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Wei Changxuan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and three streaks of sword light of different colors rose from the blade with a humming sound—crimson red like raging flames.
Frosty white like the cold moon, inky black like a deep abyss.
Senior, at the moment the sword intents clashed, I seemed to see another possibility for the way of the sword.
A fiery light shone in the boy's eyes; fierceness and gentleness were no longer seen as opposites.
Instead, they are like the yin and yang fish, mutually generating and restraining each other. However, this understanding is too profound and requires time to refine.
"Good, good!" Li Changsheng stroked his beard and laughed, his laughter startling the sleeping sparrows in the forest.
He raised his hand, unleashing a burst of azure light that guided Wei Changxuan's sword intent onto the right path:
The path of swordsmanship is like rowing against the current; finding opportunities amidst life and death is the true path.
The old man's expression suddenly turned solemn as he looked in the direction where Yu Shengmo had left.
As for Ye Dingzhi, a fragment of bronze appeared in his palm.
Dark red blood droplets seeped from its ancient patterns.
This child must have stumbled upon ancient secrets to have attracted the attention of so many forces.
However, I will be able to bring him back safely in three days.
Before she finished speaking, a delicate orchid fragrance wafted around her. Mu Nanzhi moved with light, graceful steps.
The white jade porcelain bottle in her hand emitted a warm glow, and the elixir inside shimmered with seven-colored light.
Senior Li, this Restoration Pill is made from nine kinds of rare and precious materials.
Infused with the ever-renewing power of the wood spirit, taking 753 doses will quickly nourish your essence.
When Li Changsheng took the pill, he noticed the medicine stains on the girl's sleeves and the burn marks on her knuckles.
A thought stirred within him: It's kind of Miss Mu to go to such lengths.
The elixir melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed through the meridians, and the dim blue light once again filled the body.
He looked up at the setting sun, the evening glow on the horizon like a burning flame.
The reappearance of this ancient bronze token has stirred up various factions.
Let's all go back and rest first. The days to come...
A chilling killing intent suddenly surged from Li Changsheng's body, foreshadowing a bloodbath.
Chapter 372 Princess Jing saves Ye Dingzhi!
The setting sun cast a dark red glow on the bluestone of the training ground.
The crowd gazed at the lingering sword intent on the horizon, their faces still showing shock.
Li Changsheng waved his sleeve, dispelling the last barrier. The golden cloud patterns on his black Daoist robe flickered in and out with the movement.
Everyone, disperse. We'll meet again here in three days.
Before he finished speaking, a chorus of responses rose from the crowd.
The disciples whispered among themselves as they left, their footsteps and chatter echoing in the empty space.
Ji Ruofeng clutched the yellowed ancient scroll tightly in his arms, his withered fingers trembling slightly with excitement.
The eyes of this all-knowing scholar from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion gleamed with fanaticism.
Gazing at the clouds torn apart by the departing Rain Demon, he muttered to himself:
Yu Shengmo confronts Li Changsheng, while newly recruited disciple Wei Changxuan breaks through to a higher realm.
If such a momentous event were recorded in the "Tianqi Baixiaolu", it would surely cause a huge uproar in the martial arts world!
He suddenly slapped his thigh, and almost bumped into the disciple behind him when he turned around. No, he had to go back quickly!
She lifted her clothes, trotted away on the broken ice, leaving only a trail of hurried footsteps.
The other side at this time.
Inside a residence!
The candlelight cast flickering shadows on the silk curtains, and Ye Dingzhi slowly opened his eyes amidst excruciating pain.
The scent of medicine mixed with the aroma of sandalwood wafted into his nostrils, and he instinctively wanted to get up.
The bandage wrapped around his chest suddenly tightened, causing excruciating pain at the broken bone.
A suppressed groan escaped his throat, and he realized that his whole body felt limp and he couldn't even move a finger.
"Don't move." A soft clinking sound of porcelain came from behind the screen, and a figure in moon-white stepped out gracefully.
Princess Jing held a celadon medicine bowl in her hand, and the begonia flowers embroidered with silver thread on her skirt trembled slightly with her steps, as if they were alive.
The pearl hairpin in her hair swayed gently, reflecting shimmering light in the candlelight.
Three ribs were broken, and bone fragments penetrated seven-tenths of the body. If it weren't for timely use of internal energy to protect the heart meridian...
She sat down by the bed, gently lifted Ye Dingzhi's chin with her slender hand, and brought the medicine bowl to his lips.
I'll drink this life-saving soup first.
The herbal decoction has a slightly bitter taste, but leaves a sweet aftertaste.
Ye Dingzhi looked at the woman's undisguised concern, swallowed the medicine with his Adam's apple bobbing.
Memories flooded back—three days earlier, he had been tracing clues about the ancient bronze token in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city.
But they had no idea they had stepped into a carefully laid trap.
The moment the arrow whistled through the air, he dodged to the side to avoid a fatal blow, but the poisoned arrow still pierced his shoulder blade.
Just as consciousness was about to fade, a figure in moon-white robes led guards through the encirclement.
That gentle yet firm voice still echoes in my ears: Hold on, I'll take you back.
Why did you save me? Ye Dingzhi asked hoarsely, which aggravated his wounds and caused him to cough again.
He looked at the medicine stains on the woman's temples, and suddenly noticed the faint burn marks on her fingertips. "You...are you injured?"
Princess Jing gently shook her head and wiped the medicine stains from the corner of his mouth with a silk handkerchief.
Take care of yourself first. The poison those men in black used was too potent; it took me ages to concoct an antidote.
She placed the empty bowl on the table; the candlelight cast a soft glow on her (Zhao Lihao's) profile.
The ancient bronze edict has far-reaching implications; you've probably gotten yourself into serious trouble this time.
Ye Dingzhi's back pressed against the soft cushion, cold sweat sliding down the back of his neck into the bandage.
The excruciating pain and the effects of the medication intertwined within my body, blurring the world before my eyes into a hazy patch of light.
Only the pearl hairpin in Princess Jing's hair stood out clearly in the moonlight.
The sparkle, like shattered diamonds, danced gently with her movements, as if the entire Milky Way had been adorned in her hair.
Chapter 373 The Secret of the Ancient Bronze Token!
No need for formalities. The Princess Consort's fingertips applied just the right amount of pressure.
She pressed his shoulders, which he had just propped up, back onto the brocade pillow.
The white sleeve slipped down half an inch, revealing a jade bracelet on her wrist, which made a clear, cool sound as it clattered together.
In a daze, Ye Dingzhi felt that the temperature was even more scorching than the thousand-year-old warm jade he treasured in his arms.
Even through the thin inner garment, it felt as if it could reach right to the heart.
A bronze candlestick on the table crackled and popped, casting a warm glow on the jade bottle she had taken out.
When the bottle was opened, the unique medicinal fragrance of snow ginseng mixed with the sweet scent of jade dew filled the air.
Princess Jing used a silver hairpin to pick up the ointment, her fingertips glistening with a frosty sheen.
This Snow Ginseng Jade 753 Dew Ointment requires the main ingredient of thousand-year-old snow ginseng from the Tianshan Mountains, combined with the tears of mermaids from the South China Sea, and is simmered for forty-nine days.
She suddenly chuckled softly, her eyes softening with tenderness. "To treat your injuries, we've used up most of the Wangfu Pharmacy's stock."
The moment the ointment touched his collarbone and the hideous wound, Ye Ding instinctively flinched.
The expected stinging pain did not come; instead, a cool sensation spread along the skin.
Princess Jing's fingertips, like a spring breeze, gently spread the ointment.
Every movement was imbued with the focused concentration unique to a healer: the ancient bronze token that fell from your arms that day...
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Dingzhi's muscles tensed instantly, and even his breath caught in his throat.
Noticing his stiffness, the woman continued her fingertips moving, but shifted her gaze from the wound to his face.
The candlelight flickered in her eyes, making them appear as if they were filled with two pools of spring water: Don't be nervous.
She wiped away the excess ointment with a handkerchief, and the jade bracelet on her wrist bumped against the jade bottle.
I've seen too many people with secrets in the Prince's Palace, but I have no intention of prying into them.
It was only known that the ancient decree involved the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, the Xuanming Sect, and even...
She lowered her voice, her eyelashes casting butterfly-wing-like shadows beneath her eyes, a secret pursuit even the current emperor was pursuing.
A night breeze suddenly lifted the gauze curtains, and her hair, as black as ink, fell down, inadvertently brushing against the back of Ye Dingzhi's hand.
The faint scent of jasmine mixed with the smell of medicine was even more intoxicating than the sea of jasmine flowers in the misty rain of Jiangnan in my memory.
"But you," she suddenly gave him a reproachful look, her fingertips lightly tapping his uninjured shoulder.
Knowing full well that the appearance of the ancient bronze token would bring calamity to the martial world, he still ventured into danger alone. If I hadn't happened to pass by that day...
This sentence carries three parts reproach and seven parts concern, like an elder scolding a reckless child.
As Ye Dingzhi gazed at the newly added silver strands at her temples, he suddenly recalled that his mother had the same look in her eyes before she passed away.
A sour feeling rose in his throat. He turned his face away to look at the cloud patterns on the top of the tent, only to hear his own hoarse voice: Some things... always have to be done by someone.
The candlelight flickered on the gilded beast-head candlestick, casting butterfly-wing-like shadows on the lowered eyelashes of the Princess Jing.
Ye Dingzhi gazed at the flickering shadow, and for a moment, he was transported back to the cold night at the Sword Pavilion—back then, his master always said he was too obsessed with practicing swordsmanship.
He was oblivious to the frost and snow covering the bluestone slabs, but those stern admonitions could not compare to the warm scolding of the woman before him.
"Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness." He swallowed hard, turning his eyes away; the wound on his collarbone still throbbed faintly.