Star Martial Soaring Cloud

After Wang Xiao left, Su Qinhe sat upright on a futon and meditated to recuperate, slowly expelling the remaining demonic energy from her body with her own vital energy.

The Tianyi Sect's techniques are extremely strange. To expel this invading evil energy, if one wants to rely on external force, one must disperse it the instant one strikes; otherwise, it will only make matters worse.

No one on the Demon Island can do this yet.

Therefore, Su Qinhe could only rely on herself.

This is also why the Tianyi Sect is so difficult to deal with—once a cultivator is invaded by their evil energy, they will lose their fighting ability in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Wang Xiao arrived in time, and the invading demonic energy was suppressed in time. In another day or two, Su Qinhe will be able to recover completely.

For her, the most important thing right now is to regain her strength.

Time is a strange thing, especially for those who wait alone.

As time goes by, thoughts will inevitably wander, but when time truly passes, it will smooth everything over, leaving only the timeless essence.

An hour passed, and Su Qinhe's heart began to stir.

"Brother Wang, have you gone too far?"

"Wait a little longer, he should be back soon."

Half a day passed, and Su Qinhe would stop after each cycle of her internal energy cultivation and glance at the bell in her hand.

"Is my brother in trouble?"

"Could he be surrounded by the Tianyi Sect?"

"No... With your strength, Brother Wang, it shouldn't be like that..."

One thought after another popped uncontrollably into my mind.

Even though she knew Wang Xiao wouldn't leave without saying goodbye, she still couldn't help but have that thought.

The thought had barely formed in her mind when she immediately cursed herself for making wild guesses.

The moment the rain started falling, Su Qinhe could no longer calm down and heal her wounds.

With a flick of her fingertips, she had already reached the cave entrance, her gaze fixed on the blurry forest deep within the rain curtain, the mother bell in her hand burning hot.

The wind and rain, carrying a damp chill, swept over her, soaking the hem of her clothes.

Feeling a slight chill, she then formed a faint protective aura around herself, shielding her from the wind and rain.

The seriousness and urgency in his eyes grew stronger with time, only the warm light of the glass lamp falling on his profile slightly diluting the anxiety between his brows.

"Brother Wang's cultivation is profound, and he acts with caution; he will surely be alright..."

She murmured to herself, as if trying to comfort herself, but the knuckles of her hand, which was gripping the mother bell tightly, had turned white from the force.

The rain showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, it intensified.

Large raindrops pounded on the rocks, splashing up countless droplets. The only sounds in the world were the noisy rain and the occasional pale flash of lightning that pierced the sky.

Su Qinhe's heart, like the rain, sank deeper and deeper.

As the Holy Maiden of Fengyuxuan, she had never cared for anyone so much.

But at this moment, all she wanted was to see that familiar figure emerge from the rain.

"Boom—"

Another thunderclap boomed, and a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the entire mountain forest.

In the instant the lightning flashed, Su Qinhe's pupils suddenly contracted—

A blurry figure stumbled out of the rain, then fell heavily to the ground and never got up again.

That figure, that silhouette, that aura…

"Brother Wang!"

Su Qinhe exclaimed in surprise, no longer caring about her composure, and rushed into the rain.

When she ran up to him and saw his face clearly, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and even her breath caught in her throat.

Wang Xiao was lying motionless in the mud, soaked to the bone.

Rain pelted his body, mingling with blood as it trickled down his clothes, forming a shocking pool of red beneath him.

His clothes were tattered and covered with sword marks, each one revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound. Blood continued to seep out, but the rain washed it away, making it appear even more gruesome and terrifying.

"Brother! Brother!"

Su Qinhe quickly squatted down and carefully turned Wang Xiao over.

His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his face was full of pain, his lips were bloodless, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth.

The most shocking wound was on his chest, a long sword mark extending from his collarbone to his waist and abdomen, the flesh torn open, revealing the pale white ribs.

There was almost no intact skin on his arms, abdomen, and thighs.

The wounds still retained a faint chill, with eerie white marks around their edges.

"Wang Xiao!" Su Qinhe's voice was filled with barely concealed urgency.

Her fingertips deftly probed Wang Xiao's carotid artery, and upon touching the faint but not broken pulse, her tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

"Still alive...still alive..."

Su Qinhe murmured to herself, as if trying to comfort herself.

Without daring to delay, she condensed a wisp of energy at her fingertips to support Wang Xiao's body, gently lifted him up, and steadily carried him into the cave.

Su Qinhe gently placed Wang Xiao on the stone bed, and with a flick of her finger, a brown pill with a faint medicinal fragrance landed in her palm—it was the Righteous Qi Pill from the Haoqi Pavilion.

The Righteous Qi Pill is a renowned healing medicine throughout China. Regardless of whether the injury is internal or external, one pill can quickly nourish the meridians, replenish vital energy, and dispel evil spirits.

Due to its remarkable efficacy, it has become an essential elixir for cultivators throughout the Nine Provinces.

Su Qinhe carefully lifted Wang Xiao's head, pried open his tightly pursed lips, and prepared to feed him the Zhengqi Pill.

Wang Xiao was already unconscious, her jaw clenched and her throat stiff. No matter how hard she tried, the pills could not be swallowed and instead kept slipping from the corners of her mouth.

Seeing Wang Xiao's unresponsive appearance, Su Qinhe's anxiety intensified.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and glanced at the wooden cup filled with water beside her. Suddenly, an idea came to her.

She picked up the wooden cup, placed the Qi-Boosting Pill into the water, and gently stirred the water with a wisp of gentle Qi gathered at her fingertips.

A moment later, the Zhengqi Pill completely melted, turning into a bowl of medicinal liquid with a faint glow, and the aroma of the medicine became even stronger.

She lifted Wang Xiao's head again, brought the wooden cup to his lips, and carefully fed it to him.

Wang Xiao still didn't swallow at all; the medicine just spilled out of the corner of his mouth as soon as it entered his mouth, and only a few drops were fed in.

Seeing this scene, Su Qinhe's eyes reddened slightly with anxiety.

She knew that Wang Xiao was seriously injured and exhausted. If he could not take the Qi-Boosting Pill in time, he probably wouldn't last long.

Looking at Wang Xiao's pale face and feeling his weak breathing, Su Qinhe made a tough decision, which made her feel incredibly ashamed, but her actions were decisive and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

She picked up the wooden cup, tilted her head back, and held the medicine in her mouth.

The medicine was slightly bitter and had a faint astringent taste, but she didn't care at all.

She bent down, gently pinched Wang Xiao's chin open with one hand, and placed the other hand on his throat, guiding his swallowing motion with a slight pressure from her fingertips.

Then, she lowered her head and gently placed her lips on Wang Xiao's lips.

The moment their lips touched, Su Qinhe froze, her cheeks flushing crimson, burning hot as if they could bleed.

A strange, warm sensation came over her, causing her heart to race to its limit. All she could hear was the frantic pounding of her heart, and her breathing became rapid.