“Can she still be saved?” Jiang Huai’s voice trembled faintly as he cautiously looked toward Bailu.
Bailu’s dragon head moved gently, her tone cool and resolute: “No, she can’t be saved. She has only a thread of life left, and her soul is on the verge of dispersing.”
“At least, I am powerless.”
This body was too severely damaged; its source nearly burned out, the flesh and bones shattered.
The fact that she could still cling to life now was solely due to her iron willpower.
If it were someone with weaker resolve, their soul would have long since dissipated.
Jiang Huai’s fingers trembled as they brushed over Tang Zhaoxue’s icy forehead, his eyes filled with grief and helplessness.
Tang Zhaoxue had even lost the strength to cough up blood, her vision rapidly swallowed by darkness.
The terrifying backlash of burning her source was gradually manifesting; her sight was the first sense to be stripped away, followed by the rapid failure of all her organs.
“Can’t see anymore.” Her voice was faint like a dying breath.
“Don’t trouble yourself over me anymore. Protect this world well.”
Jiang Huai held her weak hand tightly, recklessly pouring his own Yin-Yang Spiritual Power into her body, trying to revive the rapidly fading flame of life.
“Don’t die, don’t die…”
But it was all in vain.
His spiritual power sank like a stone thrown into the sea, utterly unable to stop her life force from collapsing.
Qin Qingyue, unable to bear seeing Jiang Huai’s sorrow, silently transformed back into her tall human form and took out a plain white porcelain bottle from her bosom.
Jiang Huai naturally recognized the item and asked in surprise, “What are you doing with that now?”
“Su Yingman said your thing often works wonders, containing the essence from the opening of Heaven and Earth.” Qin Qingyue spoke seriously.
“I want to see if it helps. It’s worth a try, even if it’s a lost cause.”
She carefully pried open Tang Zhaoxue’s pale lips and slowly poured the thick white liquid from the bottle into her mouth.
She had taken out what she believed was the most effective and best remedy she had.
If even this didn’t work, then truly, there was no hope left.
The thick white liquid gradually flowed into Tang Zhaoxue’s mouth.
On the side, Bailu’s dragon face oddly twisted into a look that resembled human disgust.
“What? The person’s about to die, and you feed her this?”
But in the next moment, her expression suddenly shifted to one of shock and uncertainty.
Tang Zhaoxue’s originally lifeless chest began to rise and fall violently, as if injected with a surge of boundless vitality.
Though her eyes remained hollow and lifeless, the decaying aura was actually stabilized somewhat.
“What… is this?” Tang Zhaoxue’s weak voice carried confusion.
She had drunk many spirit medicines before but had never encountered such a strange taste.
Jiang Huai felt embarrassed and didn’t know how to respond, so he lightly stroked her chest and whispered, “I’ll tell you later. Just drink more, alright?” [Anyway, this counts as a method, right? At least it saved her.]
Bailu stepped forward, lightly touching Tang Zhaoxue’s wrist with her dragon claw, sensing carefully for a moment before suddenly raising her head and sharply fixing her gaze on Jiang Huai:
“You’re a Yin-Yang Body? No, wait, the Yin-Yang Body lineage was already broken, wasn’t it?”
“What constitution do you have?”
Jiang Huai’s heart tightened at this question—she had actually seen through that he was a Yin-Yang Body? What kind of dragon was she?
Qin Qingyue’s eyes flashed sharply as she probed, “If you really are a Yin-Yang Body, then can you save her?”
“If she truly is a Yin-Yang Body, then there is naturally a sliver of hope.” Bailu said, but then stared intently at Jiang Huai, as if trying to see through him.
“You can’t possibly be a Yin-Yang Body. There are no more Yin-Yang Bodies in this world.”
“The last Yin-Yang Body died in the void without heirs; the inheritance was severed.”
Jiang Huai’s face darkened like still water, remaining silent.
“Even if a bloodline survived from ancient times, we White Dragon Clan would never have been unaware!”
From ancient times until now, so many years have passed; a Yin-Yang Body cannot just vanish without a trace.
With the Yin-Yang Body constitution, even without special methods of cultivation, ordinary cultivation is still top-tier.
“Where exactly do you come from?” Bailu’s youthful face rarely showed such urgency—she desperately wanted an answer.
Jiang Huai evaded the question and countered, “If I really am, then how am I supposed to save her? Just like what I did earlier?”
He was extremely sensitive about his own constitution; the fewer people who knew, the better.
Besides, it was still unknown whether the previous generation of Yin-Yang Body and the White Dragon Clan were friends or foes.
If friends, that would be fine, but if foes…
Bailu slowly shook her head. “Even if you are, with your mere Foundation Establishment level cultivation, only condensed with Innate Primordial Qi, and at the early stage of the Chaos Dao Platform, saving her won’t be easy.”
“Your thing really is effective, but that’s not how it’s supposed to be used.”
Among all, the White Dragon Clan understood the use of the Yin-Yang Body best and knew most of the secrets regarding the Yin-Yang Body.
Seeing the hope of treating Tang Zhaoxue, Jiang Huai hurriedly asked, “How should I use it? How can I save her?”
Seeing him ask so, Bailu’s heart already had a rough answer—Jiang Huai must be the Yin-Yang Body.
No wonder he could resist the calamity, no wonder he could absorb Qin Qingyue’s misfortune—it all made sense now.
But why are there still Yin-Yang Bodies in this world? Strange.
“There is a way to save her. First, come to the Xianzhou, and we will talk there.” Bailu’s body radiated light and transformed into a slender figure, a holy maiden with pure white dragon horns growing from her head.
Her dragon tail was more delicate than Qin Qingyue’s, and her overall aura was more elegant and serene.
“Let’s go to the Xianzhou.” Qin Qingyue transformed into dragon form, lightly carrying Jiang Huai on her dragon head, then took Zhu Siyao along, and flew toward the Xianzhou suspended in the sky.
Wu Zhaohua glanced at Jiang Huai from a distance, lightly stepping on her toes as her white clothes fluttered, then followed them.
Below the shattered city gate, the people of the Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect exchanged glances, lost and fearful, unsure of what the future held.
Xianzhou, inside a secret chamber.
Bailu explained the healing method in detail, so earnestly that Zhu Siyao blushed and her heart pounded like a drum.
Are we really a proper sect? Does Jiang Huai’s thing really have such an effect?
Qin Qingyue listened, her eyes shining brightly, eagerly pulling Jiang Huai toward her elegant chamber.
She shoved a large handful of pills into Jiang Huai’s hand without permission, her tone “serious” but barely concealing a trace of excitement:
“Saving a life is worth more than building seven levels of pagodas. Husband, this time you’ll have to ‘sacrifice’ yourself a bit.”
“Forced by the situation, it can’t be helped!”
Jiang Huai was almost pushed onto the brocade couch, his clothes torn and disheveled. He groaned:
“Don’t you have any stock at all?!”
Qin Qingyue’s dragon skin was quite thick; she stripped Jiang Huai clean in no time, shaking her head righteously:
“Stock? Why would I have that? It’s all gone.”
After saying that, she leaned down slowly, her nimble fingers gliding, warm dragon tongue curling lightly.
She lingered over the spiritual sword pattern’s edge, savoring the nostalgic scent.
Jiang Huai shivered, poking Qin Qingyue’s face with the spiritual sword pattern: “If this wasn’t such an emergency, I’d really suspect you and Bailu were conspiring to trick me.”
Qin Qingyue immediately grew angry and looked up to scold, “What nonsense are you talking about? I’ve never lied to you!”
“Never ever! You should trust me unconditionally!”
“Really?”
“Absolutely! Or may the Five Thunders strike me!” Qin Qingyue promised.
“Alright, I believe you. Just don’t make such heavy oaths next time.” Jiang Huai hurriedly said.
“It’s okay. For you, I’m willing.”
Qin Qingyue suddenly looked up again, dragon eyes sparkling with anticipation as she gazed at Jiang Huai.
Before she could speak, Jiang Huai reached out, gently stroking her cool, slightly velvety dragon horns, whispering:
“During the time apart, I know you missed me, and I missed you too.”
Hearing Jiang Huai say what she wanted to hear first, Qin Qingyue was completely satisfied.
Jiang Huai silently extended his hand in front of her.
Dragon Knight!
“What pill did you give me just now?”
“The pills refined by Yingman.”
After an unknown amount of time, a huge wooden tub appeared in the elegant chamber.
Steam wafted from within.
Beside the tub, Jiang Huai slumped weakly on the couch, pale and breathless.
“This should be enough, right?” Qin Qingyue peered at the rippling “spirit liquid” in the tub, uncertain.
“The spirit liquid Bailu prepared is good. It smells different.”
Jiang Huai’s voice was weak from overexertion, his eye sockets sunken:
“Then… put her into this medicine bath.”