Liusu

Qin Yi didn't have time to feel how great he was. The aftereffects of the heart-removal were now surging and spreading. He could no longer stand up. With a "clang," his Wolf Tooth Club hit the ground to support his body, and he knelt on one knee, panting weakly.

Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and everything seemed blurry and dizzy.

It's one thing to have other organs replace the heart's function, but the actual loss of a person's heart is the most fatal injury. The "Heartless God cultivation Cultivation Method" only allows you to stay alive; it doesn't mean you're unharmed.

Even if you have to live without a will, you should at least heal your wounds before you start living...

He had been holding on, but now that the enemy was dead, he couldn't hold on any longer once he had exhausted all his strength.

In a daze, he felt himself falling into the clouds, soft and comfortable. The aura of Jianmu and another familiar soul power surrounded his body, nourishing his body and warming his soul.

Qin Yi knew that the "cloud" was a manifestation of Liusu's soul, and he felt relieved. He quickly lay down and fell asleep among the clouds.

Baxia looked over there in silence.

The place where Qin Yi was lying was not a cloud at all, but a humanoid soul. Apart from still having a somewhat illusory feel, it already possessed the characteristics of True Person.

He lay in Liusu's arms, his head resting on the softest spot in front of Liusu.

It's not a cloud at all.

A person's Spirit Body, with its ability to sense the music, can achieve minor success in cloud-riding, radiate brilliance, and reach the Great Accomplishment of Qian Yuan. However, before reaching the formless stage, these are all Yin Spirit, generally invisible. Even if forcibly condensed into a visible form, it can only be a single color of gray or white.

The previous Liusu were like that; they were simply more textured than others.

But now Liusu is a pseudo-Yang God. To others, pseudo is pseudo, not a true Yang God. But to Liusu, she has already achieved all the qualities that a Yang God should have.

For example, such physical manifestations, or lifelike representations.

It was a flawless face, her cheeks still somewhat pale, but her lips already possessed a rosy, luscious color. The descriptions of "skin so delicate it could be broken with a touch" and "skin as white as snow" simply didn't do her justice... at least, while snow may be white, it doesn't possess her vibrant life.

Her nose was high and straight, her lips slightly pursed; her face exuded an air of extreme pride and determination. Baxia vaguely remembered the look in her eyes when he first glimpsed her—arrogant, cold, and disdainful of everything in the world. But that look was gone now... leaving only a pair of clear, autumn-water-like pupils, gazing gently and quietly at the man in her arms.

There was a hint of reproach in her eyes, as if she was blaming him for being so reckless and hurting her like this, but there was more heartache and a trace of anxiety in her eyes, just like... just like the expression on Qin Yi's face when he lovingly fed her the Forgetful Soul Heaven Pill.

Those perfect lips were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of a smile, just like when Qin Yi looked at the Little Ghost before, gentle and smiling, with a slightly mischievous smile.

Baxia found it hard to imagine that a person's expression could convey so much information; it was as if many of Qin Yi's expressions from different periods were now being reproduced on her.

Her Yang spirit naturally manifested as clothing. Baxia had seen this kind of clothing before, which carried very prominent characteristics of the Great Wilderness today, with an ancient exotic feel. The style and patterns were very different from those of Shenzhou, with the biggest difference being the hair ornaments.

The Liusu that Baxia had once seen had a crown on its head, with colorful Liusu hanging down in front of it, highlighting the majesty of antiquity, but also concealing its perfect face.

Despite differences in race and aesthetics, in the hearts of the powerful figures of that time, Liusu was universally recognized as the most beautiful woman in the world. It's just that no one dared to make a move against her; they were lucky if they weren't beaten to death.

Baxia knew she really liked this crown... because her name came from it.

But at this moment, she didn't conjure a crown, seemingly annoyed that it blocked her view of Qin Yi, and simply chose not to. Instead, her beautiful hair flowed freely, like Milky Way cascading down. She sat, her long, black hair spreading across the misty ground behind her like a black satin carpet. If she stood up, it would perhaps reach all the way to her calves.

No one keeps their hair that long now; it's an ancient custom, a very basic view of life.

Her legs were straight and long, casually stretched out together, leaning to one side, barefoot, her lotus feet as clear as jade. Qin Yi sat beside her, his legs together with hers, his body softly leaning against her, like a young couple resting on each other after a picnic.

Only the bloody hole in Qin Yi's chest hinted at what had just happened.

It wasn't that a powerful enemy was killed.

The world bears witness to this bond; in his heart, she is more important than himself.

So she held him, nestled her head in a part of herself that no one had ever touched—no, no one had ever seen—and sank into it, as if sinking into the clouds. The blood on his body had stained her soul red, but she didn't care.

Baxia had never seen Liusu so gentle and intellectual before. He had never even imagined it. If he were to travel back tens of thousands of years and say this, the Father God would probably slap him across the face: You've mistaken me for someone else, you bastard!

Baxia's inner thoughts lingered for a long time, but in reality, it only lasted a moment.

Liusu held Qin Yi, letting him rest his head on her chest. She only looked at him for a short while before the heart, which had been on one side of the scale, flew back to Qin Yi under her divine will, re-entering the large hole in his chest. Another pill automatically flew out of Qin Yi's Qin Yi and entered his mouth.

A Liusu hand points to the tassel.

Visibly, the heart and blood vessels are reconnecting, and even the lost blood is flowing back into the body.

The Liusu pointed again.

Once the heart has been remodeled, the external muscles also begin to heal.

One finger can shape the heart, another can heal flesh and bone.

Baxia was also somewhat impressed. Not to mention that Liusu's soul power seemed inferior to its own at this moment, her methods were truly ingenious. This was something that originally required sophisticated Law Power, Liusu used her soul power to invoke the Breath of Jian Mu here, and the effect was even better and faster.

When it comes to healing, this place is truly blessed.

This is Jianmu, the source of life, the place where life vitality is most vigorous. After Liusu finished the "operation," her divine sense spread out in the next moment, recklessly seizing and stuffing it all into Qin Yi's chest to help him heal completely.

Baxia's cheek twitched.

The idea of heart-removal sounds terrifying, but as long as it's not instant death, in the eyes of these powerful beings it's merely an external injury, and even the most difficult to heal has its limits. Especially with the power of the Jianmu tree, it's not a problem at all. But do you really want to seize the amount that could save tens of thousands of people and force it all onto your lover...? What if he gets overeaten?

Of course, Baxia wasn't stingy; it just found Liusu's appearance very... unusual.

She's like a lovestruck little woman.

Uh... uh? Wait...

Baxia stared in disbelief as Liusu lowered her head and gently kissed Qin Yi's face. Then, like a little fox stealing food, her eyes darted around, and she saw Baxia lying blankly in the distance.

Liusu's slightly pale face slowly turned crimson, and she jerked her head up as if electrocuted, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Baxia trembled.

The spirit of the thousand-foot-tall tortoise trembled, causing a slight tremor throughout the realm. Qin Yi was shaken, and his eyelids twitched slightly, as if he were about to wake up.

The Liusu "whoosh" transformed into a cloud, its face serene.

Baxia was speechless and couldn't help but send a telepathic message: "He hasn't woken up. Speaking of which, you two are such a perfect dao companion, almost like one person, why are you deliberately pretending to be a cloud and not letting him know the truth?"

Liusu glared at it, then declared defiantly, "I can steal a kiss from him, but he's not allowed to look at me and think about lewd things!"

Baxia felt that this expression could be aptly described by a cultured person, but unfortunately, the turtle was uncultured and couldn't describe it.

"What's with that expression?" The cloud that Liusu had transformed into carefully dragged Qin Yi along. Two more arms grew from the cloud's sides as it put its hands on its hips and said, "Go, bring me that Pixiu ring. His public restroom should have been locked a long time ago."

Baxia: "?"

Without explanation, Liusu's murderous intent resurfaced. "I'm going out to beat someone up. I hope it's not dead yet!"