Chapter 1152: Chapter 635: Chen Yi’s Ingenious Plan (Double Chapter) (2)
It was the silhouette of a woman, still maintaining her appearance and attire from life.
The fierce Sword Intent belonging to a fourth-rank master filled the air, murderous aura palpable. Even as a mere remnant of a soul, it was enough to make someone as ruthless as Wu Meng feel a chill in his heart.
"It’s done! Hahaha!" Wu Meng was ecstatic, almost insane, "A fourth-rank soul, heaven has helped me! Kill him! Kill that dog from the Prince Mansion chasing us!"
The woman stood there for a long while, then scratched her head, looking bewildered, "Who are you?"
Wu Meng was taken aback, his actions paused, noticing something was off, he asked back, "Who are you?"
"I’m Donggong Ruoshu."
......
Chen Yi moved swiftly through the forest, following the trail of blood.
He sensed the sudden burst of Primordial Qi waves ahead, furrowed his brow slightly, and quickened his pace.
With a few leaps, he reached the dark corner formed by the massive banyan trees.
He immediately saw Wu Meng leaning against the trunk, his face flickering with light, and the fresh bloodstains and eerie talisman remnants on the ground.
Then, his gaze froze.
"Is he the one you want me to help deal with?"
Donggong Ruoshu pointed forward, her eyes lit up.
Wu Meng’s face flickered with uncertainty. The soul summoned according to the words of divination, despite being fourth-rank in life, was not under the talisman’s control, and her mind was surprisingly clear, almost to the point of foolishness.
Not knowing how to interact with her, yet with foes arriving in front of him, Wu Meng nodded slightly.
"No need to deal with it." Donggong Ruoshu put her hands on her hips, "I’m well acquainted with him."
Wu Meng was stunned again, his whole being seemed to come to a halt at that moment.
He opened his mouth, looked at the terrifying aura of the female ghost, then at the slightly astonished master from the Prince Mansion, his mind went blank, leaving only an absurd thought roaring wildly, slipping out uncontrollably,
"You... you fucking... know him?! What the hell is this?!"
Donggong Ruoshu thought seriously for a moment, and earnestly replied:
"I don’t know."
Chen Yi snapped back to reality, looking at the familiar stupid girl in front of him, words stuck in his throat.
Wu Meng, on the brink of collapse.
The color drained completely from his face, his mind buzzing, Donggong Ruoshu’s "I’m well acquainted with him" and "I don’t know" were like two invisible heavy hammers, shattering his last shred of hope and reliance.
At this point...
"I... surrender..."
With a thud, Wu Meng dropped to his knees, a desperate surrender,
"Don’t kill me! I... I have worth! I... I’ll hand over the Holy Fire Order Fragment!"
With only his left hand remaining, he tremblingly, painstakingly reached into the inner layer of his bloodstained and muddy tattered robe, moving cautiously as if touching something extremely dangerous. After a moment of searching, he pulled out a flat object tightly wrapped in oilcloth, no larger than half a palm.
The oilcloth was also stained with dark red blood, looking filthy.
Wu Meng forcefully tossed it over.
Chen Yi didn’t pick it up immediately, only after confirming Wu Meng was no longer a threat did he take a step forward, gently flicking the oilcloth package into his hand.
Unexpectedly, there was an extra gain.
......
When Chen Yi’s figure appeared again, Liu Hanyan’s tense nerves relaxed, but then immediately tensed upon seeing the one-armed Wu Meng and the floating, semi-transparent woman behind him.
"Lord Chen!" Liu Hanyan instinctively drew Yue Tingyun closer in protection, glaring at Wu Meng with undisguised hatred and fear in her eyes.
Yue Tingyun forced his eyes open, seeing Wu Meng, his pupils shrank, struggling to sit up but was stopped by Chen Yi with a raised hand gesture.
"He’s temporarily harmless." Chen Yi said concisely, his gaze falling on the increasingly blackened palm print on Yue Tingyun’s shoulder, with the purple aura almost reaching the neck, "Wu Meng, take a look at his wound."
Wu Meng, intimidated by Chen Yi’s influence, dared not be negligent. Dragging his weakened body, he moved closer a few steps, staring intently at Yue Tingyun’s wound.
He extended his trembling left hand, and instead of touching it directly, he sensed it several inches away from the palm print.
Moments later, Wu Meng withdrew his hand and rasped, "It... it’s the most sinister force of the ’Mysterious Evil Black Poison Palm’ that has struck... provoking his own fierce Inner Strength to retaliate... internal and external assault... the poison has penetrated deep into the meridians, even... contaminating the heart vessels nearby..."
Liu Hanyan’s face turned ashen, her body slightly trembling.
Wu Meng took a breath and continued, "Ordinary antidote methods... are useless... this palm poison cannot be resolved by medicine and stone, it must... must be led by pure Yin Sha Inner Power, in coordination with... the unique ’Reverse Vein Guidance’ technique of the Divine Sect, forcibly channeling back the retaliated Inner Strength within him, while... extracting that sinister palm force little by little as if peeling a cocoon... the process is extremely perilous, any slight mishap... both could perish..."
He paused, glanced at Chen Yi’s expression, then quickly added, "However... this lord’s Inner Strength is far more profound than ordinary people... his will is also incredibly tenacious... remarkably able to suppress the poison’s backlash for so long... if it were someone else... they would have... already exploded and died... this... this can be considered... a bit of fortune amidst misfortune..."
These words carried some sincerity, Yue Tingyun’s ability to hold on until now was truly a testament to his resilience.
"Then... then can you heal him?" Liu Hanyan asked with a tearful tone, urgently looking at Wu Meng, and with a hint of plea, looking at Chen Yi.
Wu Meng showed a difficult expression, initially wanting to act self-important, but seeing Chen Yi’s scoff, he quickly nodded, "Yes."
"Then heal him." Chen Yi said.
With that, Wu Meng no longer hesitated, sat cross-legged behind Yue Tingyun, and pressed his two palms on the vital acupuncture points on Yue Tingyun’s back, a stream of pure and incredibly profound Inner Strength slowly infused into Yue Tingyun’s body, gradually dividing and dissolving the Mysterious Evil Palm force within.
Yue Tingyun’s tightly furrowed brow seemed to unfurl slightly, his expression of pain slightly eased.
The one who ties a knot must untie it.
Seeing this, Liu Hanyan’s taut nerves finally relaxed completely, she fell to her knees in front of Chen Yi with a thud, tears streaming down:
"Lord Chen, your immense kindness! Liu Hanyan will never forget it! If not for your timely arrival... my husband and I... would have certainly died today! This kindness and virtue, I, Liu Hanyan, am willing to repay a thousand times over as a token of gratitude!"
Though Yue Tingyun was too weak to speak, he laboriously moved his lips, silently uttering two words: "Thank you."
Chen Yi merely nodded slightly, speaking deeply, "Just doing my duty, no need for excessive gratitude. Keep an eye on him, as well as this elder of the Demon Sect."
With that, he gestured for Donggong Ruoshu to come over.
Confused, Donggong Ruoshu floated over.
"Why are you here?"
Upon finding a vacant spot, Chen Yi asked directly.
"Me? I don’t know." Donggong Ruoshu paused, then after some thought, replied, "A vortex inexplicably appeared, I curiously took a look inside, and I came down from the mountain."
Chen Yi sighed helplessly; as the saying goes, three days apart, one should view others with new eyes. It had been more than ten days since he last saw her, yet Miss Donggong remained the same.
Passing by Gaoliang Mountain this time, he wasn’t entirely unprepared to encounter Great Yin and her, but it was this stupid girl indeed, she always left him helpless, and the timing was too coincidental, it was unavoidable.
"What have you been up to all this time?" Donggong Ruoshu asked, moving closer.
"I was working for the Prince Mansion, wanting to take you over, but now isn’t the time."
If possible, Chen Yi didn’t want to leave the three women on the mountain. Currently, Qin Qingluo was merely reluctantly accepting his presence; their relationship was too fragile to withstand turbulence. Bringing the three women over at this point to rile up the Princess would result in chaos, and being kicked out wouldn’t be the worst outcome.
Moreover, if he truly brought them in, Lin Wanxiao could suppress the situation, and Donggong Ruoshu could give orders and reason, but Great Yin, who always employs vague strategies, certainly wouldn’t stay put, setting the stage for confrontation with Qin Qingluo.
When he can bring the three women into the Prince Mansion, the path is long and arduous; rather than struggle over this, he should first think about how to make Qin Yue recognize him.
Chen Yi fell into contemplation.
This two-year-old was neither too young to distinguish right from wrong, nor too old to have a fixed mindset. Her reluctance to recognize him was not solely due to unfamiliarity, moreover, was due to the fear and loathing towards him as a sudden intruder.
She saw him as an enemy.
What was the solution now, how to make her like him, how to dispel her loathing?
Just when he was at a loss.
Donggong Ruoshu leaned in to look directly at Chen Yi, seemingly wanting to know what he was thinking.
Facing her ethereal presence, Chen Yi suddenly had an inspiration,
"Miss Donggong, can you disguise as a ghost?"
How does it matter if she sees him as an enemy?
Find a greater enemy, that’s all.
