Jiang Yin’s injuries weren’t severe, mostly superficial wounds. Her internal organs were all fine. Tang Muxi carried her into the house and began treating her wounds. Her clothes were covered in dust and blood, filthy beyond recognition, so the first thing to do was to take them off.
But when she tried, Jiang Yin firmly grabbed her wrist. “I’ll do it.” Her voice was as cold as ever, but this time it carried a hint of anger.
Tang Muxi knew exactly why she was angry. Instead of being scared, she retorted confidently, “You’re very weak.”
Jiang Yin’s expression darkened, her eyes sharp as blades, lips pressed into a thin line. If not for the slight redness at the tips of her ears, no one would know she was both angry and embarrassed.
“Tang Muxi.” Her voice was louder, on the verge of an outburst, full of warning.
Bai Ling, seeing Jiang Yin covered in blood, worriedly followed them inside to check on her. But after taking just a few steps, the strange atmosphere in the room made it hesitate, its little paws hanging in the air, wanting to go in but too scared to.
In the end, it followed its instincts and quietly slipped away.
Tang Muxi stared at her for a while, but eventually gave in.
She couldn’t push the big demon too far, or she’d hold a grudge and find a way to get back at her later.
Reluctantly, she let go and asked again, “Are you sure your soul is okay?” She had already checked once on the way back, and the curse of the Heavenly Demon Halberd had been lifted. But the big demon always lied to her, so she was a bit skeptical.
“It’s fine.” Jiang Yin’s tone softened a bit. “Go get some hot water and find some healing herbs.”
As if remembering something, she suddenly frowned and reminded, “Don’t let any blood.”
Her current injuries were all superficial. They looked serious, but for a cultivator, they weren’t a big deal. With some medicine and a bit of cultivation, she’d recover in no time. In comparison, the Demon Emperor Yin Sheng’s injuries might be more severe. That final full-force strike had hit the Soul Execution Disk directly, shattering the formation. The caster must have suffered a backlash.
A backlash from a divine artifact… it must be quite unpleasant.
“No bloodletting, got it.” Tang Muxi pursed her lips and agreed, then turned and left.
After she left, the room finally fell silent. Jiang Yin, now with some free time, leaned wearily against the wooden post by the bed.
The soft orange candlelight cast a warm glow on her face, adding a bit of life to her pale skin. Her long eyelashes fluttered in the light, her dark eyes deep and serene, exuding a casual, effortless beauty.
She was supposed to change her clothes, but Jiang Yin hadn’t moved an inch. Instead, she gently pressed her rounded fingertips to her red lips, her eyes blinking absentmindedly.
The moist kisses in the rainy night, the soft fragrant tongue, and the pounding heart were still vivid in her mind.
In two lifetimes, this was the first time she had been touched by someone.
A gentle breeze blew past, disturbing the candle flames, causing the warm light to flicker, each flicker seeming to touch the heart.
Jiang Yin’s eyes deepened, her fingertips unconsciously tightened, and her soft lips sank slightly, the sensation somewhat reminiscent of earlier. Realizing what she was thinking, Jiang Yin quickly withdrew her fingers as if shocked, furrowing her brows, a trace of frustration flashing in her eyes.
“I must be losing my mind.”
Cursing herself in self-disgust, she forcibly pulled her thoughts back and began to undress.
When Tang Muxi returned with a wooden bucket and healing medicines, she saw Jiang Yin wearing only a loose robe, with a single belt around her waist, exposing half of her collarbone and arm. She was instantly flustered.
Her hand trembled, nearly spilling the hot water.
“Senior Sister, I’m back.” Tang Muxi put down the bath bucket, sneaking a glance at the delicate ankle before quickly averting her gaze, her body tense, unsure how to react.
“Mm.” Jiang Yin responded absentmindedly, walking towards the bath bucket while starting to untie her belt.
She wore nothing underneath to facilitate cleaning the blood and dust. The belt was loosely tied, and with a gentle pull, it fell apart, revealing her tender skin, with faintly visible red burns.
Tang Muxi dared not look and quickly turned her back. Feeling it inappropriate to stay, she lifted her foot to leave.
However, after taking just two steps, she was called back: “Did you bring the medicine?” At the same time, she heard the faint sound of clothes falling and approaching footsteps, followed by the sound of water splashing. The bath bucket was quite full, and as someone entered, water quickly overflowed.
The delicate splashing on the ground was crisp, making one involuntarily listen closely.
“Yes, I brought it.” Tang Muxi suddenly thought of something and took out a cyan bottle, handing it to Jiang Yin without looking directly at her. “Senior Sister, pour this into the water; it should be good for your skin.”
As the warm water touched her wounds, a sharp pain spread through her body. Jiang Yin frowned slightly, reaching out to take the bottle. Upon opening it, a cool, snow-like fragrance wafted out, carrying a gentle power, its brilliance flowing.
This was Qingyu Dew, refined from various precious spiritual plants, capable of nourishing the body, removing impurities, and cleansing dirt, a top-grade Xuan-level elixir.
Although its grade wasn’t high, its ability to enhance beauty made it highly sought after among female cultivators, with prices comparable to Di-level elixirs.
Jiang Yin’s skin was currently burned, and even if it healed, scars would likely remain. With Qingyu Dew, she no longer had to worry about this issue.
Jiang Yin was speechless, holding the cyan bottle for a long time before smiling, “Are you really this wasteful? You should know I have many wounds, and this bottle might be used up entirely.”
Such generosity.
At first, he was unwilling to give her even a few spirit stones, but now he can hand over such precious items.
“How is it a waste?” Tang Muxi snorted lightly. “As long as it’s for Senior Sister, I don’t mind at all.”
Money can be earned again, but there is only one Jiang Yin. Since seeing her covered in burns today, Tang Muxi had decided to heal her no matter what, not allowing even the slightest flaw to remain.
Her Senior Sister should be the most beautiful person in the world, and no one should harm her in the slightest.
Jiang Yin’s fingertips tightened slightly, and she softly responded without saying more. But the words “as long as it’s for Senior Sister, I don’t mind” echoed in her heart for a long time.
After handing over the Clear Jade Dew, Tang Muxi took out all the medicinal pills and ointments she had found, introducing their effects one by one.
These were not as precious as the Clear Jade Dew, so she didn’t hand them to Jiang Yin directly but placed them on a wooden table nearby. The various medicines quickly filled the table.
After introducing their effects, Tang Muxi felt it was inappropriate to stay inside any longer, so she quietly moved behind the screen, waiting for Jiang Yin to get up.
Jiang Yin originally just wanted to clean off the bloodstains, which wouldn’t take long. But since she had received the Clear Jade Dew and many healing medicines, she decided to take a medicinal bath, healing her injuries while absorbing the medicinal power.
The medicinal bath was effective, and with the Clear Jade Dew, the burns on her skin quickly eased. Some of the lighter injuries healed directly, leaving no trace.
Healing wounds takes time and cannot be rushed. When Jiang Yin felt it was about time, she got out of the bath, stored the remaining medicines in her storage ring, and planned to heal gradually.
The curse on her soul had been completely lifted, leaving no worries. In the following days, Jiang Yin relaxed, taking medicinal baths daily and absorbing the essence she bought from Hun Er. With the nourishment of various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, not only did her injuries heal rapidly, but her cultivation also soared, quickly breaking through to the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment stage.
Tang Muxi was quite upset, not understanding why her cultivation was progressing so fast.
But in reality, although this speed seemed fast, it was nothing compared to her previous life.
In her previous life, without the events of the Heavenly Demon Halberd and the Soul Extermination Disk, Jiang Yin had transformed her spiritual roots and then encountered a corpse cultivator’s mansion, where she cultivated.
The blood pool and inheritance in that mansion were all used by her, eventually allowing her to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.
This life had been full of changes. Although the hidden dangers of her spiritual roots were resolved and she obtained divine artifacts, she was targeted by the Demon Emperor. The blood pool and soul-reviving grass in the corpse cultivator’s mansion were all used to resist the Demon Emperor, with no improvement in her cultivation. In hindsight, it was somewhat of a loss.
Fortunately, the Imprisoning Demon Sword absorbed enough power to feed back to her, which was better than nothing.
The half-month period had arrived, and according to the agreement, Tang Muxi should go with Jiang Yin to the corpse cultivator’s mansion.
But now the mansion was destroyed, reduced to ruins, with nothing left to see.
Jiang Yin mentioned that there was Transformation Grass in the mansion, so Tang Muxi went to the ruins to try her luck, but unsurprisingly, she found nothing.
“Why don’t we just go find Wen Mingyu?” After returning from the pile of stones, Tang Muxi lay exhausted on the bed, not moving an inch.
Since Wen Mingyu liked the little snow fox so much, she would definitely help when she saw it transform.
The Treasure Pavilion gathered treasures from all over the world, so a mere Transformation Grass was nothing.
Jiang Yin, however, was somewhat reluctant. “Let’s wait a bit longer.”
“Why? Didn’t she give us a token? We might as well use it.” Tang Muxi was puzzled.
Jiang Yin shook her head slightly. “Don’t owe favors.”
Although it was compensation for them, once used, it would be hard to disentangle.
Jiang Yin always felt that Wen Mingyu had other plans for Bai Ling. Otherwise, why would an ordinary person pay attention to a snow fox and repeatedly give it spiritual fruits?
She feared that if they contacted Wen Mingyu again, it wouldn’t be long before Bai Ling was tricked away.
Jiang Yin didn’t like Bai Ling because it always clung to Tang Muxi. But she had to admit, as a Golden Core fox demon, it was quite useful and could be kept around as a laborer.
Tang Muxi didn’t feel like she owed a favor and was somewhat displeased at being contradicted.
But she couldn’t argue with the big demon, so she had to temporarily put the matter aside and instead search within the Misty Peak.
Transformation Pills weren’t necessary; they just helped the demon race transform more smoothly. If they couldn’t find any, Bai Ling would have to rely on its own efforts.
Time passed leisurely. To avoid falling too far behind Jiang Yin, Tang Muxi also began to train diligently. The Floating Immortal Island was already rich in spiritual energy, and with the cold pool water in her storage ring, her cultivation speed was quite fast.
Before long, she broke through from the third level of Foundation Establishment to the fifth level. She spent her days practicing and meditating, continuing to learn alchemy, and searching for treasures in the mountains during her free time. Her days were quite fulfilling.
By the end of the month, the weather gradually cooled, and autumn was approaching.
Tang Muxi saw that Jiang Yin was still dressed lightly and always reminded her to keep warm.
Jiang Yin found this both amusing and exasperating, not understanding why a cultivator would fear the cold. At the Foundation Establishment stage, who wouldn’t know how to use protective spiritual energy? However, the cloak was handmade by Tang Muxi with great care, and no matter how indifferent she was, she couldn’t refuse it, so she had to wear it.
She waited a few days and finally received news of the contract signing just as the one-month period was about to end.
Hun Er accepted the master-servant contract.
