Body's Anomaly

The stiffness in his body grew stronger. Yi Yun's arms and legs were completely immobile. The sensation began to spread towards his chest, abdomen, and head. He couldn't speak, couldn't hear, and his vision blurred.

He only felt the tears dripping onto his face – Jiang Xiaorou's tears.

She was shouting something desperately, but Yi Yun could only vaguely see her lips moving. Her voice sounded stretched out, completely unintelligible!

Yi Yun felt an extreme sense of unwillingness. Mustering his willpower, he struggled to move his stiff tongue and managed to say with difficulty, "Lian... Lian Chengyu..."

Yi Yun's voice was unclear, but Jiang Xiaorou still made it out. "Lian Chengyu? Lian Chengyu harmed you?"

Yi Yun could no longer speak. He felt the stiff, cold sensation, like that of a corpse, spreading to his chest and converging towards his heart.

Once his heart lost sensation and stopped beating, his life would end.

Yi Yun felt like a fish on the verge of death, unable to move, unable to breathe, just waiting to die. Unexpectedly, as the numbness spread to his chest, a wave of coldness washed over him.

This coolness was so distinct, so familiar. It was like a clear spring, cleansing his body!

Purple Crystal!

Yi Yun rejoiced inwardly. This was the feeling from the Purple Crystal. Even at his worst, he could still sense the Purple Crystal!

The stiffness was supposed to spread throughout his entire body, but it encountered its nemesis, the Purple Crystal, when it reached his chest. The Purple Crystal had always been kept close to his body, inside his clothes, near his chest.

The moment the Purple Crystal was activated, Yi Yun felt a small vortex appear in his chest.

This small vortex was inconspicuous, but—

Swish!

With a soft sound, without struggle or suspense, Yi Yun felt his entire body lighten. All the energy coursing through his meridians was absorbed by the Purple Crystal, and the stiffness in his body vanished.

Yi Yun's senses fully returned. He moved his arms and limbs; there was nothing abnormal. He had just broken out in a sweat from the recent tension.

It's over?

Yi Yun found it unbelievable. After being triggered, the Purple Crystal had healed him in an instant, less than a second.

This...

Yi Yun touched the Purple Crystal on his chest, speechless and stunned. What exactly was this Purple Crystal?

"Yun'er, how are you? Don't scare your sister!"

Jiang Xiaorou watched as Yi Yun, who had been completely stiff, began to move but then stared blankly. She was extremely anxious.

"I'm fine, Sister Xiaorou. I... I'm completely fine..." As Yi Yun spoke, he felt something was wrong. Just as he finished the last few words, he felt an intense nausea surge from his stomach.

"Gack!"

Without warning, an extreme sense of nausea overwhelmed him, and Yi Yun vomited.

Previously, when Yi Yun vomited, his stomach was empty, and he only threw up sour fluid. But this time was different. What he vomited out were black blood clots, accompanied by a foul odor!

This terrified Jiang Xiaorou, turning her face pale. In this world, for commoners to vomit blood was basically a death sentence.

Yi Yun continued to vomit uncontrollably. Not only from his mouth but also a layer of foul-smelling sweat broke out on his body, sticky and resembling black mud.

Seeing Yi Yun sweating and vomiting, Jiang Xiaorou disregarded the stench filling the room and hastily wiped his mouth and patted his back.

"Yun'er, Yun'er, don't scare your sister. What's wrong? What happened?"

Jiang Xiaorou's voice trembled.

Yi Yun had no chance to answer. He had vomited out the black blood, but strangely, he didn't feel extremely weak. Instead, he felt much better. Apart from an empty stomach and extreme hunger, Yi Yun felt perfectly fine all over.

So hungry.

Yi Yun felt that if a whole roasted lamb and a roasted pig were placed before him, he could devour them all.

"Sister... I'm fine. I'm just hungry, and... I want to take a bath."

The sticky sweat on his body felt like a muddy shell, making him incredibly uncomfortable.

"Yun'er, you're hungry?"

Hearing Yi Yun's words, Jiang Xiaorou's heart leaped with joy. In ancient times, a significant measure of a person's health was whether they could eat.

Whether it was "Lian Po is old, can he still eat?" or Zhuge Liang's "Kong Ming bowl" – which looked enormous but was shallow inside with limited capacity, used to awe enemies – this point was evident.

This standard was quite reliable.

Jiang Xiaorou wiped away her tears and hurried to cook. While the coarse grain porridge was simmering, she also prepared a bath for Yi Yun and cleaned up the mess he had vomited.

Yi Yun took a comfortable bath, feeling more refreshed than ever.

And strangely, after his bath, Yi Yun felt his eyesight had improved significantly. He could see the veins on the leaves of trees from seven or eight meters away.

Huh?

Yi Yun was slightly taken aback. Before he could think further, he heard Jiang Xiaorou call out, "The porridge is ready! Yun'er, come and eat!"

"Coming!"

Yi Yun also smelled the aroma of the coarse grain porridge.

It was strange, but the coarse grain porridge, which he used to find hard to swallow, now had a subtle sweetness to it.

Yi Yun ate two large bowls of coarse grain porridge in one go. He felt the porridge being completely digested as soon as it entered his stomach. After finishing the two bowls, Yi Yun still felt hungry, but he had regained much of his strength and felt invigorated.

"Yun'er, are you feeling any better?"

Beside Yi Yun, Jiang Xiaorou hadn't eaten a bite. She had been watching Yi Yun the entire time. Seeing that he had such a good appetite, a flicker of hope ignited within her. Perhaps Yun'er was truly recovering!

Although Jiang Xiaorou wasn't a doctor, she knew that healing involved the flow of Blood Essence.

Actually, when she thought about it carefully, the scene of Yi Yun vomiting blood, while terrifying, wasn't fresh blood he had coughed up, but black blood.

Perhaps this was all stagnant blood within Yi Yun's body. Vomiting stagnant blood might not be a bad thing after all.

Furthermore, the sweat that had covered Yi Yun's body was incredibly dirty. Vomiting stagnant blood and sweating out impurities... could Yun'er have turned misfortune into a blessing?

"Sister, I'm fine. I've never felt better than I do today..."

Before Yi Yun could finish speaking, he felt a soft body embrace him tightly.

"It's good that you're okay. You scared me to death, Sister..." Jiang Xiaorou's voice was soft. In this Great Wilderness, filled with slaughter, bullying, and death, she and her younger brother were each other's only family, relying on one another for survival...

She held Yi Yun's body tightly, as if afraid of losing him if she let go.

After holding him for a while, Jiang Xiaorou wiped away her tears. She thoroughly examined Yi Yun, and after confirming he was alright, she asked, "You mentioned Lian Chengyu's name earlier. Did Lian Chengyu harm you?"

Yi Yun hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sister Xiaorou, I think Lian Chengyu has improper intentions towards you!"

Yi Yun's words made Jiang Xiaorou's face flush. "You're just a child, what nonsense are you talking about?"

For a child of eleven or twelve to speak of improper intentions was indeed strange.

"That Lian Chengyu is too wicked!"

Jiang Xiaorou said through gritted teeth. Lian Chengyu had treated her brother this way, yet she was powerless against him. Lian Chengyu was too strong, and the entire Warrior Reserve Camp answered to his command.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed. Jiang Xiaorou jumped in fright and turned to see the courtyard gate being kicked open. A burly man barged in. (New week, requesting recommendation tickets. This is a new book, currently unsupported, please give it your backing.)