189: Chapter 189 That bastard!

At this moment, she was counting ants on the ground out of sheer boredom when suddenly—

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse... Did her Revered Master's tightly closed peach blossom eyes just... flicker slightly?

Ling Xiaotang rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.

Then, she saw those soul-stirring peach blossom eyes slowly open.

Although they only opened a crack, and although those eyes were full of blurriness and confusion—

They really opened!

Ling Xiaotang suddenly sprang up from the ground and rushed forward in a few strides, her voice a mix of shock and joy:

"Revered Master! You're finally awake!"

That voice was crisp and loud, sounding particularly piercing in the silence.

Ye Changge's hand movements paused slightly.

Ling Xiaotang's shout was certainly full of vigor.

However...

He looked down at the woman in his arms; those peach blossom eyes were indeed open, staring ahead dazedly, her gaze still somewhat scattered, clearly not yet fully conscious.

"Woke up quite fast."

Ye Changge's brows quirked slightly, a hint of surprise in his tone.

He had originally thought that given the severity of the internal injuries in this woman's body, it would take at least two or three more treatment sessions for her to regain consciousness.

He hadn't expected her to wake up in just three days.

Could it be because he used the Yin-Yang Qi to nourish her Dantian?

Ye Changge speculated inwardly.

His Yin Yang Creation Art was originally an Immortal-grade Cultivation Technique, and the Yin-Yang Qi contained extremely pure Life Force, which had miraculous effects on nourishing Meridians and repairing the Dantian.

Coupled with the fact that he had been running the technique day and night without stopping, channeling a large amount of Yin-Yang Qi into her body, her recovery had been accelerated, allowing her to wake up early.

"That's good news."

Ye Changge muttered to himself, but his hands didn't stop.

After all, the treatment was only halfway through; he couldn't just give up halfway just because she woke up.

He refocused his attention on the circulation of spiritual power in his palm, continuing to untangle the mess of spiritual power inside Nangong Zili's body.

—

Nangong Zili's consciousness was gradually clearing.

She heard her disciple's surprised and happy call—

"Revered Master! You're finally awake!"

Revered Master.

She was being called.

Her gaze shifted slightly, and she saw Ling Xiaotang's tear-stained face, filled with shock and joy.

Her disciple was still alive.

This realization made her feel a little more at ease.

However, in the next moment—

She felt that "hand" pressed against her lower abdomen start to move again.

That hand, with a strange rhythm, gently pressed and rotated at the position of her Dantian.

Every movement was accompanied by a surge of warm Spiritual Qi being channeled into her body, going deep into that shattered Core Formation.

At the same time, the other hand holding her front was also moving slowly.

Two fingers were gently twisting something with an indescribable force.

Nangong Zili's cheeks instantly turned scalding hot.

She only then realized—

At this moment, she was being held in the arms of a strange man in an extremely shameful posture.

And her disciple was standing right there, watching it all happen.

A sense of shame like she had never felt before flooded over her like a tide.

She wanted to struggle, wanted to push away this man who dared to take liberties with her, wanted to shout sternly—

But her whole body was as soft as a pool of water; she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

She could only gently push against his arm, but that force was less than a tickle.

Her fingers just weakly rested on his cuff, unable to even grab it before sliding down limply.

It was useless.

Completely useless.

Ye Changge didn't even notice her faint struggle.

He only felt the woman in his arms tremble again, her breathing becoming more rapid than before.

"Hmm, this place is indeed heavily blocked."

He muttered under his breath, the force in his hands increasing a bit more. The Yin-Yang Qi transformed into two even purer streams, rushing toward the tangled mass of foreign spiritual power deep within her Dantian.

Next—

A sharp pain came from deep within her Dantian!

The pain came fast and fierce, as if someone were taking a red-hot iron needle and stabbing it ruthlessly into her most fragile spot!

From Nangong Zili's alluring red lips, a delicate groan suddenly escaped—

"Ugh—!"

That sound was trembling, suppressed, and carried a flirtatious undertone she hadn't expected, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet Immortal Cave.

As soon as the sound escaped, Nangong Zili was jolted awake.

Ling Xiaotang was still right there!

Her face instantly turned completely red, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, then down her slender neck and into her collar.

She hurriedly bit her lower lip hard with her snowy-white teeth, forcing back the sound that was about to overflow.

But the sensation of pain and numbness intertwining from deep within her Dantian came wave after wave, making her body tremble uncontrollably.

She didn't know why she would make such an embarrassing sound.

In her life, having lived for decades, she had never... never made such a sound.

At this moment, in front of her disciple, being... being treated like this by a strange man, and even making such a sound...

Nangong Zili wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

—

Seeing this, Ling Xiaotang hurriedly took two steps forward, squatted in front of Nangong Zili, and asked with a face full of concern:

"Revered Master, how are you? Do you feel any better?"

Her voice was crisp and sincere, her eyes full of worry.

Nangong Zili looked at her disciple's familiar little face, and the tense string in her heart finally relaxed a bit.

Fortunately, her disciple was fine.

Fortunately, she was still alive.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to comfort her disciple, wanting to tell her that she was fine—

"I..."

As soon as the word left her mouth, she realized her voice was incredibly raspy and soft, as if she had just been pulled out of water.

She cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound more normal:

"I'm fine—"

However—

Before she could finish her sentence.

The person behind her seemed to have done something again.

An even more violent surge of spiritual power exploded from deep within her Dantian!

Nangong Zili felt a numbing sensation rush from her tailbone all the way to the top of her head.

Her whole body felt as if it had been struck by lightning, instantly losing all strength!

The groan she had just held back could no longer be suppressed—

"Mm!"

An uncontrollable soft moan escaped from between her teeth.

That voice was soft and sweet, carrying tremors and gasps, with a slightly rising tone at the end, like a cat's claw gently scratching at the heart.

Nangong Zili's mind went blank.

She bit her lower lip hard, her eyes turning red. Those soul-stirring peach blossom eyes were now half-closed.

Her eyes were glistening with moisture, containing tears brought by pain, the flush brought by shame, and...

A trace of almost imperceptible killing intent.

Though that killing intent was weak, it was incomparably sharp, like a snake flicking its tongue—cold and lethal.