readsfreenovel Chapter 574 Acting
Chapter 574 Acting
White mist was rising from the thousand-year-old cold jade bed.
Chu Ziyu half leaned on the bed, his black hair scattered like a waterfall, making his face pale from blood loss even more frightening. His long eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow under his eyes, but the corners of his lips were still smiling.
Mingyu's hands trembled slightly.
(This kid...how can he still laugh?)
He knew better than anyone the pain of freezing the soul - it was a torture that froze the boiling soul veins inch by inch.
An ordinary cultivator would faint from the pain when the first needle was injected, but Chu Ziyu was not only awake throughout the whole process, he was even able to comfort the young disciple who was the culprit.
"Uncle Master?"
Chu Ziyu suddenly raised his eyes, his amber pupils shone like broken gold in the cold air, "Your hands are shaking."
Mingyu suddenly came back to her senses, and the Ice Soul Needle drew a cold light under the candlelight: "Shut up. Lie down."
Mingyu threatened fiercely, but her hands were gentle as if she was treating something fragile.
He took out a green pill as big as a longan, opened Chu Ziyu's jaw and forced it in: "Swallow it!"
The pill turned into a warm current when it entered his throat, and a hint of color finally appeared on Chu Ziyu's pale cheeks.
He lay back down obediently.
Pain shielding is 100% activated. (You can’t let Yu Yu feel pain, it’s all acting.)
When the seventh Ice Soul Needle fell, the cold air lingering on the needle tip was forming spider-web-like ice crystals in his meridians.
This should have been a sharp pain like cramps and bone-tearing - but Chu Ziyu only felt a cool touch, as if someone had injected peppermint water into his blood vessels.
He observed with great interest the frost patterns spreading beneath his skin, and even distracted himself by wondering whether the patterns would look good as scabbard patterns.
But in front of everyone, Chu Ziyu, who was enduring the pain, finally groaned, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, which was frozen into ice silk by the cold air before it could drip.
The rioting spiritual roots have been sealed, and Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief.
The next thing is to deal with the demon poison. Although the demon poison has penetrated into the bones, it is not as serious as the spiritual roots.
He picked up the silver scissors that glowed coldly under the candlelight. A wisp of green medicinal gas condensed on his fingertips and he gently opened the wound on Chu Ziyu's shoulder.
The bluish-purple poison squirmed like a living thing, but made a "hissing" burning sound the moment it came into contact with the medicinal gas.
"Just bear with it."
Mingyu suddenly inserted three silver needles into the area around the wound, and the needle tips trembled to form a triangular seal.
Chu Ziyu groaned, his fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the cold jade bed, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Lin Ci'an saw beads of sweat oozing out of his senior brother's forehead and sliding down his pale cheeks.
Elder Mingyu's silver scissors suddenly cut as fast as lightning, and pieces of blue-purple rotten flesh were accurately removed.
Blood immediately gushed out of the wound, but the color of the blood had returned to bright red.
"net!"
Mingyu pinched his fingers and shouted softly, and the three silver needles lit up with green light at the same time. As the needle tails trembled, the last few strands of demon poison were forced out of the wound and turned into green smoke and dissipated in the air.
"alright."
Mingyu put away the silver needle and took out a small jade bottle. "This is the chalcedony skin-regenerating ointment. Change the ointment three times a day."
He gently applied the fragrant ointment on the wound, and the hideous claw wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lin Ci'an noticed that his senior brother's frown had finally relaxed, but his face was still a little pale.
Mingyu took out another white jade bottle and said, "This is a pill to strengthen your body and replenish your energy. After taking it, you will be able to regulate your breathing for two hours."
Chu Ziyu took the pill and raised his lips slightly: "Thank you, uncle."
He raised his head and swallowed the pill, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing. Lin Ci'an saw that his brother's body was gradually emitting a faint green light, and his pale cheeks also regained some color.
Mingyu's voice was as cold as iron: "I have completely removed the demon poison. But after all, it has already penetrated into your bones, and the circulation of your spiritual power will inevitably be sluggish. I will give you acupuncture and gradually remove it completely.
Also, you must not use your spiritual power for half a month, otherwise the cold will backfire and your spiritual veins will be destroyed. After half a month, when your spiritual roots have calmed down, you can remove them. "
He paused, glanced at Lin Ci'an, and added, "The sequelae...will cause chills, coughing up blood, and every full moon night, your meridians will feel like they're being cut by a knife. You must take the Wind-Fixing Pill on time after that."
Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly shrank and his fingers pinched into his palms unconsciously.
(My brother came here to pick me up...)
Chu Ziyu chuckled and slowly stood up, frost falling from his robes: "Thank you, uncle-master."
His voice was weak, but still calm, as if he was not the one who was convulsing in pain just now.
Outside the pharmacy, hurried footsteps were heard.
"Zi Yu!"
A voice as cold as snow sounded, and the door curtain was suddenly lifted. A young man in a dark blue sword robe stepped in. His eyebrows were as sharp as a knife. A black long sword hung at his waist, and the word "Guhong" was engraved on the scabbard.
——Xie Wuchen, the eldest disciple under the Immortal Master Xuanxiao.
Following behind him was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, with almond eyes and a round face, and bottles and jars hanging around his waist. As soon as he entered the room, he rushed to the bed.
"Second Brother! I brought the newly refined 'Warm Sun Pill', which can relieve the cold!"
——The third disciple, Su Xiaohe, is a genius who practices swordsmanship with the help of medicine.
Xie Wuchen's eyes fell on the wound on Chu Ziyu's shoulder, and his eyes suddenly darkened: "Is it the claw wound of the nine-tailed cat demon?"
Chu Ziyu nodded slightly but didn't speak.
Su Xiaohe had already opened his collar and saw from the marks that he had left, she exclaimed, "The poison has penetrated into your bones! Second Senior Brother, how can you still laugh?!"