ebookland Chapter 489 Jinglian's soul is on the verge of collapse due to forcibly peeking into the secret
Chapter 489 Jinglian's soul is on the verge of collapse due to forcibly peeking into the secret
Creak!
The heavy doors of the alchemy pavilion were suddenly pushed open.
The dull sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
A purple figure walked in steadily, carrying with it a scent of sandalwood and a faint herbal fragrance.
It instantly diluted the lingering stench of blood in the pavilion.
The person who arrived was none other than Bai Yuan.
He was meditating on the back mountain at night.
Suddenly, I saw something unusual in the starry sky!
He then sensed his master, the Nine Yang Immortal, and detected Xu Wan's faint aura.
Both of them were inside the alchemy pavilion.
But just the day before yesterday, he visited Xu Wan in the prison at Siguo Cliff.
Why?
Filled with questions, he arrived at the Alchemy Pavilion.
When he pushed open the door, what he saw made his breath catch in his throat:
Xu Wan sat cross-legged on the cushion, her eyes tightly closed!
His snow-white Taoist robe was now soaked in blood, leaving him in a sorry state.
Bai Yuan's heart!
In that instant, it felt as if he were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the intense pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Master."
He suppressed the turmoil surging in his heart and strode to stand before Master Jiuyang.
"Bai Yuan, you've come at the perfect time."
Master Jiuyang's expression was solemn!
His hair and beard were somewhat disheveled!
The light of the whisk in his hand had dimmed, clearly indicating that it was nearing its end.
"Jinglian's soul is on the verge of collapse due to forcibly peeking into the secrets of heaven. I fear that I alone cannot save her."
"You must lend me a hand and use your pure Yang spiritual power to protect her soul's essence. You must not let even a wisp of her true spirit dissipate!"
"Yes, Master!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Yuan flashed and immediately sat cross-legged behind Xu Wan.
He took a deep breath and placed his palms firmly against Xu Wan's cold back.
The warm and mellow spiritual energy slowly flowed into her broken body.
The spiritual energy, carrying a vibrant warmth, perfectly complemented the vast and powerful Taoist true energy of the Nine Yang True Man—one gentle, the other strong.
Two forces are intertwined and operating!
They began to repair her shattered meridians and her crumbling soul, bit by bit.
In Xu Wan's chaotic consciousness, she could clearly feel a familiar and reassuring power flowing in.
That's the unique aura of Senior Brother Bai Yuan!
Warm and steady, like a majestic mountain that shelters her from the wind and rain.
Supported by this force,
Her soul was almost shattered into dust!
It gradually calmed down and stopped spreading.
I do not know how long it has been!
Xu Wan's tightly closed eyes trembled a few times!
After a while!
Finally, she slowly opened her eyes.
What catches the eye.
It was the familiar dome of the Alchemy Pavilion, and in front of him was the face of the Nine Yang True Man, a face full of exhaustion yet unable to hide his satisfaction.
And behind!
The source of the continuous flow of warm spiritual energy made her feel very at ease.
She turned her head with difficulty!
My vision is a little blurry!
But that handsome face, so close yet so clear, was perfectly distinct.
It's her senior brother, Bai Yuan.
His brow was furrowed!
His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and his face was slightly pale, clearly showing that he had exhausted himself trying to save her.
Those beautiful eyes were filled with endless concern.
"Brother Bai... Senior Brother Bai Yuan..."
Xu Wan's voice was hoarse and dry, as if she had a handful of coarse sand in her throat.
I heard that faint call!
Bai Yuan's tense nerves finally relaxed.
He slowly withdrew his palms, gathering his spiritual energy, and watched her intently.
"Junior brother, are you awake?"
"How do you feel? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Xu Wan looked at his anxious expression!
The chaotic memories in my mind overlapped with the scene before my eyes.
An indescribable sense of grievance and lingering fear welled up in my heart.
She could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.
She struggled to get up, but her whole body felt weak and sore.
She could only reach out her blood-stained hand, trembling, to touch Bai Yuan's sleeve.
Only by confirming his existence can one prove that they are not dreaming.
"Senior Brother Baiyuan..."
she choked.
Tears mingled with the blood on his face as they slid down his cheeks, his voice broken and helpless:
"I had another dream... I dreamt that I went back to my own world..."
She was sobbing.
It seemed as if he wanted to pour out all the fear in his heart:
"I saw my master... He was lying in an ice coffin, so cold..."
"I also saw a Taoist priest who looked like Xuanqing... but he didn't recognize me..."
When Bai Yuan saw her looking so lost and crying like a helpless child, the softest part of his heart was pierced.
He reached out and gently supported her trembling body.
He carefully wiped the blood and tears from her face with his sleeve.
"Don't be afraid, junior brother, don't be afraid."
Bai Yuan's voice was incredibly gentle, possessing a magical power to soothe all pain:
"That was just a dream, it's all in the past now."
"Your senior brother is here, and Master is here too. No one can hurt you."
He looked into her eyes, which were brimming with tears, and felt a mix of emotions.
At this moment, she is!
As fragile as a fledgling bird that has just survived a storm, it cannot withstand the slightest fright.
"If you don't like the dream, then forget it."
Bai Yuan gently patted her back, again and again, as if soothing a frightened little animal.
Xu Wan leaned against Bai Yuan's warm embrace!
The comforting, cool scent of herbs emanating from him lingered around my nose, and my long-tense nerves finally relaxed completely.
Like a lost child who has finally found her way home, she cried her heart out.
Master Jiuyang looked at the two embracing, silently turned his back to them, gently waved his whisk, and sighed.
The sandalwood incense wafted and swirled within the alchemy pavilion, mingling with the scent of herbs to create a hazy mist.
The sigh was not for Xu Wan's injuries, but for the silent, infatuated love before him.
The soul of Xu Wan, this little cat demon, had already been riddled with holes by the shadow of Emperor Yun Che.
Even if my soul is scattered, I will still think of that person.
Master Jiuyang closed his eyes and concentrated, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the tassels of his whisk.
He recalled the day before yesterday!
When Bai Yuan learned that Xu Wan had been imprisoned in the dungeon of the Cliff of Contemplation, he knelt before him, pleading to deliver medicine to Xu Wan.
His most prized disciple silently sacrificed so much for this cat demon.
Bai Yuan's spiritual power could repair her shattered meridians, but it couldn't mend the void in her heart left by Yun Che.
The beads of sweat on his forehead when he was channeling the spirit just now were hardly a sign of his spiritual energy being depleted!
It was clearly the hidden pain of having one's soul repeatedly crushed, the despair of watching one's beloved lose their soul for someone else.
A bitter taste rose in Jiuyang Zhenren's throat.
As a master, he could refine all the world's spiritual herbs into miraculous medicines, but he could not overcome this fate of "not being able to obtain what he desires".
Suddenly, an owl swept past outside the pavilion, startling the copper bell on the eaves, which rang softly.
Master Jiuyang suddenly opened his eyes!
As the sandalwood incense faded, Master Jiuyang slowly turned around.
In the candlelight, Bai Yuan was wiping Xu Wan's tears with his sleeve, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a dewdrop on a spring morning.
Xu Wan's sobs had turned into soft, broken sobs, as she murmured:
"Senior Brother Baiyuan, I'm so scared, I'm too scared to sleep anymore..."
Her fingers gripped Bai Yuan's sleeve tightly, as if it were the only piece of driftwood.
Master Jiuyang lowered his whisk to his side and sighed inwardly.
He couldn't bear to step forward and separate the two people who were embracing.
Just as he couldn't stop Xu Wan from going to the Wuji Sect to find Emperor Yun Che.
Some calamities can only be witnessed by even the most powerful and all-powerful Taoist masters.
He quietly formed a hand seal in his sleeve, and a barely perceptible golden light disappeared into Xu Wan's brow.
That was a heart-protecting spell, which could temporarily alleviate her obsession with Yun Che, but ultimately could not stop the torrent of fate.
Bai Yuan, I can protect you for a time, but I cannot protect your lifelong love.
The furnace in this alchemy pavilion can refine golden pills, but it cannot create a happy ending where two hearts are truly in love.