192: Chapter 192 Master, Senior, please don't do this!

It was like a jar of aged wine; just smelling the aroma was enough to make one feel thirty percent drunk.

In his heart, he couldn't help but want to ravage her a bit more.

He wanted to see what other expressions this cold, glamorous, and noble face could reveal.

Just then—

“Revered Master, Senior, please don't be like this...”

Seeing her Revered Master wake up and immediately start fighting with her savior, Ling Xiaotang felt extremely flustered and helpless.

She stood there, looking from one to the other, tears welling in her eyes and her small face crumpled in a pitiful manner.

She took a step forward, her eyes reddening as she spoke with a choked voice:

“Revered Master, it's all Xiao Tang's fault... It's all my fault... I was the one who asked Senior to help... because I didn't want you to die...”

As she spoke, her tears finally couldn't be held back and rolled down her cheeks one by one, dripping onto the ground.

“Xiao Tang knows Revered Master doesn't like being touched... but I really had no other choice... Revered Master, your injuries were too severe, and I couldn't do anything... I was so scared.”

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

That small figure stood there, looking indescribably pitiful and helpless.

Looking at her dear disciple's fragile, nearly broken appearance, Nangong Zili's heart softened.

The surging rage was like being doused with a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing most of it.

Nangong Zili took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calmer as she spoke with a raspy throat:

“Xiao Tang... I don't blame you.”

She then lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows under her eyelids, concealing the churning emotions in her peach-blossom eyes.

Then, she bit her red lips tightly, refusing to let another sound escape.

Because she now understood the situation.

She was injured and immobile, lacking even the strength to struggle.

And while the opponent was merely a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he possessed the means to save her life.

If she continued to argue with him, she would be the only one to suffer in the end.

Instead of making futile struggles, it was better to... endure for now.

Once her injuries were healed and her cultivation restored—

She would settle this score properly with this lecher who dared to take liberties with her!

Thinking this, Nangong Zili truly stopped struggling and remained silent.

She simply closed her eyes and bit her lip, letting the shame and anger churn within her while trying her best to maintain a calm exterior.

Only her tightly shut eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner turmoil.

Seeing her finally quiet down, Ye Changge also let out a slight sigh of relief.

He looked down at her.

On that exquisite face, the flush had not faded, tear marks remained at the corners of her eyes, and her tightly bitten lips were unnaturally pale.

Her entire being was like a peony ravaged by wind and rain; though in a wretched state, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

He gave a light cough and said nothing more, simply continuing the healing process.

Ye Changge spoke no more, focusing on the treatment at hand.

Inside the Grand Array, the only sounds were the faint whistle of the breeze,

And the occasional rustle of clothing rubbing together.

His palm pressed against her lower abdomen, spiritual power pulsing as the Yin-Yang Qi were slowly transferred into her.

The warm sensation made Nangong Zili's entire body tense up, yet she was powerless to resist.

She could only bite her lower lip deathly hard, suppressing all her shame and anger deep in her throat.

Time passed bit by bit.

Outside the Immortal Cave, the sky turned from bright to a sallow yellow, and then from yellow to a deep ink-blue.

An unknown amount of time passed.

Nangong Zili felt as if she had been roasted over a fire for an entire afternoon; there wasn't a single part of her body that wasn't burning hot.

The spiritual power continuously flowing into her body carried a strange heat, traveling along her Meridians. Wherever it passed, her originally depleted Dantian and withered Meridians actually showed signs of recovery.

But at the same time, that heat was also constantly draining her physical strength.

She felt increasingly tired and weak, to the point where even her arms propping her up on the couch began to tremble slightly.

Finally—

With a soft "pop" sound,

Ye Changge's hand moved away from her lower abdomen, and the spiritual power transmission that had lasted the entire afternoon finally ended.

Nangong Zili felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she slumped down limply.

She gasped for breath, with fine beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead, neck, and even beneath her clothes.

Under the green light of the Talisman Array, the sweat shimmered with a moist luster, soaking her clothes until they were semi-transparent.

Her face was like a peach blossom, her cheeks flushed crimson, and a lingering glow remained at the corners of her eyes. She looked as if she had just been fished out of water, too exhausted to even move a finger.

“Is... is it over?”

Ye Changge then reached out, intending to help her up.

Nangong Zili instinctively wanted to dodge, but found she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand.

She could only allow that hand to reach over, wrap around her waist, and help her up from the ground.

Upon standing, she realized her legs were as soft as lead and she couldn't stand steadily at all.

She was practically hanging onto Ye Changge just to keep from sliding down.

“You... let go of me.” Her voice was weak, yet her tone remained stubborn.

However, that face full of disdain, paired with her current state—flushed like a peach blossom and clothes soaked in sweat—really lacked any deterrent power.

Seeing her looking deathly weak yet still trying to maintain a cold front, Ye Changge couldn't help but find it amusing.

He didn't let go, but instead beckoned to Ling Xiaotang, who had been standing obediently to the side for a long time.

“Xiao Tang.”

Ling Xiaotang had been standing nervously to the side, watching her Revered Master being "treated" for the entire afternoon, her heart filled with worry and apprehension.

Hearing Ye Changge call her, she quickly responded and ran over.

“Senior!”

Ye Changge gently guided Nangong Zili toward her: “Come, support your Revered Master.”

Ling Xiaotang hurriedly reached out and carefully took Nangong Zili over.

She was petite, and supporting Nangong Zili, who was half a head taller, was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to steady her.

“Revered Master, how are you?” Ling Xiaotang's voice was thick with concern, her eyes red.

Leaning against her dear disciple and feeling the warmth from that small body, the surging anger and shame in Nangong Zili's heart actually settled quite a bit.

For once, she didn't have a cold face. Her voice was raspy but carried a hint of tenderness: “Xiao Tang... I'm much better.”

After a pause, she added: “I don't blame you.”

Hearing this, Ling Xiaotang's tears finally rolled down. She tried desperately to keep from sobbing out loud and just nodded vigorously.

Nangong Zili took a deep breath, leaning on Ling Xiaotang's shoulder as she tried to walk toward the other side of the Grand Array.

At this moment, she only wanted to get as far away as possible from that lecher who had taken liberties with her.