Chapter 8

After everything was over, Xie Fuyi seemed as if he had been pulled out of the water. Even though he hadn’t gone all the way, the distinct joints of Yuehua’s powerful hands seemed to possess a magical power, and this time the movement was even fiercer than before.

Finally, Xie Fuyi couldn’t even lift his fingers and was taken away to clean up the stains on his body. He was brought back to sleep without even lifting his eyelids.

The next day, Xie Fuyi woke up feeling a bit sore in his waist and legs, but his spiritual power had obviously increased faster than before, and even the swelling on his wrists had disappeared—so, was this the double cultivation secret technique of the Huanxi Sect?

Yuehua was not in the room. He guessed the other party should have gone to make breakfast, so he went straight to Ming Qing’s room.

Inside the room, Ming Qing was dozing off on the table, and the Yuehua on the bed still looked as sleepy as it did when he left yesterday.

“Master?” Ming Qing saw him and yawned.

Xie Fuyi nodded, “How is he? Did he have a fever last night?”

Ming Qing scratched his head nervously, “It seems there was no movement last night.”

Seeing the dry corners of Yuehua’s lips, Xie Fuyi poured a glass of water and sat by the bed.

Just as he was about to reach out to help the person up, a cold voice sounded faintly, “Who are you? Where is this?”

The man propped himself up on the bed, and Xie Fuyi and the person on the bed looked at each other. The other person’s back was straight, and his cold and handsome face seemed to naturally lack emotional fluctuations.

“This is the Misty Valley at the foot of the Yaoxian Sect Mountain. My name is Xie Fuyi, and I know a little about alchemy and medical techniques.” Xie Fuyi answered any questions, handing over the glass of water in his hand. “Judging by the appearance of the immortal, you should be from the Huanxi Sect. I wonder who injured you so severely and left you here?”

“Did you save me?” The man’s gaze swept from his gentle eyes and brows. The last consciousness before he fell into a coma yesterday emerged, with a warm and radiant gaze… he lowered his eyes and took a sip of water, his cold voice softened slightly, “I am Yuehua of the Huanxi Sect. After the sealing of the Demon Lord Chiye, with no one to lead the Demon Clan, chaos ensued everywhere. I encountered an ambush with my disciples and accidentally ended up here. I must thank you for saving me, Immortal Master.”

“So you are Immortal Yuehua.” Xie Fuyi smiled softly, “It’s just a small effort, not worthy of being called ‘Immortal Master’. Just call me by my name. Immortal Yuehua, you don’t have to worry. It’s more important to recover from your injuries here…”

At least he should be burned and the protagonist should take the attacker away.

Xie Fuyi just wanted to get rid of this uncontrolled plot as soon as possible. As long as the general plot trend remained the same, he didn’t care about the details.

“Master, it’s time for breakfast.” Ye Baixiao’s deep voice came in. He stood at the door and saw Xie Fuyi sitting by the man’s bed, chatting amiably. His fingers tightened involuntarily, his cold gaze sweeping over the man, expressionless.

Now whenever Xie Fuyi saw Ye Baixiao, he felt irritated. A protagonist who didn’t follow the plot properly was worse than a supporting character! Now he pinned his hopes on Yuehua! He just wanted to bring the two closer together, so he quickly introduced, “Immortal Yuehua, this is my second disciple, Ye Baixiao.”

Yuehua noticed an inexplicable oppressive gaze and when he looked at Ye Baixiao, he frowned slightly, his gaze deeply probing. “What’s on your body?”

Xie Fuyi noticed the exchange of glances between the two and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the gears of fate had already begun to turn!

But Ye Baixiao didn’t even pay attention to Yuehua’s words. He turned directly to Xie Fuyi, his gaze soft, “Master, let’s have breakfast first. It’s your favorite purple grass and silverfish porridge in the morning. It’s not good when it gets cold.”

Before Yuehua could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. He didn’t say anything more, just glanced at Ye Baixiao with some scrutiny.

Xie Fuyi blinked and looked at Yuehua, inviting him, “Would you like to join us for breakfast?”

Yuehua had already been fasting, but seeing Xie Fuyi’s warm gaze, he hesitated for a moment, about to agree. But then Ye Baixiao casually said, “The porridge is only enough for three people.”

“…Never mind, I’m already fasting.” Yuehua’s gaze was faint.

Xie Fuyi: …Did the gears of fate get stuck?

…

In a blink of an eye, several days passed. Yuehua had profound spiritual power and the top-grade spiritual medicine refined by Xie Fuyi, so his injuries recovered quickly.

When he could get out of bed, his gaze always searched for Ye Baixiao.

Xie Fuyi noticed this phenomenon and couldn’t suppress his excitement—now the protagonist and the love interest were starting to pay attention to each other!

Now all he had to do was wait for the protagonist to uncover his deeds. Saving people? Being kind? Clearly, he was malicious, with despicable means, deceiving the amnesic Dragon God into bloodletting for alchemy!

But he was waiting for the mutual affection between the protagonist and the love interest. However, for several days, these two had no chance to connect. Yuehua was still investigating Ye Baixiao’s identity, but Ye Baixiao hadn’t even looked at him directly!

Xie Fuyi pondered over the outline, and it was time for the cannon fodder to take action—The hypocritical pharmacist, fearing that his deception of the amnesic Dragon God for bloodletting alchemy would be exposed, pushed the seriously injured immortal into the valley, creating an opportunity for the protagonist to rescue the hero! When Ye Baixiao came to rescue him, the two would develop mutual affection!

…

One day, the herbs ran out, and Ye Baixiao and Ming Qing went out to buy some. Xie Fuyi prepared to go out and gather some herbs himself.

He picked up the medicine basket and looked at Yuehua walking out from one side, smiling, “Immortal Yuehua, I’m going to gather some herbs. You’ve been staying indoors to recover, must be bored. Why not come with me to the mountain?”

“Good idea, I also want to go out for a walk.” Yuehua glanced at his slender figure and walked up to help him take the medicine basket, walking out first.

Huh?

Xie Fuyi quickly turned

 around and followed, “I’ll carry it myself.”

He had just harbored a slight worry that Yuehua might also derail the plot, but as the conversation gradually turned to Ye Baixiao, Xie Fuyi immediately breathed a sigh of relief—good, it turned out he wanted to investigate the protagonist’s information!

“Baixiao is originally a Jiaolong. I met him a few months ago when I was gathering herbs. He was severely injured and didn’t remember anything before. His spiritual power was also unstable. He then became my disciple and stayed here,” Xie Fuyi disclosed the information he knew without any concealment, but he omitted the part about using dragon blood to concoct medicine.

“So he’s a Jiaolong…” Yuehua’s eyes lit up slightly.

He had sensed the dragon god’s aura from Ye Baixiao before. If the other party was really the Dragon God, even if the Demon Lord appeared, the world would be saved.

Xie Fuyi had led Yuehua to the place and noticed that he seemed absent-minded. He quietly used a small spell to trip Yuehua’s foot.

“Oops!” Yuehua didn’t notice, and with a sudden void under his feet, he was about to fall into a deep valley hidden by lush vegetation.

“Be careful!” Xie Fuyi dryly shouted as he was close, but when Yuehua fell, a gust of wind was stirred up. Unexpectedly, he slipped and fell along with him, as if he were falling accidentally while trying to save Yuehua.

“Ah Fu!” Yuehua grabbed him and held him in his arms, and the two fell straight down.

The narrow valley was very deep. Yuehua quickly made a gesture, but his spiritual power had not yet recovered. When he tried to use his power, his injuries felt like tearing apart when he activated his power. His face turned pale, and a sweet sensation rose in his throat.

In white robes, Yuehua could only barely slow down their fall, preventing them from getting severely injured.

Xie Fuyi’s spiritual power was weak, and the sudden weightlessness of falling made him dizzy. There was a roaring wind in his ears, and his heart almost jumped to his throat—he had just been so close, why did he do that? He was afraid of heights!

Yuehua felt the person in his arms trembling, and his heart softened. If not for saving him, Xie Fuyi wouldn’t have had to fall with him.

He held the person in his arms, using his body to shield them from the sharp branches during the fall. Soon, his snow-white robe was stained with blood.

Xie Fuyi felt a tight grip around his waist and heard a cold, soothing voice in his ear, “Don’t be afraid.”

He was tightly embraced by him, with one hand protecting the back of his head, while the other held him close. The moonlight’s temperature was cold as if he had been buried in ice and snow.