196: Chapter 196 Senior Sister, Just Bear With It

By the pool was a relatively flat patch of grass.

On the side against the mountain wall, a shallow cave had naturally formed, just large enough for two or three people to rest.

"Right here."

Ye Yun carried Han Qingxue into the cave and gently laid her down on the hay-covered ground.

Back against the cold stone wall, Han Qingxue's body trembled slightly.

Ye Yun took a clean robe from the System space, spread it over the hay, and helped her lean against it.

Han Qingxue closed her eyes and continued to circulate her Cultivation Technique to suppress the toxin.

But the black patterns on her neck, instead of fading, spread upward a few more inches.

Ye Yun crouched in front of her, his gaze falling on the wound on her shoulder, which had been corroded by a Poison Palm strike.

The fabric near the wound had been completely eaten away, revealing the translucent white skin beneath and a bloody gash still seeping black blood.

The poison gas used this wound as an entry point, frantically boring into her body.

He had to clean the wound first, drain the poisoned blood, and then use Pure Yang Mystic Power to help her expel the poison.

"Senior Sister."

Han Qingxue opened her eyes.

"The wound on your shoulder needs to be treated first."

Han Qingxue was silent for a moment.

Those cold eyes fell on his face, showing no emotion.

But from her slightly trembling eyelashes, Ye Yun read a trace of imperceptible panic.

It was the instinctive panic of a woman who had never exposed her body to a man before.

"I'll do it myself."

She raised her left hand to reach the wound on her right shoulder.

But as soon as her fingers touched the edge of the wound, a surge of sharp pain made her entire arm tremble.

Her fingertips turned pale, and fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

The toxin had already invaded the Meridians in her right shoulder; she couldn't lift her right hand at all.

"Don't force yourself."

Ye Yun reached out and held her restless wrist; his movements were gentle, but his tone brooked no refusal.

"I'll do it."

Han Qingxue's wrist stiffened slightly in his palm.

Ye Yun could feel her pulse; it was cooler than a normal person's body temperature, yet it was racing under his fingertips.

He released her hand and took out a clean dagger and a roll of bandages from the System space.

He then took a healing Medicinal Pill, crushed it, and sprinkled the powder onto the bandages.

"I have to cut away the fabric near the wound."

Ye Yun kept his voice as steady as possible.

"Senior Sister, please bear with it."

Han Qingxue didn't speak, only nodding very, very slightly.

Ye Yun leaned in closer.

The tip of the dagger carefully lifted the tattered fabric on her shoulder that had been corroded.

Beneath the fabric, the wound was completely exposed to his eyes.

The wound wasn't deep, but the edges had already turned black, and the poison gas was spreading through the surrounding Meridians.

Black patterns spread like a spiderweb toward her collarbone and neck.

Further down was the skin affected by the poison gas but not yet eroded.

It was dazzlingly white, her collarbone as exquisite as a carving; following the collarbone down...

A faint snowy white curve could be seen at the edge of her collar.

Ye Yun's breath hitched for a moment.

He forced himself to focus on the wound.

The dagger gently sliced through the necrotic flesh at the edge of the wound, and black poisoned blood immediately surged out.

Han Qingxue let out a muffled groan, her brows furrowing tightly, her hands gripping the hay beneath her until her knuckles turned white.

"Cry out if it hurts."

Ye Yun kept his head down, his movements fast and steady.

"I'll bear it."

Han Qingxue's voice trembled slightly, yet it still carried that cold tone, a stubbornness that made one's heart ache.

Ye Yun didn't speak and continued cleaning the wound.

The sound of the dagger scraping away the necrotic flesh was exceptionally clear in the quiet cave.

Every sound caused Han Qingxue's body to tremble slightly.

But from beginning to end, Han Qingxue didn't cry out in pain once.

She just bit her lip hard, biting it until it turned pale, as cold sweat from her forehead slid down her cheeks.

It dripped onto the back of her hand as she gripped the hay.

Ye Yun finally finished cleaning the last piece of necrotic flesh.

After the black poisoned blood was drained, the blood flowing from the wound finally returned to a normal red.

He sprinkled the medicinal powder evenly over the wound and then carefully bound it with bandages.

"The wound is treated. Next, I need to expel the toxins that have already invaded your Meridians."

Ye Yun stood up, his gaze falling on Han Qingxue's face.

"I need to channel Pure Yang Mystic Power through the Meridians in your back to force the poison gas into one spot and then expel it from your body."

Han Qingxue opened her eyes, a faint trace of panic flashing through her mist-covered eyes.

"You need me to... expose my back."

Ye Yun tried his best to make his tone sound professional and calm.

"Not all of it, but your robe needs to be pulled down below your shoulder blades."

Han Qingxue was silent for a long while.

The cave was so quiet that only the sound of spring water dripping from the rock crevices and the sound of their intermingled breathing remained.

Then, she nodded very, very slightly.

"Alright."

She raised her left hand, her fingers trembling as she reached to untie the sash at her waist.

But the toxin had already invaded the Meridians on the right side of her body; although her left hand could move, it wasn't very agile.

The sash only grew tighter under her fingertips; she couldn't untie it no matter what.

The more anxious she became, the less she could untie it, and the more she couldn't untie it, the more anxious she became.

A faint blush gradually rose on her pale cheeks, though whether from anxiety or something else was unclear.

Ye Yun watched her fingers struggle in vain with the thin sash for a long while before finally letting out a soft sigh.

"Let me do it."

He reached out, his fingertips touching the sash.

Han Qingxue's fingers recoiled as if they had been burned; she curled them at her side, trembling slightly.

Ye Yun didn't speak; he kept his head down and earnestly worked to untie the sash.

His movements were very light and slow, his fingertips trying their best not to touch her body.

But the sash was tied too tightly.

As he untied it, it was inevitable that he would touch the thin fabric at her waist.

Through the fabric, Ye Yun could feel the softness and flatness of her lower abdomen.

As well as the slight twitching of her abdominal muscles when her body tensed.

The sash was finally untied.

Ye Yun stood up and waited for Han Qingxue's next move.

She bit her lip, her left hand gripping the edge of her lapel, and then she took a deep breath as if she had made a monumental decision.

The fabric slid down from her shoulders.

The plain white dress fell below her shoulder blades, revealing her entire bare back and rounded shoulders.

In the dim cave, her skin was so white it almost glowed, but it wasn't a sickly pallor.

It was the Icy Skin and Jade Bones tempered by years of Cultivating ice-attribute Cultivation Techniques.

The curve of her shoulder blades was as beautiful as butterfly wings, and her spine formed a shallow groove.

It extended all the way down from between her shoulder blades, disappearing into the dress bunched at her waist.

Her waist was so thin that Ye Yun felt he could encircle it with one hand; there were two shallow dimples at her lower back.

In the dim light, they looked like two shallow pools filled with moonlight.

Ye Yun's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He had seen Fang Hansu's body—warm, soft, and translucent white, like a piece of fine Mutton-fat Jade.

Han Qingxue was different; her beauty was cold, the kind of pure and noble beauty that one wouldn't dare to desecrate.

Yet the more it was like this, the more it made one want to crush her and melt her with warmth.