Chapter 114: The Aloof Immortal and the Wealthy Prince  03

Longyuan Kingdom, Jin City, Jing Prince’s Manor.

When Zhongli Mingji woke up, three days had already passed. As an immortal, his body naturally did not require sustenance, so he felt no hunger.

His clothes were clean and tidy, clearly having been changed by someone, and the minor wounds on his body had been carefully bandaged by a physician.

Even while unconscious, Zhongli Mingji had retained his awareness and knew exactly who had done all this.

The mortal prince, Jin Muhan, had saved him and even summoned royal physicians to treat him.

However, the royal physicians could only heal his external injuries. The internal damage to his immortal meridians remained, and the heavenly thunder stored within them was still present.

Zhongli Mingji silently gazed at the luxurious robe he was wearing. Made of moonlit brocade, it was a style the original owner of this body had never tried before.

The original owner’s clothes had always been white, and the color had not changed for centuries.

This smoky blue robe was the only exception.

Just as he was lost in thought, Jin Muhan entered the room carrying a bowl of medicine, his eyes lighting up with joy upon seeing him.

“Young master, you’re finally awake.”

Hearing this, Zhongli Mingji looked up. His deep phoenix eyes exuded an air of dominance, and his calm, aloof face showed no expression.

Even without expression, his face was still strikingly handsome and noble.

He was, after all, one of the rare beauties of the immortal realm.

Perhaps only the former Vati  Saint Monk, now the Vati  Demon Lord, could rival him.

“……？？？” Zhongli Mingji had intended to thank Jin Muhan, but he found himself unable to speak. The slightest movement of his throat brought searing pain.

The residual power of the dense heavenly thunder was concentrated in his throat, forcing him to remain silent.

Otherwise, speaking would surely cause him to vomit blood.

Jin Muhan sat by the bed with the medicine bowl, handing it to him while explaining, “This is the Jing Prince’s Manor. I am Jin Muhan, the Jing Prince of Longyuan Kingdom.”

“May I ask your name, young master? How did you end up fainting alone on the official road outside Jin City?”

Zhongli·Speechless·Mingji: …

Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll spit blood all over you if I try to speak?

The two of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere gradually grew became subtle.

Jin Muhan hesitantly asked, “Young master, could it be… you’ve lost your memory?”

Zhongli Mingji: “？？？！！！”

What nonsense are you spouting? I haven’t lost my memory, no I haven’t, stop making things up!

Jin Muhan took Zhongli Mingji’s hand and solemnly said, “Don’t worry, young master. I will do my best to help you recover your memory.”

Hearing this, Zhongli Mingji shook his head.

No! I haven’t lost my memory!!!

Seeing this, Jin Muhan sighed, “Young master, don’t worry about being a burden. I’m more than happy to take care of you. Feel free to stay here as long as you need.”

Zhongli Mingji shook his head again.

You’ve misunderstood! I haven’t lost my memory!

Jin Muhan patted Zhongli Mingji’s hand gently and said, “Don’t be polite, young master. I wouldn’t feel at ease letting you leave in this state.”

Zhongli Mingji: (д)b

I’m really at my wit’s end!

How can this person misinterpret my every word so precisely?

He could feel the heavenly thunder power surging through his body like a tide, all converging at his throat, completely blocking any attempt to explain.

It seemed he would have to first completely dissipate or assimilate the heavenly thunder power within his body, or else he wouldn’t be able to communicate normally.

To dissipate the power of the heavenly tribulation, he would need either immense strength or to switch to cultivating the Thunder Dao.

Given his current frail state and physical condition, it was impossible to forcefully dissipate the thunder power, and the Thunder Dao contradicted the original owner’s cultivation path.

The original owner cultivated the legendary Path of Emotionlessness, a highly popular specialization in the immortal realm with the highest enrollment rate but a graduation rate of only one percent.

Few immortals successfully graduated from the Path of Emotionlessness.

And the original owner was undoubtedly one of the outstanding students who failed to graduate.

However, the original owner didn’t fail because of falling in love with someone but because of a scheme by the Heavenly Dao, which led to his death during the heavenly tribulation.

Thinking of this, Zhongli Mingji looked up at Jin Muhan, who was holding the medicine bowl and feeding him, and felt that he should consider switching cultivation paths sooner rather than later.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to graduate from the Path of Emotionlessness either.

The him from before being entangled by the Demon God wouldn’t have had such worries or concerns. He was confident he could become one of that one percent.

He would definitely be among the outstanding graduates of the Path of Emotionlessness.

But ever since being plagued by the Demon God, it had become difficult for him to sever his emotions and desires…

To not rejoice over material gains, nor grieve over personal losses.

The Dao follows nature; the true self is one.

This Path of Emotionlessness no longer suited him. Perhaps he could try the Path of Freedom or the Path of Mortal World.

System 729 suggested: 【Host, why not switch to the Path of Emotions?】

Zhongli Mingji’s heart stirred.

The Path of Emotions wasn’t confined to romantic love but rather a love for all things.

If the heavens had emotions, they too would grow old.

The true path of humanity is one of trials and hardships.

Perhaps he could switch from the Path of Emotionlessness to the Path of Emotions, allowing him to preserve his cultivation while slowly dissipating the thunder power within his body.

“That’s a good suggestion. I’ll take it,” Zhongli Mingji replied to the system in his mind, then calmly drank the medicine Jin Muhan fed him.

While mortal medicine couldn’t cure his internal injuries, it was enough to treat his external wounds.

The original owner’s body had been severely damaged by the heavenly thunder. Rolling up his sleeves revealed large patches of wounds, and there were also faint scars on his face.

Jin Muhan looked at Zhongli Mingji with a smile, offering a piece of candied fruit after feeding him the medicine. “Have something sweet. It’ll help with the bitterness.”

When he was young and fell ill, his late mother would coax him to take medicine in the same way.

Zhongli Mingji picked up a piece of candied fruit and ate it. The sweetness alleviated the bitterness of the herbal medicine, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

After eating a few pieces, he stopped.

He took Jin Muhan’s hand and slowly wrote four characters in his palm.

“Zhongli Mingji,” Jin Muhan read aloud as he looked down at the characters.

“Is this your name?”

Zhongli Mingji nodded slightly.

He then continued to write four more characters in Jin Muhan’s palm: ‘Do you have paper and a brush?’ Jin Muhan quickly understood his meaning.

“I’ll have someone fetch writing materials.”

Jin Muhan called out to the door, “Wei Xin, go to my study and bring the Four Treasures of the Study.”

The guard Wei Xin, upon hearing his master’s order, quickly left the main courtyard to retrieve the items.

Moments later, he returned with the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, placing them on the table in the bedroom. “Your Highness, I’ve brought the items.”

Jin Muhan helped the weak Zhongli Mingji to the table and sat him down. He dismissed Wei Xin with a wave and stood beside Zhongli Mingji, grinding the ink himself.

“You can write down what you want to say,” he said gently. “If there’s anything you need help with, feel free to ask.”

Zhongli Mingji slowly looked up, meeting Jin Muhan’s tender phoenix eyes. His flawless Dao heart, which had been as still as dead water, trembled slightly.

“…” He felt that he couldn’t return to the Lingxiao Sect just yet. Otherwise, it would be disastrous, especially since he was in such a sorry state.

It would be better to recover his strength and heal his injuries first.

The letter he had originally intended to write to the Lingxiao Sect disciples stationed in Jin City was now impossible to complete. Instead, he wrote a few words of thanks to Jin Muhan on the paper, finally expressing what he hadn’t been able to say aloud.

“There’s no need to thank me…” Jin Muhan put down the inkstick and sat beside Zhongli Mingji.

“It’s I who should thank you for appearing in time.”

Though their meeting had been sudden, it had brought him unexpected joy.

He felt truly fortunate to have encountered this person.