Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“No, I’ve just killed someone and smell all bloody. I have to take a bath with Huang’er.”
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Before she even responded, Di Lingtian carried her into the bathtub.
How could anyone be this shameless!?
Jun Mohuang was about to retaliate when she felt a wave of sharp pain. It felt like 1,000 needles pricking her all at once, and also 1,000 bombs going off inside her.
The medicine had entered her body through her pores, and was being transported through her meridians. The green liquid practically “minced” her meridians up before reshaping them.
Rather than considering this restoration, it was more appropriate to say that her meridians were completely and utterly destroyed before being reconstructed from scratch.
With hundreds of meridians being crushed, any ordinary person would have passed out from the pain, but Jun Mohuang was still conscious and clenching her jaw through the pain.
Beads of cold sweat began appearing on her forehead.
“What exactly did you do?!”
Her intuition with regards to the effectiveness of medicine had never gone wrong. The essence of the crystal with that of the medicinal herbs were for restoration, not reconstruction!
The only explanation was that Di Lingtian had done something to it.
She forced herself to look down and saw that he had placed a hand on her abdomen. There was a white glow glinting.
“Huang’er, I won’t hurt you. Hang in there and don’t close your eyes. I’ll explain it to you later.”
Di Lingtian had one arm around her, and his pained expression was evident even with his bloodshot eyes.
If possible, he would rather bear the pain on her behalf.
Ugh, he should’ve just told her!
Jun Mohuang was in so much pain she did not have any energy to talk anymore.
The pain was so intense she bit Di Lingtian on his arm in a bid to feel better.
Two hours later, the liquid in the tub slowly lost its color. Jun Mohuang’s meridians and abdominal area were fully reconstructed.
Di Lingtian patted her on the back gently. “Huang’er, it’s done now. You can go to sleep.”
Jun Mohuang had pushed through with all her willpower, and was completely drained by now. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She was simply exhausted.
Di Lingtian slowly and gently unclenched Jun Mohuang’s right fist. In the middle of her fair, tender palm was the mark of a phoenix.
The black phoenix seemed elegant with its wings spread wide and nine plumes on its tail. The only imperfection was that eight of the nine plumes were neatly broken, and there was an agonized expression in its eyes.
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If Jun Mohuang had been awake now, she’d surely have noticed that the phoenix mark on her palm was very similar to that of the Huangyu jade.
The only difference was that the Huangyu jade phoenix had all nine plumes broken.
Di Lingtian traced that phoenix on her palm gently, and the mark disappeared.
His handsome face was solemn. It was only the first time, and the mark had already made its appearance. From this point on, the issues presented would only get larger, and this surely would not serve Huang’er well.
He carried her out of the bathtub, and used his power to dry her soaked clothes and hair.
At the moment that Di Lingtian removed the phoenix mark from Jun Mohuang’s palm, something went on at the peak of a mountain thousands of miles from Huan City.
“Dong, dong, dong…” The sound of a grandfather’s clock rang out.
“Hurry, the clock has sounded.”
“Gosh, it’s sounded seven times, and it hasn’t stopped yet. It must be a seven-star expert at least!”
“Let’s go take a look. I wonder which country this person is from!”
