There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Even their clumsy manner is quite adorable.

Anyway, he's tough and thick-skinned, not as fragile as Hu Meier worried, so it's no problem for him to be tormented a bit more.

However, I don't know how long it will take for my injuries to fully heal.

As night deepened, under Jiang Mo's persuasion, Hu Meier, who had been barely holding on, finally succumbed to the day's events and exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep leaning against a rock.

She still held Jiang Mo tightly in her arms, refusing to let go.

He reached out and grabbed the little white dog that was sleeping soundly beside him, ignoring its protests as it bared its teeth and claws. Jiang Mo placed the furry creature on Hu Meier's body, then grabbed its fluffy fox tail and wrapped it around her slender neck.

This is to slightly ward off the chill of the night.

The pampered Hu Meier was quite different from him; she had never experienced such a rough, wandering life. If she wasn't careful, she might catch a cold.

If one of them gets injured or falls ill, we can't rely on Xiaobai to do everything.

We still need to find a way to get out of this desolate wilderness as soon as possible and return to a populated area.

With these thoughts in mind, Jiang Mo gradually entered a meditative state.

Chapter 89 You're trying to seduce the fish.

Between life and death, there is great terror, but also great opportunity.

This saying is widely circulated among martial arts practitioners and is also an excuse that various schools of thought often used when sending their disciples into the world for training.

This may not sound pleasant, but it's the absolute truth.

Throughout history, those who have continuously improved their skills in martial arts and honed their skills to the limit have all honed themselves through countless hardships.

And who hasn't teetered between life and death?

A peaceful life with smooth sailing may be what ordinary people pursue, but for those who want to continuously climb the ladder of martial arts, it often only wears down their spirit.

Let that gentle embrace of pleasure ruin a hero's ambition.

Although Jiang Mo believed that it was human nature for gentlemen to be attracted to beautiful women, he had to admit that after infiltrating Huoyu Manor and working under Hu Meier, he had not made any significant breakthroughs in his martial arts skills.

On the one hand, it is because Jiang Mo has not long since broken through to the first-class level of the martial arts world, and is still in the process of consolidating his foundation and accumulating experience.

On the other hand, it was also related to the fact that Hu Meier had taken up a lot of his energy.

Today, having witnessed the battle between the divine bird Azure Phoenix and the Black Feathered Phoenix, and even being captured by the latter and soared through the heavens, Jiang Mo ended up covered in wounds, but he also gained a lot of insights.

He gained a deeper understanding of the meaning of "riding the wind".

Especially the gentle breeze that the blue phoenix brought to help him during the critical moment of his rapid descent still seems to linger in Jiang Mo's heart.

It made him feel increasingly light.

The subtle feeling allowed Jiang Mo to grasp a profound sense of mystery, which made him continue to ponder deeply, even with his heavily injured and exhausted body.

The wind comes and goes without a trace, ever-changing and unpredictable.

Those who ride the wind can soar high into the heavens. Those who go against the wind, however, struggle to move forward.

The tides of the times, the grand trends of the universe—nothing could be more true than this…

As if sensing something, Jiang Mo subconsciously wanted to activate his cultivation technique to verify the conjecture that had arisen in his mind.

However, his internal energy had barely stirred, and before it had even circulated half a cycle, the stinging pains emanating from all over his body forced Jiang Mo to stop circulating his energy. Given his current physical condition, he was only suited to rest and recuperate, and should not recklessly use his internal energy.

A body that hasn't fully healed from its injuries can't withstand further strain.

Helpless, Jiang Mo had no choice but to stop his cultivation, but he did not immediately break out of his meditative state. Instead, he began to more carefully sense the condition inside his body.

Like peeling back layers of a cocoon, we finally found that light and agile power.

You can feel a familiar warmth and gentleness from it. Even though it didn't help Jiang Mo heal all his wounds, the aura it exuded was still reassuring.

It helps Jiang Mo avoid the pain of his wounds and maintain a meditative state.

That was the power that Qingluan used to help Jiang Mo land, and it still exists in a similar state of blessing, making Jiang Mo's body even more agile and light.

Otherwise, there's no way he could weigh less than Hu Meier.

It's not like it was torn to pieces by the Black Feather Phoenix, leaving only its skeleton.

Even though two or three days have passed, this power has not diminished much, and it will probably continue to last for quite some time.

Could this force also have a similar effect to location tracking?

So the Azure Phoenix has its eye on me too? But that's not necessarily a bad thing. If I can get its help or make a deal, it will be much easier to escape from this valley.

After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Mo slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he was in a cave on the edge of a valley. The surface of the large rock beneath him, which he was using as a bed, was covered with dry grass that Hu Meier had picked up from the surrounding area to keep him from getting too cold in the night.

The fire, which hadn't been lit for a long time, had gone out, but wisps of smoke still drifted slowly from the ashes, slightly dispelling the surrounding stench of decay.

The living conditions, to put it bluntly, were extremely poor.

At best, it can only provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Comfort is practically nonexistent.

For Hu Meier, a pampered young lady who had been spoiled since childhood, she probably never imagined that she would have such a day. This life of struggling to survive in the wilderness was probably even more miserable than being imprisoned in a dungeon.

It's not much different from exile.

So far, she has never uttered a single complaint, only holding Jiang Mo tightly when she is exhausted.

In the quiet, cold night, I nestled beside him, warming each other with our body heat.

They supported each other through thick and thin.

At this moment, Jiang Mo did not see Hu Meier in the cave, nor did he see Xiao Bai, who had difficulty walking. However, he was not alarmed. He simply stood up slowly while supporting himself against the wall.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Did he go and get food again?"

“I told her not to take any supplements, just pick some wild fruits, but she still insisted on thinking that the wounded should eat something good. There’s no such option right now.”

Thinking of what Hu Meier had been thinking about, Jiang Mo was quite moved but also somewhat helpless.

Having barely left the mountain village since childhood, Hu Meier had no experience in wilderness survival, fishing, or hunting. Even gathering firewood for warmth at night required guidance and instruction from Jiang Mo.

The damp firewood they casually picked up on the first day almost suffocated the two of them in the cave.

In this situation, finding any food is basically a matter of fate.

Even disregarding the chances of success, Jiang Mo couldn't rest easy about sending Hu Meier to catch a pheasant or a rabbit.

Although Little White is with them, they are not afraid of ordinary wild beasts.

Even if she accidentally falls or bumps herself, Jiang Mo would still feel sorry for her. After all, Hu Meier wasn't a rough guy like him who could handle any kind of mishap. Just her increasingly haggard appearance these past few days had already made Jiang Mo feel incredibly sorry for her.

How could I let her take care of me forever?

We still need to find a way to recover quickly, at least to be able to lend a hand, instead of letting Hu Meier do everything.

She's not the type of person to do these things.

Muttering to himself, Jiang Mo slowly made his way out of the cave, supporting himself against the side wall, and looked out into the valley.

If I hadn't been injured and trapped here, this would have been a beautiful and tranquil place.

Surrounded by mountains and shaded by trees, the valley has a mild climate, though not exactly like spring all year round.

Even though it was late at night, it wasn't too cold.

Ignoring Xiaobai's protests, he used it as a heat pack to cover his stomach, which was most susceptible to cold, and was able to get a good night's sleep. He also lit a fire to keep out the cold.

A clear stream flows through the valley.

For the past few days, Jiang Mo and Hu Meier have been drinking water from this stream. After all, it was during the pre-Qin period, and this place was a pristine and unpolluted place, with the flowing stream being quite sweet and refreshing.

There's no need to worry about hygiene issues.

At this moment, Hu Meier stood barefoot in the stream, holding a sharpened twig in her hand, intently staring at the water below.

Haven't given up yet? I've already said fish aren't so easy to catch.

Seeing the other party's serious and prepared demeanor, Jiang Mo guessed Hu Meier's plan and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Spear fishing is indeed a good way to obtain food in the wilderness.

But this requires quick eyes and hands. Not only do you need to clearly capture the fish's movement in the water, but you also need to strike decisively without giving it a chance to dodge. Otherwise, if you fail to catch it with your spear, you don't know how long you'll have to wait before another fish swims by.

Especially considering Hu Meier's weak physique, trying to pierce the fish's slippery scales and spear it with a tree branch would be difficult.

It's more than just difficult.

Just as Jiang Mo stepped out of the cave and looked around, Hu Meier seemed to have already set her sights on him and decisively swung the branch she was holding at him.

Jiang Mo has sharp eyes; even from a great distance, he can clearly see what's happening by the stream.

It was probably the little white fish crouching at Hu Meier's feet that exerted its strength; the fish that were originally swimming lightly and nimbly in the stream slowed down noticeably as they passed by her.

Hu Meier struck the target with a branch.

But it only hit the target; it didn't actually pierce the fish's body. Instead, the pain stimulated the fish, causing it to break free from the illusion and quickly swim past Hu Meier's feet.

This startled Hu Meier, almost causing her to lose her balance and fall into the water.

Most importantly, the branch she was holding had been subjected to too much pressure as she used it to stabilize herself.

With a snap, it broke in two.

Hu Meier was quite frustrated that she had failed to get what she wanted and had even broken her tools. She squatted by the stream, hugging her fair legs, but she was still staring at the stream in front of her with some resentment, her lips moving as if she were muttering something to herself.

Jiang Mo, who saw this scene from afar, found it quite amusing.

You don't have a fishing rod or a harpoon, so what are you still thinking about? You can't expect to lure some fish with color and have it jump right to your feet, can you?

Wow, that actually works!

Jiang Mo had only casually made a comment in his mind, but unexpectedly, a bluefish, perhaps dazzled by Hu Meier's long, white legs, actually leaped out of the stream with a splash.

Not only did it jump incredibly high, but it also landed right at Hu Meier's feet.

In his astonishment, Jiang Mo subconsciously attributed this inexplicable situation to a supernatural phenomenon, thinking that it was the little white dog at Hu Meier's feet exerting its power.

But when his gaze unconsciously shifted over, he realized that it wasn't quite like that.

Little White, who was squatting at Hu Meier's feet, was clearly stunned by the situation. It didn't react until the bluefish that had fallen to the ground thrashed about with its tail for a while.