Chapter 795 - 310: Seizing the Momentum!
Luo Qingyao raised two pinky fingers.
Fan Wubing retorted without much argument, helplessly saying, "You’re neither gentle nor a big sister, yet I still like you."
"Senior brother, you annoying person!" Luo Qingyao stomped hard on Fan Wubing’s foot, then ran off.
Fan Wubing held his forehead.
Alright, I said the wrong thing.
He quickly chased after her.
Luo Qingyao had a flaw, she loved to be capricious. But she also had a virtue, she was easy to coax.
The two of them wandered around the city. During their outing, Luo Qingyao always gave Fan Wubing the feeling that they were still training in the Eternal Immortal Sect. Decades had passed, yet this grown-up girl still retained her youthful heart, never letting it go.
The tense situation rarely allowed for too many relaxed and pleasant moments.
In the afternoon, Fan Wubing received a plea for help from Ye Wuyue, so he took An An and headed to the Immortal Continent at the fastest speed.
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Changning City, Demon Extermination Bureau.
Ye Wuyue kept her head down by the window of Guan Xin. She looked quite haggard. Since the Celestial Venerable Mihua Demon Cultivator incident, she hadn’t rested. Previously, using the Unruffled Platform three times continuously on Fangcun Platform burdened her body and exhausted her mind, leaving her utterly spent.
Beside her, Bai Yihuan said worriedly,
"Why don’t you go rest for a while? I’ve already informed Wenxin Heaven that Great Saint Yan Cheng is on the way."
Ye Wuyue forced a smile, "Don’t worry, I’m fine."
Bai Yihuan said, "In three days, you’ll have to judge Celestial Venerable Mihua, you need to rest and prepare."
"It’s alright." Ye Wuyue looked at the unconscious Guan Xin on the bed, her mind inevitably scattering. She shook her head and circulated her internal energy to stay alert.
Bai Yihuan hurriedly stopped her,
"Your body is already at its limit, don’t force it!"
"I... I must wait for her to wake up." Ye Wuyue clenched her fist, "She helped me so much. Yet... I couldn’t even protect her safe and sound."
"Everyone’s abilities have limits, you’ve already done your best within them. Don’t push yourself."
"I..."
A gentle breeze blew in from outside the window. Fan Wubing appeared next to Ye Wuyue, softly saying,
"Take a rest. Leave the rest to me."
Seeing Fan Wubing, Ye Wuyue finally relaxed her tense nerves,
"Brother..."
Exhaustion washed over her like a tide. Ye Wuyue collapsed into Fan Wubing’s arms, falling asleep, her face full of contentment.
Fan Wubing said to Bai Yihuan,
"Take her to rest."
Bai Yihuan let out a long breath, "It’s good you’re here. I couldn’t persuade her no matter what, it took you, the good brother. I’ll leave Guan Xin to you. Her lifeblood writing energy has dissipated, her situation isn’t optimistic."
"Don’t worry."
Bai Yihuan carried Ye Wuyue away.
Fan Wubing looked at Guan Xin, quietly saying,
"You have finally surpassed yourself. Truthfully adhering to reality is a worthy principle, but the world is itself a great spiral surrounding us."
He thought Guan Xin had finally found her own grand path.
Yet she was still as always, not considering herself.
Back at the Eternal Night Snow Mountain, it was the same, gifting away her precious lifeblood writing energy so easily.
Fan Wubing began examining her injuries, his spirit probing into her Purple Mansion when he immediately discovered. Her Purple Mansion was filled with a chaos of characters. These characters were chaotic and disordered, broken into short phrases.
He attempted to reposition these phrases, to gather Guan Xin’s lifeblood writing energy back together.
But the issue was...
He didn’t know the correct sequence for these phrases.
When it came to literature, he truly wasn’t proficient. Moreover, the texts in Guan Xin’s Purple Mansion seemed extremely profound, carrying a profundity as deep as the universe.
If it were physical, spiritual, or grand path injuries, he could heal them quickly.
But lifeblood writing energy dispersal...
He pondered for a while, but truly couldn’t find a good solution.
So, Fan Wubing thought, he might as well piece it together word by word, spending more time; eventually, he would succeed. Seeing the ocean of words in Guan Xin’s Purple Mansion, he fell silent, admitting he had underestimated how difficult "piecing" was.
Thus, he took a deep breath, his right hand brought two fingers together, and in a low voice, said,
"Disciple in trouble, asks for Master’s assistance!"
Then, he formed a seal and flicked it.
In the next moment, a book on the desk next to him trembled violently, then flew to him, rapidly flipping open.
As the pages flipped, the characters therein turned into runes, twisting and forming the shape of Yushan Daoist, bit by bit.
This Yushan Daoist, composed of book characters, stood beside Fan Wubing as if real flesh and blood.
Fan Wubing hissed in applause, "Master’s entrance is truly... intriguing."
Yushan Daoist smiled,
"As if your past self was a stream of light, appearing in an instant."
"Hehe. But Master, quickly check on her, she is your precious student from Wenxin Heaven."
Yushan Daoist looked at Guan Xin and said,
"Lifeblood writing energy dispersed, Literary Dao true meaning running amok, it backfired on the spirit. Very simple."
He gently tapped Guan Xin’s brow with his finger.
A miracle, like a drop of ink, merged into it.
The next moment, Fan Wubing saw the chaotic Literary Dao true meanings in Guan Xin’s Purple Mansion gradually return to their proper places. In just a few breaths, her characters stabilized completely, and her spirit returned to normal.
"That quickly!"
Yushan Daoist smiled,
"Her Literary Dao true meaning is similar to mine, so it didn’t take much effort. I didn’t expect this little one had read all my works and even grasped their true meanings. Quite talented, truly talented!"
He regretfully said, "I really want to have a good exchange with her, but unfortunately, it’s not the right time."
"Hmm~" As Guan Xin’s consciousness returned, she lightly grunted.
Yushan Daoist said,
"She’s alright now, just help her stabilize her spirit further."
Afterward, his form disintegrated into countless characters, returning to the pages of the book.
Guan Xin held her head, trying to sit up.
Fan Wubing said,
"Just lie down and rest."
Guan Xin’s eyes quickly regained clarity, "Thank you, Young Master Fan."
"Why so formal?" Fan Wubing used "The Heart’s Furnace" to warm and nourish Guan Xin’s spirit.
Guan Xin felt warmth at her brow, smiled, and said, "Did Wuyue ask you to come?"
"Yes, she was terribly anxious. But she’s resting now."
"She’s really been through a lot."
"You knew you couldn’t stop Celestial Venerable Shangli, so why take that risk?"
Guan Xin softly said, "I didn’t think much; I just stepped in when I saw him take action."
Fan Wubing said, "You’re amazing."
Guan Xin looked at him, "You are. Weren’t the intelligence reports on Celestial Venerable Mihua provided by you?"
The answer wasn’t.
Fan Wubing knew it was likely Jiang Sha’s arrangement.
He shook his head with a smile, "I don’t have such abilities."
Guan Xin didn’t ask further.
"Alright, for the next while, just focus on recovering, don’t take action lightly."
"Yes, thank you."
"No more formalities." Fan Wubing reluctantly said, "Being cultured doesn’t mean being so distant."
Guan Xin smiled slightly,
"Alright."
"Rest now, I’ll check on Wuyue."
"Okay."
Guan Xin lay back, her mind sinking into her Purple Mansion.
Suddenly, she paused,
"Strange... my Literary Dao true meaning shouldn’t be so orderly!"
She found that after her lifeblood writing energy regrouped, the Literary Dao true meaning it encapsulated was much more organized than before.
Especially the writings concerning the Jade Ancestor.
Those truths, which were previously complex and profound to her, now seemed much clearer as if they had been dissected.
Feeling this, she immediately became quite excited, completely forgetting Fan Wubing’s advice, quickly getting up, dressing, grabbing paper and pen, and immersing herself in research with intense focus.