Inside a mountain cave, Ye Yu dispersed the sword qi gathered at his fingertips and finally let out a breath.
He had done everything he could. Whether Heng Xuanzhen could live would depend on her.
Half an hour earlier—
—when the domain collapsed, Heng Xuanzhen and Tushang had both fallen.
Ye Yu blinked, then understood.
They must have fought a life-and-death duel.
In the end, one died and one was wounded.
Tushang’s body was intact, but his divine soul was utterly gone—an empty shell remained.
Even so, to be safe, Ye Yu ground the corpse to dust and scattered it to make sure no trace of revival remained. Only then did he relax.
As for Heng Xuanzhen, a faint breath still lingered.
There was no way Ye Yu could ignore that.
After all, she had just saved his life, and she was now gravely wounded because she killed Tushang.
That favor was far too great.
Ye Yu of course wasn’t going to leave her.
He took out a divine healing pill and fed it to her himself.
He thought that would be that.
But right after she swallowed the pill, Heng Xuanzhen coughed up a mouthful of blood.
There was black in the blood—clearly wrong.
He looked down at the wound over her heart; it was visibly darkened.
Poison.
The toxin was spreading at a speed visible to the eye.
At this rate, she wouldn’t last long.
Ye Yu rushed her into a cave and used sword qi to cut away every part touched by the poison.
The whole process was grueling.
Killing gods—Ye Yu knew how to do that. Playing surgeon—this was his first time.
Fortunately, he finished.
From here on, it would come down to her own will to live.
Day turned to night and back again; two days passed quickly.
Heng Xuanzhen still didn’t wake, but her breathing had evened out. Her life should no longer be in danger.
Ye Yu, however, sat at the cave mouth wearing a very odd look.
Because while Heng Xuanzhen was unconscious, she had called out several names.
She called her master thirty-seven times, her junior sister eight times, the Ancient Sword Gorge Divine Alliance’s lord twice, and Ye Yu one hundred and sixty times.
It was...hard to parse.
When a woman, not in her right mind, calls a man’s name, there are usually only two reasons:
Either she hates him to the bone—or loves him to the bone.
Hand on heart, even counting this time, Ye Yu had seen Heng Xuanzhen all of three times.
The first two meetings combined didn’t even total half an hour.
Some deep blood feud? Hardly.
Liking him? Even less so.
Every time we meet, it’s either you getting slashed or me getting slashed.
We’re both so busy—who has time for romance?
If Heng Xuanzhen could still fall for him like this, Ye Yu would have to question his lineage.
He wasn’t some black bear monster—he must have succubus blood.
Mm. Aside from that, Ye Yu truly couldn’t think of any other reason.
On the third day, Heng Xuanzhen woke.


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