Lin Zhongyu had never seen Yun Zhonghe before, not even during the “chance encounter” That happened here.
Because of the poison of emotions, she didn’t dare to take a good look at Yun Zhonghe’s appearance.
However, just a quick glance caused her to secretly think to herself, “This person is definitely not a bad person.”
Yun Zhonghe seemed to be genuinely trying to force the poison out of her, and he was doing it carefully, as if afraid of touching her.
He was even avoiding contact with areas that could allow it.
This…he really has a sense of discretion.
Yun Zhonghe didn’t know what Lin Zhongyu was thinking.
At this moment, he just wanted to quickly clear up the relationship and distance himself from this female lead, so he could live a carefree young master’s life in this world.
He needed to force the poison out quickly, or he would be caught up in the original plot’s whirlwind.
Fortunately, Yun Zhonghe had reincarnated, not transmigrated, so his memories and skills from his previous life remained intact.
He swiftly and steadily continued to apply the needles to Lin Zhongyu’s fragrant back, changing the original method of sealing acupoints into one that forced out the poison.
His speed…without twenty years of single life experience, he couldn’t have accomplished this.
After a moment, the emotion poison inside Lin Zhongyu was successfully forced out.
“Pfft!”
Suddenly, Lin Zhongyu coughed out a mouthful of black blood, and the dense silver needles on her back also fell to the ground.
The black blood splashed on the ground and emitted a pinkish vapor—this was the pheromone-laden emotional poison.
Lin Zhongyu propped up her weak body with one hand, while the other held her clothes to her chest.
Her delicate lips parted slightly as she gasped, and her refined face gradually returned to normal.
Her black hair cascaded over her chest, and it almost seemed as if a pair of rabbits were about to jump out.
Yun Zhonghe: “!!!”
Lin Zhongyu was only fourteen years old, with a graceful figure and ideal proportions.
Although her chest and back were less impressive compared to many later characters, she had the slender, idealized beauty of an Eastern fantasy maiden.
When he was applying the needles to her back earlier, Yun Zhonghe was also stunned by her slim waist.
Many CG images of Lin Zhongyu from his previous life appeared in his mind.
He had to admit, the real person was far more captivating than the images.
No, no, no, I still have time to be amazed by Huang Ao tian’s women?
Am I trying to get myself killed?”
Yun Zhonghe quickly slapped himself to snap out of it.
Lin Zhongyu took a moment to adjust herself, feeling the stable spiritual power inside her body.
She then looked at Yun Zhonghe with a grateful expression.
“Mr. Yun, you really helped me expel the poison from my body!”
She moved slightly and inched closer to him.
Yun Zhonghe: ???
What are you doing?
Don’t repay my kindness with enmity, please.
I’ve already forced out all the poison, so why don’t you just leave me alone?
The closer you stay, the more dangerous my life becomes.
Yun Zhonghe was on high alert.
It was a well-known fact that yellow-haired characters and female protagonists didn’t mix, so it was better to keep some distance.
Yun Zhonghe feigned humility: “Miss Lin, there is no need to be so polite. As cultivators, when we encounter someone in difficulty, we should lend a helping hand. If one cultivates only for themselves, they will only narrow their path.”
Upon hearing Yun Zhonghe’s words, Lin Zhongyu’s eyes froze.
“Cultivating only for oneself…” Wasn’t that exactly how she used to be?
In the past, she was extraordinarily talented, but she worked hard only to win her parents’
praise, to earn others’ respect.
Back then, she only thought of herself.
Maybe it was because of this selfish mindset that the heavens took away her talent.
Arrogant, self-centered people didn’t deserve such power.
Indeed, as cultivators, we should be able to uphold justice and help the weak.
Our cultivation and power are just external things.
She was too concerned with her own strength, and that’s why she fell so low.
Lin Zhongyu’s inner world was undergoing a huge change at that moment.
It was like an epiphany.
Yun Zhonghe, who had only spoken to avoid accepting her gratitude, unintentionally caused her mind to spin wildly as she reflected deeply.
At that moment, Lin Zhongyu felt that she had understood something.
It was as if some kind of shackles had been lifted from her heart, and her mindset became clear.
She realized that Yun Zhonghe’s words were meant to awaken her, especially considering that the entire city of Cangzhou knew about her recent scandal of being dumped by her fiancé.
Since she had become a cripple, apart from Xue’er, everyone else mocked and ridiculed her.
Yet, Yun Zhonghe not only helped her but also took her dignity into consideration, offering advice in a tactful manner.
This was the first time she had received help from anyone other than Xue’er.
When she looked at Yun Zhonghe again, he stood with his back to the setting sun, and the afterglow of the sun shone on his brilliant golden hair.
“Ah, such dazzling yellow hair!”
“Mr. Yun, you… are completely different from the rumors!”
Yun Zhonghe tilted his head, “Hmm? What do you mean?”
Lin Zhongyu, who had always been frowning, finally relaxed, revealing the innocent and romantic smile of a young girl.
“Many people in Cangzhou City say you are cold-hearted, cunning, and deceitful, but now I feel that those were just slanders and attacks against you.”
As she spoke, she clenched her fists in righteous anger, looking as if she wanted to rewrite Yun Zhonghe’s reputation.
Yun Zhonghe: ???
Please, I’m just a yellow-haired guy.
Don’t give me any strange feelings, female lead.
Yun Zhonghe felt the plot was starting to skew a bit, but it wasn’t bad.
At least this way, he wouldn’t die immediately at the start.
He had been keeping track of time in his mind, aware that Huang Aotian was nearing.
So, he cupped his hands towards Lin Zhongyu: “Miss Lin, now that the poison has been expelled, I will take my leave. Farewell.”
It was better to leave now before things got worse, and Huang Ao tian arrived—who knew what kind of trouble that would cause.
After speaking, Yun Zhonghe didn’t wait for Lin Zhongyu’s response, activating his spiritual energy to its maximum and quickly leaving the scene.
Watching Yun Zhonghe’s retreating figure, Lin Zhongyu opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopped herself.
Since losing her cultivation, Lin Zhongyu had witnessed the harsh realities of the world.
Now that someone had helped her, she was overwhelmed with gratitude, but the fact that the person had turned and left so quickly also left her with a sense of loss.
Lin Zhongyu’s jade-like hand clutched the clothes on her chest, feeling a strange sensation deep within:
“Why do I feel this subtle sense of loss?”
She was still young and didn’t fully understand what was happening, but she secretly vowed that when she had the chance to rise again, she would definitely repay Yun Zhonghe for his help.
On the other side, Yun Zhonghe was relieved that he had left quickly, because as soon as he stepped out of the forest, he sensed an incredibly powerful aura rapidly rushing toward the forest.
The aura was so overwhelming that Yun Zhonghe felt a sense of embarrassment.
At his current level of cultivation, which was the ninth layer of Qi Refining, he could still feel the oppressive force from that aura.
It was a pressure that only a Foundation Establishment cultivator could emit.
Clearly, this aura must be from the true destined female lead.
Upon hearing about Yun Zhonghe’s attempt to harm Lin Zhongyu, she had exploded in rage and was now charging over with great fury.
Based on Yun Zhonghe’s experience with “yellow butter” (a reference to a type of anime fan content), he knew that the storyline where Huang Ao tian angrily slashes a yellow-haired character was a plotline without any branching choices.
If she believed that the yellow-haired character was attempting to defile her beloved childhood friend, Huang Ao tian would lose all reason and, without asking a single question, would simply draw her sword and cleave him in two.