73: Chapter 73 Mouth-to-mouth transmission of pure Yang energy

Ye Xiaoyao felt his feet land solidly, and the surrounding scenery coalesced once more from the blurry silver light.

The teleportation of the Minor Teleportation Talisman had ended.

They landed on the edge of a steep cliff, with a bottomless abyss beneath their feet.

Gale winds whistled up from the bottom of the valley, causing their robes to dance wildly.

A few loose pebbles were stepped on by Ye Xiaoyao, rolling down with a clatter, but no echo was heard for a long time.

His right hand was still tightly wrapped around Fu Hongxue's soft waist.

Fu Hongxue was almost completely limp in his arms, her head resting weakly against his chest, her breathing faint and rapid.

Black blood that hadn't been wiped away remained at the corners of her mouth, and her complexion was terrifyingly ashen.

Her originally bright eyes were tightly shut, and her long lashes cast deep shadows under her eyelids.

"Senior Sister, don't be afraid, we have escaped."

Ye Xiaoyao said in a low voice, his words drifting in the wind.

Fu Hongxue seemed to hear him; her eyelids trembled, but she ultimately couldn't open them, nor did she have the strength to respond.

Having been poisoned by a potent toxin and with her Spiritual Qi exhausted, she didn't have a shred of strength left.

Ye Xiaoyao quickly looked around.

Opposite the cliff was another nearly vertical precipice, where a few clusters of withered yellow weeds grew stubbornly in the rock crevices.

Right at a position about ten zhang high on that precipice, there was a cave entrance half-hidden by vines.

It wasn't large, but it was enough to accommodate two or three people.

He immediately extended his Divine Sense, carefully sweeping it toward the cave.

His Divine Sense acted like invisible tentacles, drilling into the cave entrance and quickly sweeping through the dim interior space.

There was no scent of living creatures, no stench of Yao Beast, only some scattered feather fragments and long-dried bird droppings.

It was an abandoned bird's nest, or rather, it had once been the dwelling of some kind of flying Yao Beast.

Judging by the extent of the weathering on those droppings, it hadn't had an owner for at least a few months.

Ye Xiaoyao felt a sense of relief.

His luck hadn't been completely terrible after all.

He looked down at Fu Hongxue, whose breathing was becoming increasingly weak in his arms, and hesitated no longer.

His left hand quickly scooped under the bend of her knees, and his right arm firmly supported her back and shoulders, lifting her up horizontally.

Fu Hongxue was even lighter than she looked, perhaps due to her severe injuries and exhaustion.

Ye Xiaoyao adjusted his posture to ensure a steady hold, then exerted force with his feet and leaped.

His Spiritual Qi supported him as he leaped across the several-zhang-wide deep valley, landing precisely in front of the cave entrance on the opposite cliff.

He pushed aside the hanging withered vines and turned sideways to squeeze into the cave.

The interior of the cave was a bit more spacious than it looked from the outside, but only just.

The cave walls were rough, and the floor was piled with dust and the remnants left behind by the birds.

The air had a faint smell of dust mixed with old bird droppings.

It didn't smell good, but at least there was no aura of danger.

Ye Xiaoyao gently placed Fu Hongxue on a relatively clean spot on the ground and sat down immediately, allowing her to continue resting in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

This position seemed to make her more comfortable, and she finally struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

Her gaze focused blurrily on Ye Xiaoyao's face, and her lips moved, her voice as thin as gossamer:

"Junior Brother, we..."

"Senior Sister, rest assured, we are temporarily safe for now."

Ye Xiaoyao cut her off, his voice very soft:

"Don't speak for now, conserve your strength."

He flipped his left hand and summoned a mutton-fat jade bottle from his Storage Pouch.

He pulled out the stopper and poured out three round Spirit Pills that shimmered with a faint blue luster.

He carefully pinched one, brought it to Fu Hongxue's lips, and said softly:

"Come, Senior Sister, swallow this."

Fu Hongxue obediently opened her mouth slightly and took the Medicinal Pill.

Ye Xiaoyao waited for her to swallow it, then fed her the second and third ones.

The Spirit Pill dissolved upon entering her mouth, and pure, gentle Spiritual Qi quickly dispersed, traveling along her Meridians and nourishing her nearly parched Dantian.

As the Spiritual Qi revived, the deathly gray complexion on Fu Hongxue's face finally faded a little, and her lips recovered a bit of moisture, although they still lacked color.

But she was still extremely weak, her body limp, without even the strength to sit up straight herself.

Ye Xiaoyao took out another generic brown antidote Medicinal Pill and fed it to her.

This Medicinal Pill had mediocre effects and could only temporarily delay the spread of the toxin; it treated the symptoms but not the root cause.

After taking it, Fu Hongxue's breathing stabilized slightly.

But her brows were still painfully furrowed, and the cold, vicious toxicity within her body was clearly still raging.

"Senior Sister, I didn't expect us to be attacked this time."

As Ye Xiaoyao said this, he took a set of small Formation Flags out of his Storage Pouch.

"You are so severely injured, and the other Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters are also..."

He didn't finish, sighing softly.

Fu Hongxue leaned on his shoulder, her voice weak but filled with self-reproach:

"It's all my fault; I was careless for a moment, which is why I was poisoned by that thief. I just don't know... who sent them..."

As she spoke, she began to cough violently again, her body trembling slightly as she coughed up a small mouthful of dark, stagnant blood.

In fact, when Fu Hongxue was battling that Mid-stage Core Formation Cultivator, the reason she was distracted was because she was worried that Ye Xiaoyao and the others wouldn't be able to defeat that Early Stage Core Formation Cultivator.

She was worried about Ye Xiaoyao getting hurt, which caused her to lose focus, and thus allowed that Mid-stage Core Formation Cultivator to take the opportunity to ambush her with a potent toxin.

Ye Xiaoyao hurriedly used his right hand to support her back, gently soothing her breath.

"Senior Sister, don't think about these things for now."

He noticed that the complexion that had just recovered a bit of color was rapidly turning pale again.

The effect of that antidote Medicinal Pill was fading, and the toxicity was counterattacking even more fiercely.

He had to do something.

Ye Xiaoyao's thoughts raced, and he suddenly remembered the Jade Slip that Ji Chanxi had given him.

Pure Yang Sacred Body, Pure Yang Qi...

Perhaps it was worth a try.

It's just that the method...

He looked down at Fu Hongxue's tightly shut eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he finally spoke:

"Senior Sister, the toxin you have been afflicted with is too potent; I fear ordinary antidote Medicinal Pills will be difficult to eradicate it. I have a method that might be worth a try, to see if I can help you force the toxin out.

It's just... it requires your cooperation, Senior Sister, and this method is a bit special.

I wonder if you are willing, Senior Sister?"

Fu Hongxue struggled to lift her eyelids; her gaze was a bit unfocused, but the trust she had in Ye Xiaoyao was clearly visible within it.

She barely thought about it before nodding gently, saying in a whisper:

"Okay... Junior Brother, Senior Sister trusts you... I'll trouble you..."

After saying this, she seemed to have used up her last bit of strength, her eyes slowly closing again, her breathing becoming long and faint.

Ye Xiaoyao took a deep breath.

The Jade Slip stated very clearly that Pure Yang Qi disperses easily once it leaves the body, and if one wants to maximize its effect in dispelling toxins and healing injuries, it requires...

Mouth-to-mouth contact, transferring the Qi inward.

He did not hesitate any longer.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Fu Hongxue's somewhat cold, still pale lips.

Fu Hongxue seemed to hum vaguely, but she did not resist.

Ye Xiaoyao carefully pried open her lips and teeth, then concentrated and calmed his mind, driving the Origin Qi belonging to his Pure Yang Sacred Body from deep within his Dantian.

A warm, pure aura carrying faint golden specks of light slowly transferred from his mouth into Fu Hongxue's.

The cave was silent, with only the faint sound of the wind from outside the cliff drifting in.

At the cave entrance, the defensive Formation Flags that Ye Xiaoyao had previously set up shimmered slightly, isolating the inside from the outside into two different worlds.

Dust floated slowly in the faint light filtering in through the gaps in the vines.

Ye Xiaoyao focused on controlling the transfer of the Pure Yang Qi, one wave after another.

He could feel that the cold, stubborn toxicity within Fu Hongxue's body began to show signs of restlessness and retreat upon encountering the Pure Yang Qi.

The curvaceous, delicate body in his arms also seemed to slowly warm up a little bit.