Chapter 7

Since the day when Ye Baixiao helped Xie Fuyi alleviate his discomfort, Ye Baixiao has become extremely enthusiastic about bloodletting for medicine refining. After Xie Fuyi took the medicine, he would practice with Ye Baixiao to ease its effects.

As Ye Baixiao became increasingly affectionate towards Xie Fuyi, he couldn’t help but want to feed Xie Fuyi during meals.

Given Xie Fuyi’s character setting, he couldn’t possibly refuse to use blood medicine, especially when his spiritual power was rapidly increasing.

Xie Fuyi felt overwhelmed. He could only pretend to be natural and maintain a serious demeanor as if it were just ordinary cultivation.

Xie Fuyi felt it unlikely for the protagonist to detect his malice. At this point, he only wanted the protagonist to appear soon. He didn’t believe that Moon Hua Xianzun, who was just and righteous, would spare him!

…

Another month passed in the blink of an eye. Xie Fuyi calculated the days and realized it was the time when Yuehua would enter the Mist Valley due to injury.

Today, Ye Baixiao had gone out to gather herbs and had not yet returned. Xie Fuyi was particularly excited, waiting for him to bring back the protagonist.

As evening approached, Xie Fuyi finally saw Ye Baixiao returning.

He was alone, carrying a basket of herbs, and the setting sun elongated his shadow.

“You’re back? Was everything smooth today?” Xie Fuyi glanced behind him, barely maintaining a natural expression, but inwardly, he was stunned—Where’s the protagonist?

Ye Baixiao put down the basket, and upon hearing his concern, his cold eyes softened. “Master, everything went smoothly today. I also brought back some games. I’ll make an extra dish for you tonight.”

Ye Baixiao had noticed that Xie Fuyi loved meat, but the valley only had some vegetables from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Whenever he went out to gather herbs, he would always bring back some wild chickens and rabbits to supplement his meals.

Xie Fuyi didn’t see the shadow of the protagonist. Even the temptation of delicious food wasn’t as strong anymore.

Distracted, he nodded, “Then you go cook. I’ll go for a walk.”

Without waiting for a response, Xie Fuyi walked away into the sunset.

He felt strange. Today was supposed to be the day when the protagonist appeared. Could he have messed up the plot?

Suddenly, his steps halted, and his gaze fell on a white figure lying by the river. He felt joy in his heart and quickly walked over—dressed in white with a plain belt, embroidered with golden clouds. Wasn’t this Yaoxian Sect Yuehua?

Xie Fuyi looked around. Although this was by the river, it wasn’t far from the road. How could such an obvious white figure not be seen? Was Ye Baixiao’s vision that bad?

Xie Fuyi observed Yuehua’s condition. He was dressed in white, stained with blood, his face pale but handsome, the epitome of an aloof and cold highborn.

In any case, he had to bring the protagonist back. He couldn’t let him bleed to death outside. Who else would play the cannon fodder in the subsequent plot?!

Xie Fuyi reached out to help Yuehua. The next moment, the man, who had just been pale and unconscious, felt the presence of a stranger approaching. He opened his eyes forcefully and tightly gripped Xie Fuyi’s wrist.

Xie Fuyi’s face turned pale, his wrist throbbing with pain. He sighed at the protagonist’s strength, but he quickly explained, “Don’t be afraid. I’m skilled in medicine. I just want to take you back to treat your wounds.”

Perhaps his voice was too gentle as if it could soothe one’s heart.

Xie Fuyi’s serene and gentle face carried concern. He stood against the light, and the golden glow seemed to cast a soft halo. Yuehua’s guarded expression softened slightly. Exhausted, he fainted again.

Xie Fuyi shook his sore wrist and proceeded to lift Yuehua onto his back.

This guy looked tall and thin, but why was he heavier than him? Xie Fuyi carried him, his feet dragging on the ground. He could only make slow progress back to the wooden house.

A tall figure was waiting at the door. Seeing Xie Fuyi carrying someone back, Ye Baixiao’s eyes dimmed slightly.

“Master!” He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Yuehua lying on Xie Fuyi’s back. “What’s going on?”

“I found this person injured by the river, so I brought him back,” Xie Fuyi explained simply, instructing Ming Qing behind him, “Ming Qing, quickly get the medicine box to my room…”

Ming Qing, seeing his kind-hearted master bringing another person back, sighed and murmured, “At this rate, we could open a clinic…”

Ye Baixiao assisted Xie Fuyi’s arm and said softly, “Master, let me do it.”

After finishing his sentence, he grabbed the collar of the man on Xie Fuyi’s back and effortlessly carried him into Ming Qing’s room, leaving Xie Fuyi behind.

Xie Fuyi sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom. In the dim candlelight, the tall man was half-kneeling in front of him, almost at eye level with him.

Ye Baixiao lowered his head, carefully applying a swelling ointment to Xie Fuyi’s inflamed wrist.

Xie Fuyi’s hand was long and fair, even his wrist bones were exquisite and beautiful. Compared to him, Ye Baixiao’s fingers were distinct, with a deeper hue.

The large palm could almost easily encircle the other’s wrist. With moderate pressure from his fingers, he helped the ointment absorb. However, the rough fingertips brought a tingling sensation, making Xie Fuyi uncomfortable.

Xie Fuyi pulled his hand away, but Ye Baixiao seized both of his wrists and raised his eyes slightly. “Master, why did you save him?”

Xie Fuyi was speechless. Why did he save him? Because you didn’t! And now, you shouldn’t be here treating his non-existent wounds.

However, with both his hands held, and Ye Baixiao now closer, he felt a bit flustered.

Xie Fuyi was at a loss. His tone was faint, “Why do you need a reason to save someone? I’m fine now. You should go check on him… I’m worried that his wound might worsen at night, so you should stay with him.”

Xie Fuyi tried to pull his hands away, but Ye Baixiao seemed to sense his irritation. His grip tightened, and he moved closer, “Master, Ming Qing senior brother has been with you longer and is probably better at taking care of people than me. I’m better at helping you with your cultivation.”

Ye Baixiao’s dark eyes were deep and heavy, though his words were respectful, his actions were extremely forceful. With a bit more pressure

, he pinned Xie Fuyi’s wrists to the bed.

Xie Fuyi: … Again?

“Master, I haven’t taken the medicine yet today, so there’s no need for cultivation.” Xie Fuyi calmly refused, but before he could finish his words, a warmth spread across his chest… He glanced at his wrist—was it from the medicine just now?

Ye Baixiao’s hoarse voice was low and deep. “Master, my blood was in the medicine just now…”

“Get out of here!” Xie Fuyi tried to assert his authority as the master, but those beautiful eyes were filled with tears, his voice trembling, making him look pitiful yet adorable.

Just the touch of their fingers seemed insufficient. Ye Baixiao suppressed the urge, veins bulging on his forehead, his chest almost bursting. He could only bury his face in Xie Fuyi’s neck, sniffing desperately like a ferocious hungry beast, barely suppressing his anger and maintaining his composure.

“I’ll assist Master in refining spiritual power…”

The lamp flickered faintly, the curtains fell, and the deep voice gradually faded away in Xie Fuyi’s ears.