With a heart full of pain, Xu Ping’an gently embraced Pei Qingxuan, feeling the delicate girl in his arms trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating pain.
Raising his hand, he softly caressed her forehead.
“Be good, don’t be afraid, it’ll stop hurting soon.”
As he spoke, he had already picked up the Red Gourd, pouring out a small amount of Sand and Gravel, which he then placed between Pei Qingxuan’s brows.
The moment the crimson Sand and Gravel touched her forehead, the Blood Fiend Qi that had entwined her body and spiritual sense was instantly drawn out.
Immediately after, the Sand and Gravel began to draw on Pei Qingxuan’s spiritual sense without the slightest hesitation.
Fortunately, Xu Ping’an had anticipated this.
When he saw the Blood Fiend Qi had been cleared, he quickly removed the Sand and Gravel and put them back into the gourd.
“Dear, what is this?”
“This thing? It’s a treasure.”
Xu Ping’an replied with a smile.
Although he had already put the Sand and Gravel away, the lid of the gourd remained off, just sitting openly on the ground.
It was only then that Pei Qingxuan noticed, despite the overwhelming density of Blood Fiend Qi all around, neither she nor Xu Ping’an felt the slightest threat.
On the contrary, the Blood Fiend Qi, together with the Wandering Souls within, seemed terrified, as if desperately wanting to flee, but no matter what they did, it was all useless.
They could only obediently let the Red Gourd drain them dry.
“Qingxuan, come, take this pill.”
Xu Ping’an handed over a pill.
Without any hesitation, and with absolute trust, Pei Qingxuan opened her red lips and put both the pill and his finger directly into her mouth.
‘Pop!’
As Xu Ping’an’s fingertip withdrew from those red lips, a glistening strand stretched between them.
Seeing this, Xu Ping’an couldn’t help but give a wry smile.
“My dear, now isn’t the time for such things. Once we return to the Liuyun Sect, you can do as you please with me, all right?”
Looking at his obedient wife, her eyes misty and full of longing, Xu Ping’an couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered.
No matter how beastly he might be, with daylight all around and that sea of thick Blood Fiend Qi outside, he really wasn’t in the mood for such things!
“Is what you said true, Husband? I can do as I wish?”
Uh… Did he just say something wrong?
Why did he suddenly feel a chill run down his spine, and his waist start to ache faintly?
But seeing the expectant look on Pei Qingxuan’s face, it was impossible for him to say no.
“Mm.”
There was nothing for it—just agree for now.
When the time comes, he’ll deal with whatever happens.
At worst… just don’t get out of bed for a few days, what could be so terrible about that!
He would become the King of Riding, no matter what!
“Sit.”
Xu Ping’an sat down and glanced at the Golden Boat beside him.
“The other three are all inside the Tianming Bell. With the Red Gourd here, the sea of Blood Fiend Qi within hundreds of kilometers won’t pose any threat to them. For now, all we need to do is wait for a bit. Once the Red Gourd has absorbed all the nearby Blood Fiend Qi, this sea of blood will naturally fade away.”
Xu Ping’an sat down on a large rock, and Pei Qingxuan followed, promptly sitting right on his lap.
“My dear!?”
“There’s no one around to see anyway, so why not…”
“Ahem! My dear, please, show some restraint. Your husband isn’t that kind of casual man!”
“But I am. Isn’t that enough?”
The moment Pei Qingxuan blinked adorably and said this, Xu Ping’an instantly realized something.
Tonight, this public grain—he had no way out of paying it.
“My husband, please, take off your clothes.”
“Wait, let me do it myself. Can’t we go inside the Golden Boat first? I just feel awkward doing it out here…”
“Oh? Husband wants to do it in front of the Tianming Bell? I never thought you had such peculiar tastes.”
In front of the Tianming Bell?
Wait, could this be… Wife’s crime in the act!?
Good heavens, even he hadn’t thought of that, yet Pei Qingxuan had.
Such natural talent in this field—truly terrifying!
She gave Xu Ping’an no chance to refuse. In the end, his wife just couldn’t hold back.
By the Golden Boat, robes fluttered, the fairy danced as if bewitched.
Hair loose, joy stolen, water and moon melding with the bright moon above.
The moonlight was just right, and the night passed quietly in a flash.
The once boundless, blood-red sea had vanished without a trace.
All that remained was the Red Gourd, standing silently outside the Golden Boat, lingering in the echoes of the night’s sorrowful cries.
When Xu Ping’an opened his eyes again, outside the Golden Boat, dawn had already broken.
Yet, not a sound of bird, insect, or fish could be heard nearby.
All because the sea of Blood Fiend Qi had been so terrifying that every bird, beast, fish, and insect had fled.
For a while at least, it seemed no animal would dare approach this place.
Lowering his eyes to look at the beloved wife resting against his chest, Xu Ping’an gently brushed aside the black hair covering the tip of his nose, and couldn’t help but smile.
“This girl really does treat me like a workhorse.”
Gently detaching himself from his wife’s embrace, Xu Ping’an slipped his arm out, put on a jacket, and stepped out of the cabin.
Outside, everything was devoid of life.
Withered wood drifted, summer winds swept by.
Yet, among the fallen leaves and dead branches, a few tender sprouts had emerged, showing the indomitable vitality unique to nature.
For a hundred miles, not a blade of grass grew.
At least within the sea of Blood Fiend Qi, all living things had perished.
As for these tender sprouts, they must have either lain dormant underground, waiting for renewal, or drifted in from elsewhere to sprout overnight.
As for when the Blood Fiend Qi would dissipate completely, he no longer cared.
Supporting his slightly sore waist and glancing at the red marks on his chest, Xu Ping’an shook his head with resignation.
He walked over to the Red Gourd, picked it up, and gave it a gentle shake.
Instead of the expected sound of red sand, the gourd produced a sloshing of water.
Though not much—just enough to wet the bottom—
There were only a few drops of water.
Yet these drops were rare treasures.
Formed from condensed fiendish energy, though not as potent as the blood of Pangu, they were still objects defying the heavens.
A few drops, sprinkled anywhere, could raise a monster.
If fed to the corpse of someone who had just died, a single drop from the gourd could, in the next moment, give birth to a Golden-furred Howler.
He casually stuffed the gourd back into the Qian Kun Bag, then put the bag back into the Medicine Box.
Only then did Xu Ping’an turn and head for the Golden Boat.
As soon as he walked in, a delicate figure crashed into his arms without the slightest restraint.
“Husband~ where did you go?”
Feeling the soft, tender body of his beloved in his arms, Xu Ping’an couldn’t help but smile.
“I just went out to collect the gourd. Look at you, did you really think I’d leave? Come on, put your clothes on and let the other three out. They’ve been locked up for a whole day—let’s not have anything go wrong from being cooped up too long.”
At the mention of the other three, his wife’s lips instantly curled up.
Seeing this, Xu Ping’an couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh wryly.
“You—your lips could hang a bottle of soy sauce. All right, all right, stop being jealous. It’s all my fault, okay?
Let them out first.”
“Mm.”