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Detoxification is crucial. Without overthinking, Gao Lanzhi closed her fingers together, using them as a sword to make a gentle cut on Qiao Wan's arm. Droplets of blood immediately rolled out, dripping into the jade bowl under her arm.
The vibrant red blood dripped into the blue jade bowl, creating ripples of water reflections.
When the bowl was filled, Gao Lanzhi had enough. She took out medicine from her pocket and applied it to Qiao Wan's wounds.
"Elder martial sister, your poison is severe," Gao Lanzhi said, "It will probably take a few days, or even more than ten days, for you to recover by donating blood for yourself."
Zhou Yan asked, "How much longer can she hold on?"
Gao Lanzhi shook her head, "It depends on Xiaoxiao's condition. It could be as short as three to five days, or as long as over ten days."
Qiao Wan rolled up her sleeves, but didn't react to what was said.
Pei Chunzheng took the filled jade bowl and walked to the bed to check on Mu Xiaoxiao.
The girl on the bed was in a daze, lacking her usual liveliness.
Looking at Mu Xiaoxiao, he felt a slight sense of assurance in his chaotic mind.
She was his light, the light that would burn him if he got too close.
She was also the person he had made up his mind to protect.
And now he watched her enduring such hardships.
Xiaoxiao.
Pei Chunzheng felt a pang in his heart, lowered his eyes, and without delay, he freed up one hand and gently held the delicate lower jaw of the girl, feeding her the blood.
The young girl had smooth and delicate skin, but now she was suffering from a strange fever, her cheeks flushed abnormally. When they touched her fingertips, it felt warm and delicate.
After feeding her a bowl of blood, a strand of her hair stuck to her cheek. Pei Chunzheng refrained from helping her tidy her hair in front of everyone, but he lowered the curtain on her bed instead.
After doing all this, he turned back to the table, not looking at anyone in the room.
Feng Wangyan always acted recklessly and without restraint. Seeing that Mu Xiaoxiao's crisis was resolved, he couldn't be bothered with arguing with these people anymore. He walked to the bed to check on her condition.
After applying the medicine to her wound, the bleeding on Qiao Wan's arm gradually stopped.
Zhou Yan looked at Qiao Wan and said, "Don't go back, just stay here for a few days."
Qiao Wan nodded and replied, "Okay."
Gao Lanzhi was a bit surprised by this. Was Zhou Yan's disciple not living on Yuqing Peak?
You see, Mu Xiaoxiao had always been staying on Yuqing Peak. She was raised by Zhou Yan and they had a relationship like father and daughter.
Since Mu Xiaoxiao's "death," Zhou Yan was in low spirits and the entire Kunshan Sect noticed. It was possible that he didn't want Qiao Wan to live on Yuqing Peak, fearing that it would remind him of Mu Xiaoxiao and further sadden him.
This was ultimately a matter between the master and disciple, and outsiders had no say in the matter.
Seeing that there was nothing more for her to do, Fairy Xixia, Gao Lanzhi, prepared to take her leave.
Zhou Yan, being a sword immortal, usually left these matters to his senior disciple, Lu Pihan. But since Lu Pihan was not on the mountain, Qiao Wan politely went to Gao Lanzhi and said, "I'll escort you down the mountain, senior."
Gao Lanzhi saw that Qiao Wan looked pale and said, "You just used your blood to save your elder martial sister, so it's better for you to rest and recover. Let's skip the formalities."
Qiao Wan said, "Please let me escort you to the gate then."
Gao Lanzhi, seeing her persistence, didn't insist.
However, just as Qiao Wan was about to take a step, a fiery whirlwind suddenly swept in from the bed!
Qiao Wan didn't have time to react and felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her ears were ringing, and before she knew it, her body was flying out.
"Bang—"
Her back hit a pillar in the room, and she fell off the pillar, coughing up blood.
Immediately after, Feng Wangyan's beautiful yet fierce face appeared in front of her.
He gripped her neck, lifting her high and gritted his teeth, "Tell me! What did you do to Xiaoxiao?!"
Qiao Wan, in intense pain, was stunned. Opening her eyes, she struggled to think, "Xiaoxiao?!"
Pei Chunzheng and Zhou Yan saw the scene and realized it wasn't good. They rushed to the bed one after another.
Zhou Yan lifted the bedding to check.
On the bed, they saw the young girl, her brows furrowed tightly, her face devoid of color, and her teeth trembling.
Pei Chunzheng hurriedly bent down to check her breathing.
She was barely breathing, her face pale. It was clear that her life was hanging by a thread!
"Stay calm, immortal friend!" Gao Lanzhi was shocked and quickly rushed forward to stop him, "Don't strangle her!"
At that moment, Feng Wangyan seemed to realize something and released his grip.
Qiao Wan fell to the ground like a lifeless fish, and Gao Lanzhi hurriedly wiped away the blood flowing from her nose, ears, and lips with her sleeve. She helped Qiao Wan up and asked, "Can you still stand?"
In his anger, Feng Wangyan didn't hold back his power. Qiao Wan laid on the ground and gasped for breath, a bloody taste filled her mouth, and she continuously spat out fresh blood.
Oh my goodness.
Oh my goodness.
Qiao Wan was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat. Due to the intense pain, blood kept flowing from her nose and mouth, her lips were numb, and she couldn't speak a word.
No one knew how terrible she felt in that moment.
Gao Lanzhi hurriedly took out a pill and fed it to her.
After swallowing the pill, Qiao Wan finally regained her senses. She coughed out a mouthful of blood foam and weakly shook her head at Gao Lanzhi, saying, "I'm fine."
Just as she caught her breath, a flash of a sword appeared.
Qiao Wan looked up and saw Pei Chunzheng pointing his sword directly at her throat.
The young man's face was cold as ice, asking, "What is going on?"
As the sword drew closer, Pei Chunzheng's eyes were filled with a terrifying anger and coldness.
Qiao Wan looked at Pei Chunzheng.
He was someone she used to like.
Even after all these years, she still liked him...
How ridiculous.
Qiao Wan's gaze turned cold.
She liked him? Never!
She wasn't the kind of person who silently endured suffering and remained steadfast, waiting for someone to turn around.
Qiao Wan suppressed her anger and told herself to be patient.
The difference in their skills was too great; it wouldn't be wise to fight here.
But thinking was one thing, and doing was another.
Damn it, she couldn't bear it anymore.
Even though her whole body was in so much pain that she could barely muster any strength, she still gave it her all and released a sword light, knocking Pei Chunzheng's Snow Fright Sword out of his hand and far away.
Avoiding Gao Lanzhi, who wanted to help her, Qiao Wan unsteadily stood up, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and finally let out the words she had been holding deep inside her heart and cursed.
"Shut up," Qiao Wan spat out a mouthful of blood foam and sneered, "You little brat."
How could she have known that something had happened to Mu Xiaoxiao?!
Unexpectedly, she launched an attack, causing Pei Chunzheng to release his sword, which flew out and landed on the ground with a clatter.
As soon as Qiao Wan spoke, she started spitting out blood.
Seeing Qiao Wan spitting blood, with a fierce and scary expression on her face.
Caught off guard and sprayed with blood on his face, the young man's face, as white as jade, showed a dumbfounded and quite ridiculous look, completely stunned by being called a "little brat."
