Chapter 714: Chapter 367: The Jade Girl Awakens, Enemies Meet, Li Xian’s Deceit and Trickery (Part 2)
Immediately, he set out to save them. His hands lightly touched the silk cocoon, pressing down slowly. The cocoon was soft and offered no resistance. Through the silk, Li Xian’s hands reached the patient’s waist and then employed the "Ghost Hand Holding Soul."
This technique, even if the soul is scattered, can use the ghost hand to keep it. His hands penetrated the Netherworld, reaching directly to the soul. It can also be used for massage, acupuncture, and acupoint pressing, showing its efficacy in directly reaching the soul whenever this supreme skill is applied.
Li Xian suddenly thought: "With this ghost hand, if I were to massage someone’s acupoints using its soul-reaching effect, it would surely make them feel exceedingly comfortable."
Shaking off distracting thoughts, he earnestly searched for the acupoints, helping with massage to detoxify and awaken the soul. Indeed, it had an effect, as the patient seemed to be gradually waking up. But falling short by half a step, Li Xian did not force it, instead stopping and resting in the evening.
He was quite satisfied: "The Ghost Vein Four Absolutes are truly effective, such an encounter is really hard to predict." Seeing the sky gradually darken, he then again went out in the courtyard, let the wind blow.
He hummed songs leisurely, his fingers lightly tapping the handrail. Gazing at the splashing sunset, the water and sky blended as the setting sun slowly faded.
He noticed two fish in the lake, one red and one blue, frolicking and playing. The blue fish was particularly mischievous, deliberately irritating the red fish. When the red fish attempted to retaliate, the blue fish flicked its tail and darted away, hiding among the lotus flowers. The red fish chased fiercely but never caught it, frequently getting teased, feeling sulky, just as the blue fish swam back to console it.
Li Xian felt deeply moved, smiling knowingly, recalling his days at Cyan Ox Residence. He was even worse, more mischievous than the blue fish, inciting Nangong Liuli to feel both angry and annoyed, even to the point where her eyes reddened and tears welled up. Yet, he was better than the blue fish, as he could also make Nangong Liuli smile happily and rely on him greatly.
Even lake fish have affection. How could he be indifferent? Thinking of the day they parted, Nangong Liuli nearly sought death over him. Li Xian was immensely moved, deeply melancholic, and profoundly guilty: "What virtue or ability do I have, to make Sister Liuli so heartbroken, even to risking her life? She treats me wholeheartedly, yet...I feel undeserving. Had I known, you’d desire to die for me, I’d rather you see me as a Flower Thief."
Just as he was feeling heartbroken, suddenly a bird swooped in with sharp claws and a long beak, snatching the red fish. Li Xian seeing the object reminded of the person, unable to cease thinking of the twin fish, he immediately sent a palm wind, scaring the bird into the water, allowing the red and blue fish to escape far.
He then saw the bird struggling in the water. Li Xian laughed self-deprecatingly: "I can bully birds, but can I bully them? Besides, birds fishing for food, what’s wrong with that?"
Li Xian continued: "Birds are not wrong, yet are fish wrong? If one day the fish transforms into a dragon, using birds as food, it’s also not wrong. Judging by right and wrong, there is controversy everywhere. Judging by strength, everything is reasonable. I must diligently practice, enhancing my power!"
With a casual palm, the wind blew the bird onto a tree. Fuyou Residence slowly drifted away, Li Xian again drew out his gun, honing his Martial Arts till late night.
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For the next three days, Li Xian continuously used "Ghost Ear Listening to Illness" to assess the patient’s condition and "Ghost Hand Holding Soul" for massage and detoxification. The patient improved daily, becoming able to hear breathing sounds, showing signs of awakening.
Thus, he re-applied the ’Ghost Hand Holding Soul.’ A muffled sound was heard from within the cocoon, the heart slowly beat, ready to wake at any moment. It was midday, and Li Xian thought: "Waking at this moment is perfect for lunch."
He caught two more fish and cooked lunch in the kitchen. The kitchen was in the southeast of Fuyou Residence, ventilated on all sides, allowing views of the lake scenery through the wooden windows while cooking.
Li Xian added enough firewood, heating the oil and tossing in fresh grass carp and green fish. Just as Fuyou Residence floated into a lotus pond, Li Xian had a flash of inspiration. He unsheathed the Sinking River Sword, reached out of the window, and, with a flick at the lotus, sliced it into strips, adding them to the fish soup.
He quite enjoyed cooking by the lake, adapting ingredients to the location. With his exceptional Cooking Skill, he could make any peculiar ingredient expertly prepared, with full color, fragrance, and taste. It had the scorch of the pot, and the freshness of the lake.
Though he ate fish every day, he never grew tired of it. Su Fuyou had praised him greatly, showing Li Xian’s Cooking Skill was indeed outstanding. He worked quickly, soon finishing the cooking, and placed the numerous fresh dishes on the wooden table in the hall.
Suddenly, he heard a noise from the sickroom, a clear long whistle.
Li Xian laughed: "Awake at last?" Opening the door, he froze, cold sweat wildly pouring from his back, feeling bitter: "Why is Zhao Ranran here? I rid myself of her that day, thinking all was well. This woman clings like a ghost, actually staying hidden nearby. No wonder the master was teasing, telling me to heal her properly. How could he know my deep enmity with her! When we meet, it’s absolute chaos. Do you think your disciple’s life is too long? Had I known sooner, I’d have thrown her, cocoon and all, into the lake."
Fortunately, he was wearing a Hui Grass Mask, his clothing already changed, he took a half step back, using nearby objects to conceal his figure.
Zhao Ranran looked around bewildered, her face veiled, perfectly covering her visage, yet her attire remained unchanged. She asked: "Where is the Ghost Doctor? Who are you?"
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It turns out there is another mystery to this matter.
Back on that day Zhao Ranran fell into the water, Li Xian fled swiftly. After a brief rest, Zhao Ranran pursued in the direction Li Xian escaped. Yet the vast lake sometimes whipped by fierce winds, sometimes shrouded in thick fog, sometimes swept by raging waves, sometimes drenched in torrential rain. Zhao Ranran chased in the direction for several hours, never catching sight of him.
She then used the Sky-Gazing Disc to calculate, but the results were all unsatisfactory. Her breath quickened, full of rage, feeling wide awake, having only one thought in mind. By early the next morning, Zhao Ranran’s raft suddenly shattered beneath her.
She had traveled too fast over the lake, the raft worn down by the currents, unable to hold together. Helpless, she sought an island to stand firm.
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