Fairy, please don't do this!

"To be honest, it was I who dragged Sister Jing into this."

"This calamity is my destiny, and it has nothing to do with you, Xiao Chao."

Jing Shu looked at his pale face and knew that he was extremely exhausted. Her eyes softened immediately: "You've been busy all night too. Why don't you go back to your room and rest?"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "Aunt Ruo told me that every time the demonic poison is burned with the True Yang Fire, it will turn into sweat and be excreted."

"But so far, there hasn't been a single movement."

He wanted to ask Aunt Ruo what was going on.

But at this moment he was circulating the True Yang Sword Technique, using the True Yang Fire to expel the poison from her meridians. The cycle was complete, and the spiritual energy flowed endlessly.

If she were to stop now, not only would all her previous efforts be wasted, but the backlash of spiritual energy might also damage her already fragile meridians.

Just as Gu Jinzhao was pondering, Jing Shu suddenly sensed something.

Her flawless face flushed red at a visible speed, spreading all the way to her ears and neck.

"If...if the demonic poison is forced into the medicinal liquid in the bathtub...will the demonic poison seep back into my body?"

She seemed to find it difficult to speak, pausing several times before finally managing to finish.

Gu Jinzhao took a jade pot that was pure white and about the size of a small wooden bucket from the side.

"Don't worry, Sister Jing, Aunt Ruo was prepared."

"This is a magical artifact called the Jade Purification Pot. Purification and sealing formations are engraved inside the pot."

"The expelled demonic poison will be temporarily sealed inside, and she will deal with it using a secret method once it has accumulated to a certain level."

Jing Shu looked at the jade pot, her face turning as red as if it were about to bleed.

"what happened?"

Seeing that she looked unwell, Gu Jinchao asked with concern, "Sister Jing, are you feeling unwell?"

Jing Shu shook her head, opened her mouth again, and then closed it again.

After repeating this several times, she finally lowered her eyes and whispered, "I...I...need...to pee..."

Gu Jinzhao was stunned.

Then it dawned on him why not a single drop of demonic poison had been forced out since last night.

However, Jing Shu was currently too weak to get up on her own, let alone urinate.

As for calling Aunt Ruo over, that would be even more awkward.

After all, the true yang fire cannot be interrupted during the process of expelling the poison.

In other words, Gu Jinzhao needs to hold her wrist the whole time.

If Aunt Ruo were to come and help, the three of them would probably be even more awkward.

Gu Jinzhao hesitated for a moment before making a decision: "This is not the time to be concerned about men and women. How about... I help Sister Jing?"

Jing Shu's eyes were brimming with tears, filled with shame and panic.

She wanted to refuse.

However, the portion of demonic poison that had been burned inside his body had begun to accumulate, causing a noticeable feeling of fullness.

With his limbs completely powerless, he had no choice at all.

"Then... I'll trouble you, Xiao Chao."

After a long silence, Jing Shu pursed her lips and finally blushed as she softly hummed in agreement.

Chapter 332, The Ghost Bride's Assistance, Jing Shu's First Kiss (3K)

Gu Jinzhao took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

First, he placed the Jade Purification Pot beside the bath tub, then bent down.

With one hand reaching into the medicine solution, through her armpit, and the other hand supporting her knees, he carefully lifted Jing Shu horizontally out of the bathtub.

She was soaked to the bone, her exquisite figure fully revealed, taking in all the sights.

Water droplets slid down her full, high curves, flowed over her slender waist, and dripped onto the ground.

Jing Shu closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, not daring to look at Gu Jinzhao at all.

Gu Jinchao gently helped her sit on the Jade Pot, with her back against his chest, his hand still holding her slender wrist, using his true yang fire to continuously expel the poison.

"Sister Jing, we can begin."

Jing Shu bit her lip, her face flushed, and responded, but she remained as stiff as a stone statue.

This pose is extremely ambiguous and extremely awkward.

Leaning against him, I could clearly feel the warmth of his chest and his heartbeat.

She bit her lip hard, but couldn't suppress the embarrassment and shame in her heart, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

Just then, it seemed as if rain was falling outside, the drops tapping on the windowpane like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Jing Shu curled up, burying her face in her arms, her ears turning almost transparently red.

Gu Jinzhao kept his eyes closed the entire time.

Once the commotion subsided, they carried her back into the bathtub.

As the medicine flowed over her body again, Jing Shu finally felt a sense of security, but she still didn't dare to open her eyes to look at him.

Gu Jinchao sat back down on the edge of the bathtub, still holding her wrist: "Some of the demonic poison has been forced out, how are you feeling, Sister Jing?"

"I don't feel so bad anymore."

Jing Shu half-buried her rosy cheeks, as red as evening clouds, in the medicinal liquid, revealing only her beautiful eyes misty with tears.

"That's good."

Gu Jinzhao let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxed slightly, and then he released Jing Shu's wrist.

After continuously consuming true yang fire throughout the night, and experiencing that awkward situation just now, his mind and spiritual power were both nearing their limits.

He tried to get up, supporting himself on the edge of the bathtub, but suddenly everything went black and he swayed violently.

"Are you OK?"

When Jing Shu saw that his face was frighteningly pale, her heart tightened. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to help him, but her arm was too weak to lift at all. She could only look at him anxiously.

"No problem!"

Gu Jinzhao closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the numbness and dizziness: "It's just a few strands of demonic poison flowing back along the True Yang Fire and invading my body."

"Once my spiritual power recovers a bit, I'll force it out on my own."

He held onto the bathtub, trying his best to steady himself, and fine beads of cold sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

Those few wisps of demonic poison, cold and sinister, were roaming throughout the body, seeping into the blood vessels.

Gu Jinzhao reached into his robes, intending to retrieve a pill from the [Earthly Branches Mirror] to restore his spiritual power.

But just then, the shadow beneath his feet seemed to come alive and suddenly tugged at his ankle.

Puff-!

With a splash, the brown liquid splashed high into the water.

Gu Jinzhao lost his balance and fell straight into the bathtub, landing squarely on that beautiful, mature body.

"Xiao Chao, you...!"

Caught off guard, Jing Shu felt a weight on her body as a masculine body pressed down on her.

Her beautiful eyes widened instantly, and before she could react, she felt a warm touch on her lips.

Those were Gu Jinzhao's lips.

The four lips pressed together, fitting perfectly.

Both of them were taken aback.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The medicinal liquid in the bathtub sloshed and rippled, the brown liquid overflowing over the chests and necks of the two people pressed together.

Gu Jinzhao felt the delicate softness of Jing Shu's red lips and smelled the refreshing fragrance that resembled orchids and musk, and suddenly came back to his senses.

He instinctively tried to sit up and get out of the bathtub.

However, the few strands of demonic poison that had invaded his body suddenly erupted at this moment.

A chilling, numbing sensation instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones, his meridians felt frozen, his spiritual energy stagnated, and his muscles stiffened.

Let alone getting up, he couldn't even move a finger.

He was as if he had been frozen in place, pressing down firmly on Jing Shu's soft, delicate body.

Jing Shu immediately noticed his unusual behavior and wanted to ask for help.

But her red lips were completely blocked by him, and she could only make muffled "mmm" sounds, unable to utter a complete sentence.

She tried to push him away, but her arms were still weak and powerless. Her fingertips pressed against his soaked clothes, but she couldn't muster any strength.

And so the two of them squeezed together in the small bathtub.

Their lips met, their bodies pressed tightly together, the atmosphere ambiguous and sensual.

Jing Shu opened her beautiful eyes and looked at the face so close to hers. Her flawless face was already flushed red.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Jinzhao's spiritual power recovered somewhat, and he quickly activated the True Yang Fire to suppress the demonic poison.

"I'm sorry, Sister Jing."

He propped himself up and left those soft, red lips.

Jing Shu also came to her senses, lowered her eyes, and blushed: "This was an accident, it's not Xiao Chao's fault."

If Gu Jinzhao hadn't worked day and night to expel the poison from her, she wouldn't have been so exhausted, and such a beautiful accident wouldn't have happened.

"Jing-jie, please rest well. I'll have Xiaoli come over to keep you company in a bit. Just let her call me if you need anything."

Gu Jinchao left the bathtub, still wet, and returned to his room.

He first took out a pill from his storage ring and swallowed it, which restored a lot of his spiritual power, and then forced out all the demonic poison.

After doing all this, he finally asked, "Wife, what exactly do you want to do?"

Undoubtedly, the accident just now was all the work of the ghost wife.

With a flash of purple light, An Wanxi sat gracefully on the bed, her face full of grievance, and said, "I was just helping my husband."

Gu Jinzhao rubbed his throbbing temples: "I know, wife, you're trying to create an opportunity for me and Sister Jing to win her over."

"With her help in the future, things will be much easier for Xiao Qingyi."

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh: "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this."

"Xiao Qingyi and I are destined to be together. Even without anyone's help, we will naturally come together."

An Wanxi blinked her captivating peach blossom eyes: "Jing Shu is Xiao Qingyi's personal maid. If you take Xiao Qingyi as your concubine in the future, she will also marry you."

"So what difference does it make?"

What you said makes so much sense… Gu Jinzhao was speechless, unsure how to respond.

An Wanxi looked at him with a half-smile: "Besides, doesn't my little husband think that Jing Shu and Aunt Ruo have quite similar temperaments?"

Gu Jinzhao raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by that?"

An Wanxi let him rest his head on her soft thighs and massaged his temples: "I know that my little husband cherishes his relationship with Aunt Ruo very much."

"Therefore, even though I have repeatedly bewitched you, and even with Xuan Yi's scheming, you still do not want Aunt Ruo to suffer the pain of immorality."

She paused for a moment: "But I can sense that my husband has romantic feelings for Aunt Ruo in addition to familial affection, but they are suppressed by your moral conscience."

"However, if one cannot do as one pleases, it will be difficult to improve one's state of mind, thus causing one's cultivation to stagnate."

Gu Jinchao's view was obscured by two towering peaks, so he couldn't see the ghost wife's face, but he guessed what she was up to: "You don't mean you want me to use Sister Jing as a substitute for Aunt Ruo, do you?"

An Wanxi nodded gently: "As long as my husband transfers his romantic love for Aunt Ruo to Jing Shu, he can retain his familial affection for Aunt Ruo."

Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "But that's unfair to Sister Jing."