Chapter 7
He had never seen Qiao Wan like this before.
At least, in the time they spent together, the young girl always seemed polite and gentle, let alone her ferocious appearance now.
He had never seen her like this before.
Pei Chunzheng stared at Qiao Wan in surprise, forgetting to wipe the blood from his face or retaliate against her insult.
At that moment, Gao Lanzhi finally reacted. She didn't have time to deal with the argument between the two of them and quickly went to check on Mu Xiaoxiao. Seeing her condition was not good, Gao Lanzhi felt a sinking feeling in her heart.
Qiao Wan wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and walked past Pei Chunzheng to stand beside Gao Lanzhi.
Her whole body was in pain. After cursing, she didn't have the energy or desire to see his reaction.
Gao Lanzhi turned her head to look at her and asked, "Have you taken any other medicines or eaten anything by mistake these past few days?"
Qiao Wan glanced at the girl lying on the bed and knew that the situation was difficult. She furrowed her brows and gave a detailed report, trying not to miss any details.
"Dragon Snow Tiger?" Gao Lanzhi interrupted her. "When you came down the mountain, were you bitten by a Dragon Snow Tiger?"
Qiao Wan understood Gao Lanzhi's reaction without needing to think. "Senior, is it because the Dragon Snow Tiger has poison?"
Gao Lanzhi nodded. "You guessed right. The teeth of the Dragon Snow Tiger do have a chilling aura. Where were you injured?"
Qiao Wan said, "On my shoulder."
At that time, it pounced on her and bit her shoulder. She almost used all her strength to endure the intense pain and kicked it away, using her sword skills.
She didn't expect its teeth to be poisonous.
Qiao Wan didn't hesitate and immediately tore open her clothes, revealing her shoulder. Earlier, she hadn't noticed anything strange, but now, she saw that the two wounds had already turned dark around the edges.
Her actions may have seemed bold to the onlookers, but the others were too worried about Mu Xiaoxiao's condition to pay attention to her.
Only Pei Chunzheng glanced in her direction, his dark eyes appearing uncertain.
Gao Lanzhi stepped forward to examine her injuries. She let out a sigh amidst the gazes of everyone present. "Fortunately, fortunately. You don't need to worry. The poison on the creature's teeth is not strong."
After speaking, she turned to Zhou Yan and comforted him with a gentle tone, "Don't worry, Xiaoxiao is fine."
Zhou Yan's voice was heavy. "Then why is her face so pale?"
"The creature's nature is cold and evil. When it clashes with the hot poison, it becomes more severe. But this poison cannot harm one's life or foundation. As long as the two of them take the Blue Lotus Immortal Pill and circulate their energy, they will be able to dispel this evil qi."
The Blue Lotus Immortal Pill mentioned by Gao Lanzhi is made from the blue lotus grown in the Kunshan lotus pond. It is easily accessible and widely available.
Upon hearing Gao Lanzhi's words, Feng Wangyan's expression finally eased a little.
At this time, Pei Chunzheng picked up his sword and approached the bed. He glanced at Qiao Wan, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak. He then lowered his head to check on Mu Xiaoxiao's condition.
Gao Lanzhi continued, "In that case, the blood on you is useless."
Pei Chunzheng was concerned about Mu Xiaoxiao, so he asked with a frown, "Is there any other solution besides this?"
Gao Lanzhi said, "There is another way, but I thought it was too troublesome before and didn't mention it. Now I have to. In the Spring Grotto of Qize Mountain in South Huo State, there is an old friend of mine, Taoist Qingya. He is skilled in medicine. When Xiaoxiao wakes up, you can take her to Taoist Qingya. I will write a letter to him and when you meet him, he will naturally help her with her illness. With him there, Xiaoxiao shouldn't have any serious issues with this heat toxin."
Pei Chunzheng grasped his sword tightly and asked, "When will Xiaoxiao wake up?"
Gao Lanzhi reassured him, "It could be as short as two or three days, or as long as five or six days. During this time, there will be a real person and me taking care of her, so you don't have to worry. However..."
Gao Lanzhi looked at Feng Wangyan and said, "This immortal friend is of the fire element. It would be better for him to have less contact with her in these few days to avoid worsening the heat toxin."
Although Feng Wangyan was unwilling, he was ultimately concerned about Mu Xiaoxiao. He snorted coldly and didn't say anything else.
Zhou Yan said, "I will instruct someone to arrange a cave for you shortly. You can rest there for now."
Feng Wangyan didn't express any objections.
In this way, the matter was settled.
Feng Wangyan still wanted to go see Mu Xiaoxiao, but he didn't dare to get too close due to his phoenix fire. Zhou Yan noticed and called a young disciple to take him to the cave first.
Before leaving, Feng Wangyan looked at Zhou Yan with a solemn expression and said, "Take good care of Xiaoxiao. If anything happens to her, I won't let it go easily."
Zhou Yan furrowed his brow even more.
Gao Lanzhi was busy writing a letter to Taoist Qingya and took her leave.
Pei Chunzheng looked down at Mu Xiaoxiao, tightened his fingers, and didn't stay for long.
Now, there were only Zhou Yan and Qiao Wan left in the hall.
Qiao Wan was about to take her leave when she suddenly remembered the handkerchief in her sleeve.
Zhou Yan was exhausted, so he didn't have time to care about whether she wiped her forehead or not. He said, "I don't need this handkerchief. You can give it to your elder martial sister. She is currently suffering from heat toxin, and this handkerchief might be useful for her."
Qiao Wan clenched the handkerchief tightly, didn't answer, and after a while, she responded and walked to the bedside, placing the handkerchief by the pillow.
She had just suffered a severe injury, and she could see blood flowing from her nose, about to fall.
Zhou Yan flicked his fingertip, stopping the nosebleed from falling onto Mu Xiaoxiao's face. He then let it fall to the ground and turned to her, saying, "You can also leave. Remember to take care of your injuries when you go back."
Qiao Wan bowed and then left.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she left the side hall, a figure suddenly emerged from the darkness.
Qiao Wan saw that it was Pei Chunzheng.
The young man was clearly waiting for her. When he saw her coming out, he frowned and took out a bottle of elixir from his pocket, smashing it into her arms.
"Just now, I misunderstood you."
Pei Chunzheng paused and couldn't help but look at her cheeks, neck, and arms.
Although he was apologizing, the young boy's facial expression could not be considered kind.
"You hold onto this medicine."
After saying this, he quickened his pace and turned to leave, as if there was a monster chasing after him.
"Brother Pei."
Qiao Wan looked at the medicine bottle in her hand and called out to him.
The Hundred-Year Jade Milk from Shenglan Cave, Pei Chunzheng didn't mind it.
Pei Chunzheng stiffened slightly, turned around, and only showed half of his profile, "What else do you want?"
Qiao Wan lifted the medicine bottle and threw it back into his arms, "I don't want this medicine from you."
Pei Chunzheng accepted the medicine bottle subconsciously and frowned, "What do you mean by this?"
Qiao Wan shook her head earnestly, "No meaning, I just hope to hear a sincere apology from you rather than taking this medicine."
Pei Chunzheng froze, his face turning pale and then green, and then pale.
He was always proud, never bowing his head to anyone except Mu Xiaoxiao.
Qiao Wan looked at him calmly, "Brother Pei, asking for an apology shouldn't be too much."
The young boy became somewhat annoyed and his gaze turned cold. However, when he saw the bloodstains on the corners of the girl's lips and under her nose that she hadn't had a chance to wipe away, it felt like something was stuck in his throat.
In the end, he still had a cold face and coldly said a few words, "I was reckless just now, sorry."
Qiao Wan nodded, "That will do."
Without further ado, she turned and walked away.
Only Pei Chunzheng stood there, looking at Qiao Wan, then at the medicine bottle in his hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, the medicine bottle had cracked open with a loud sound, and the hundred-year Jade Milk mixed with blood dripped through his fingers.
Qiao Wan turned around gracefully, but suddenly felt a pain in her chest.
This sudden pain almost gave her away.
Stay calm, don't show weakness.
Pei Chunzheng, who still had concerns, was still looking at her. Qiao Wan frowned, straightened her back to maintain her aloof demeanor. She waited until she left Pei Chunzheng's line of sight before forcefully stopping her footsteps.
Her chest felt like it had been struck with a hammer, and her brow twitched. She didn't dare to waste time and quickly started to heal herself using her internal energy.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a young disciple in front of her, looking at her with concern.
"Martial Sister Qiao, are you okay?"
Qiao Wan recognized him, he was Xiao He, the disciple who usually served Zhou Yan. When he was five years old, he encountered a monster and was saved by Zhou Yan, who brought him back to the sect. Since then, he has been devoted to serving Yuqing Spiritual Master.
He didn't know what had just happened in the hall, but seeing Qiao Wan's injured appearance startled him. He hesitated to approach her until he saw a bit of color returning to her face, then he cautiously asked.
Xiao He was taking her to the cave to rest.
Following Zhou Yan's instructions, she would be staying on Yuqing Peak for the next few days and wouldn't have to go down the mountain anymore.
Xiao He brought her to a cave and saw that she looked a bit miserable. Relying on their bond as fellow disciples, he couldn't help but say, "Martial Sister Qiao, you should get some rest and stop exhausting yourself."
He really understands this elder martial sister well, there is no one else on Yuqing Peak who works as hard as her. If it weren't for Elder Martial Brother Lu Pihan occasionally helping her with a cold face, this elder martial sister would have exhausted herself sooner or later.
Qiao Wan appreciated Xiao He's kindness.
"I don't not want to sleep, you know my situation."
Xiao He thought about it and agreed.
This brings us to another issue with her physical condition.
In addition to not being able to retain spiritual energy, when she falls asleep, her consciousness can't help but wander and often ends up in other people's dreams.
This is another important reason why she doesn't want to sleep.
- Dream intrusion.
Dream intrusion, as the name suggests, means entering someone else's dream.
This is not a rare skill. In the world of cultivation, those who specialize in illusion techniques and other mental powers can invade others' dreams.
As long as their consciousness is strong enough, they can invade the other person's dream and completely expose their secrets.
However, Qiao Wan's situation is a bit special.
Unlike consciously entering someone's dream, when she enters a dream, she has no control over it.
Dreams are very personal, involving things like inner demons or certain unmentionable matters. If she accidentally stumbles upon them, it can be extremely awkward.
She would definitely be scolded.
Injuring consciousness is completely different from injuring the physical body. Over time, Qiao Wan consciously reduced her sleeping frequency.
Before, Qiao Wan didn't know why this was happening, but now that her memories have returned, she realizes it might be because she transmigrated and her soul probably hasn't fully integrated with this world yet. At night, she would come out for a stroll.
But these are all just her own speculations and there is not much basis for them.
Qiao Wan was exhausted at this moment and had no energy to socialize. After Xiao He left, she picked up a mirror and examined her injuries.
Feng Wangyan had been angry just now and his palm involuntarily had a layer of phoenix fire. She had five black fingerprints left on her neck from the burning.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Qiao Wan thought that this tattoo was quite trendy.
When her fingertips lightly touched the burnt flesh, it hurt and Qiao Wan resisted the urge to curse at Feng Wangyan.
The scars caused by the phoenix fire wouldn't fade away quickly, even with medicine.
Qiao Wan thought expressionlessly that it seemed like she would have to go out with this tattoo for a while. Revenge is a dish best served cold, one day she would taste what barbecued chicken wings are like.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Qiao Wan couldn't help but think about what Xiao He had just said.
Over the years, her experiences with dream intrusion haven't all been bad.
At least––
Qiao Wan got lost in thought for a moment.
Because of dream intrusion, she also met someone.
A Buddhist cultivator.
