Chapter 672: Chapter 671: Severely Wounded and Asleep
At that moment, Fu Hu sneered and suddenly produced a dagger from his left hand. Ye Fan had assumed he was the target, but unexpectedly, Fu Hu charged toward Huang Ji.
"How dare you!" Huang Ji roared.
"Hahaha! If I kill you before you can activate the shackles, I’ll be free! I want you despicable pair dead! I am the one true genius of the Divine Domain!" Fu Hu lunged ferociously at Huang Ji, his dagger aimed to kill.
A look of despair crossed Huang Ji’s face. Indeed, Fu Hu was not someone easily controlled. Judging by his actions, the dagger in his hand was laced with a deadly poison; a single stab would mean certain death. Regrettably, she couldn’t free her hands to block the venomous weapon.
At this critical moment, Ye Fan suddenly stepped in front of Huang Ji. The dagger pierced his body, and in the same instant, he decapitated Fu Hu. With his left hand now undefended, Huang Ji’s sleeve sword, carried by its momentum, pierced through his body.
Time seemed to stand still, as if every outcome was about to be rewritten.
Ye Fan collapsed, falling onto Huang Ji.
Huang Ji pulled out the poisoned dagger. Tears streamed down her face as she pressed her hands to his wound, her voice choked with sorrow. "Why?"
"I’ve repaid my debt to you," Ye Fan answered weakly. With great effort, he closed his eyes.
Fu Hu’s headless corpse collapsed to the ground. It wouldn’t be long before he became just another set of bones among the many scattered here.
"AH!"
A lone woman’s despairing shriek echoed across the desolate ground. The man in her arms had fallen into a deep slumber, his fate unknown.
Her love had curdled into hate, but only now did she realize that in the end, the person she truly hated was herself.
...
Where am I?
Ye Fan was shocked. He found himself standing on the clouds in a place where day and night were indistinguishable. His body was feather-light, so much so that a simple gust of wind could have made him float away. He was startled. All he remembered was blocking Fu Hu’s vicious poisoned blade, only to be pierced from behind by Huang Ji’s sword.
Why am I completely unharmed and standing here now? He could hardly believe it.
Just then, a massive palace materialized above the clouds. The words ’Holy Clan’ were inscribed upon it, bold and imposing, as if they represented the eternal, supreme authority over all existence. The sight was so majestic and powerful that it was chilling. This was the Holy Clan, the very symbol of power, capable of dominating everything.
Who am I? Is this Heaven? Ye Fan wondered.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed from the palace, and a voice emanated from within it.
"Young Master of the Holy Clan, welcome home."
"What?" Ye Fan was stunned. Why is this voice calling me the Young Master of the Holy Clan? Could I really be him? The revelation left him at a complete loss.
The voice spoke again. "What’s the matter? Been away so long you no longer recognize your own home?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Ye Fan immediately replied.
"You may not understand now," the voice said, "but you will in time. Go! In a future time, we shall meet again!"
Instantly, Ye Fan felt himself being blown away. He lost his memories and then fell into an endless slumber.
Ye Fan’s eyes shot open. He found himself lying in a familiar environment. It was so familiar that when he looked around, he realized—wasn’t this his own bamboo hut? Why am I lying here? He tried to move but discovered the pain from the two wounds on his body was too intense, forcing him to lie back down. What happened? Was seeing the Holy Clan just a dream? Ye Fan asked himself again and again.
Finally, the small door opened, and a breathtakingly beautiful woman walked in. It was Huang Ji. When she saw Ye Fan was awake, a delighted smile blossomed on her face. It was the first time Ye Fan had ever seen her smile. It was so stunningly beautiful, like a fairy’s. Of course, Huang Ji was one of the few women in the Divine Domain who could be called such.
"You’re awake! You’re finally awake," Huang Ji said joyfully.
"Did I sleep for a long time?" Ye Fan asked.
"You slept for an entire year," she told him.
Ye Fan was speechless. Wasn’t it just a dream? A dream that lasted a year? That’s far too long!
Just then, Huang Ji set down a bamboo basket and gently wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. Ye Fan felt a little unaccustomed to her touch. Perhaps the kindness of a beautiful woman was the most difficult thing to accept.
"Do you know?" she said to him. "I cried countless times, I blamed myself countless times. Now that you’ve finally woken up, I can be at ease."
Ye Fan asked, "You’ve been taking care of me this whole year? Taking care of everything?"
"Yes," Huang Ji nodded shyly. After all, she had to wash his body every two days. She wasn’t used to it at first, but she grew accustomed to it over time.
Ye Fan felt very awkward. It seemed he had been taken advantage of—Huang Ji had seen everything.
"Thank you," Ye Fan said.
"There’s no need for such formalities between us," Huang Ji replied immediately.
Ye Fan then asked, "What happened that day? I just remember a bone-piercing pain, and then the venom sweeping through my entire body—" He knew nothing of what came after.
Huang Ji explained, "That day, the poison spread throughout your body, and my sword also dealt you a fatal wound. At that moment, I was prepared to take my own life. But unexpectedly, you were incredibly resilient, clinging to a single thread of life. I gathered detoxifying Spiritual Medicine every day and fed it to you, and gradually, the poison was purged from your system."
"There is a power within your body that resisted the venom," she added.
Ye Fan finally began to understand. In his mind, it had to be the effect of either his Ancestor Realm Bloodline or the Divine Talisman. He had seen the Holy Clan... perhaps the Divine Talisman had saved him? Or maybe the Holy Clan itself had saved him? Either way, he had woken up in a complete daze.
"I’ll go get some warm water to wash you! You haven’t bathed in several days." Huang Ji hurried out, afraid Ye Fan would see the tears welling in her eyes. From the moment he had blocked that attack for her, she had abandoned everything else. She just wanted to be with Ye Fan, even if they were martial artists who practiced opposing paths. The so-called Righteous Divine Lineage and the Evil Divine Lineage—in her eyes, none of it truly mattered anymore.
Ye Fan tried to recall his conversation with the golden light, but unfortunately, he couldn’t remember much. Perhaps this was simply fate.
About an hour later, Huang Ji returned. She immediately began to undo Ye Fan’s clothes.
"What are you doing?" Ye Fan asked, alarmed.
"I’m helping you wash," Huang Ji replied simply.
"Th-that’s okay, I’ll do it myself!" Ye Fan really wasn’t used to this. It was one thing when he was unconscious, but he was wide awake now! He considered himself a rather conservative man.
But Huang Ji said, "It’s been a year. I’ve gotten over it. What is there for you to be shy about?" She then forcefully undid his clothes and began to wash his body.
In truth, Ye Fan felt helpless. It wasn’t that he was truly opposed to the idea. Rather, as a normal man, how could he not have certain thoughts when a peerless beauty was washing him? He was certainly having them now, and being wide awake was not like being asleep. He felt incredibly awkward and blushed, because he was losing control of his body’s natural reaction...
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