“Shen Queshan? Eldest Senior Brother?”
Song Yao’s gaze turned cold as she pressed, “He’s inside the demon realm?”
The Fifth Elder reached out toward her, appearing as if she had something to say, but in the next instant, her eyes rolled back. She slumped back onto the bed, her hand still deathly gripped around Huai An’s arm.
Song Yao’s brow furrowed. Without a second thought, she reached out to pinch the woman’s philtrum, but she couldn’t wake her. Huai An stopped her, speaking through gritted teeth. “Wait, wait! Stop pinching! Demon toxin isn’t that easy to clear. Your Fifth Elder just had a seizure. Don’t force her awake; let her rest for a while.”
Song Yao had no choice but to let go. She pressed down on the Fifth Elder’s wrist bone, finally rescuing Huai An’s arm.
Huai An hissed, drawing several sharp breaths. He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a terrifying, purplish-blue five-finger bruise on his arm.
Not only that, but the flesh was slightly distorted, as if the bone beneath had been fractured.
“The Fifth Elder is a body cultivator; her grip is naturally a bit strong.”
Song Yao couldn’t help herself and poked the injury twice. “Does it hurt a lot?”
He had been holding it in, but after her pokes, cold sweat broke out on Huai An’s forehead. He scrambled away to the table and took out two ceramic jars to treat himself.
Handling it was difficult with one hand. He turned to see Song Yao standing there with her head bowed. Assuming she was a bit shaken, he softened his voice as much as possible. “Little Daoist Lin, could you give me a hand?”
Song Yao was currently focusing her mind, trying to discern which demon had caused the toxin inside the Fifth Elder. She was unsuccessful and walked over to Huai An.
Seeing his face pale with pain and his lips devoid of color—a perfectly fine young master from a wealthy family reduced to such a state—she felt a twinge of guilt.
She had snatched the pills from him, and she was the one who made him help feed them to the patient.
It truly wasn't right to let him suffer for nothing.
She pursed her lips in thought for a moment and asked, “What is your current cultivation level?”
Before Huai An could answer, she frowned. “Never mind.”
She raised her hand and delivered a chop, knocking the man unconscious. Song Yao then crouched beside him, fed him two Qi-Replenishing Pills, and pressed her hand against his chest to help neutralize any side effects.
Once the pills took effect, she grabbed the ointment from the table and smeared it all over his injured arm.
The Qi-Replenishing Pills were highly effective, and the ointment was no less potent.
The injury healed at a rate visible to the naked eye. Before long, the handprint on his skin vanished without a trace.
After thinking it over, Song Yao stuffed a few Qi-Replenishing Pills into the Fifth Elder as well.
In a rare moment of conscience, she also neutralized all the side effects for the Fifth Elder, sparing her from having to get up and go on a rampage while still injured.
If the elder accidentally jumped off the spirit vessel, no one would be able to stop her.
By the time she finished all this, Song Yao’s energy was completely spent. She dragged her feet back to her room, leaned against the soft couch, and toyed with a jade token in her hand.
After a moment’s thought, she crushed the jade token.
The moment it hit the floor, a tall, slender figure quietly appeared in the room.
Fusheng’s gaze swept indifferently around the room. When he saw Song Yao lying lazily on the couch, his slightly furrowed brow relaxed. The spiritual energy swirling in his palm dissipated as he walked slowly toward her.
His voice was gentle, carrying a hint of helplessness. “Didn’t I say to use the jade token only if you encountered danger? Yao'ao, I cannot leave Mingjing Peak for too long.”
Song Yao looked up at him and asked back with a straight face, “Who said I didn't encounter danger?”
Fusheng lightly massaged his brow, coaxing her to speak with good-natured patience. “What danger did you encounter?”
Song Yao: “I’m thirsty.”
Fusheng paused, glancing at the table beside the couch where she lay.
A pot of hot tea had already been warmed on it. It was within arm's reach; she could have reached it just by stretching out her hand.
Whatever.
At least she was willing to use her jade token.
As for when she used it or what she used it for, it didn't matter.
He took the teapot, poured half a cup of hot tea, and handed it to the person on the soft couch. “Sit up and drink.”
Song Yao didn't want to move. She remained leaning lazily against the edge of the couch and reached out to take the teacup. From that position, she took a shallow sip of tea and handed it back. “It doesn't taste good.”
Her head drooped, her face expressionless.
For her to act so nonsensically, acting spoiled and throwing a tantrum, she must be in a bad mood.
Fusheng glanced at the situation outside.
They weren't far from the Nine Saints Hall now. Delaying for a short while shouldn't be a big problem.
He lightly performed a hand seal, urging his spiritual energy to increase the speed of the spirit vessel by a few more degrees. Then, he tried to negotiate with her. “Shall I brew a new pot for you?”
Song Yao thought for a while before saying, “Okay.”
She then added, “I want the most expensive tea leaves.”
Fusheng chuckled. “Alright.”
He walked slowly to the tea table on the side and sat down. He took out an unused set of tea implements, neatly arranging the jade teacups and silver teaspoons.
He then patiently rinsed them with boiling water and added the leaves to release their fragrance. The entire process was calm and leisurely, performed in an orderly fashion as he quietly brewed the new tea.
Song Yao watched him from the soft couch, her hair hanging down messily as she lay upside down. Her eyes were misty, and it was unclear what she was thinking.
After watching for a while, she stretched and asked, “Is it the most expensive tea?”
“Thirty thousand spirit stones for a single tael. It comes from the Medicine King Valley.”
He placed the brewed tea on the stove to keep it warm. His fair, slender hand held a porcelain spoon as he added several pieces of rock sugar into the pot. Only after the sugar had melted did he pour it into a cup, walking over to hand it to her. “Is it worthy enough for our Yao'ao to grace it with a taste?”
Song Yao sat up, took it, and drained it in one gulp. She nodded. “Not bad.”
Fusheng couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile again.
This child was very picky about alcohol, but she wasn't used to drinking tea.
No matter the price or type of tea, if it had rock sugar and a sweet taste, it was good tea. As for everything else, she dismissed it all as rotten leaves.
He refilled her cup and watched her drink with downcast eyes, his tone gentle and comforting. “No need to worry. The Fifth Elder will be fine.”
Song Yao shot him a sideways glance.
Did he think she was worried about the Fifth Elder?
The Fifth Elder had taken Mingdan Pavilion’s medicine and her own medicine. She would be fully recovered in a few days; nothing would happen to her.
She handed the cup back. “The Fifth Elder just woke up. She said she saw your most precious eldest disciple in the demon realm.”
Fusheng froze. “Queshan?”
Song Yao nodded and jerked her chin toward the next room. “Aren't you going to go ask the Fifth Elder what happened?”
Seeing her calm and indifferent expression, Fusheng roughly understood where her abnormal behavior today had come from.
The young girl was worried about someone but refused to say it, insisting that he be the one to ask.
He sat back at the tea table and said slowly, “Back then, when news of your death reached us, your Eldest Senior Brother went to the Earth Realm alone. There has been no news since. Perhaps he met with an accident just like you did. Now that the Fifth Elder has seen him, it means he is still alive, which is good news.”
Song Yao blinked, not understanding.
She didn't understand why Shen Queshan would go to the Earth Realm upon hearing news of her death, nor did she understand why Fusheng was so calm.
She frowned and asked, “Don't you like him the most? Why don't you go find him?”
Fusheng: “...”
He didn't know how she had arrived at the conclusion that he liked Shen Queshan the most. He sighed. “Yao'ao, I cannot leave the Tianshu Realm.”
Song Yao thought about it, and realized it made sense.
At that time, the three major sects were in a state of mutual check and balance. If any powerhouse from a sect left the Tianshu Realm, they would be secretly sabotaged by the other sects.
Even if he wanted to find someone, he was likely powerless to do so.
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