision.