Fierce Therapy

"I was just asking, why are you so fierce? Be careful, no one will dare marry you later." Xian Wu rubbed the red slap mark on his right cheek with his Left Hand.

This little vixen, she hit too hard. I just asked if she washed her feet, why such a strong reaction.

Hmph, guilty conscience, she definitely didn't wash her feet!

"You dare say that again!" Xiao Ning'er's apricot eyes widened, wishing she could pin this scoundrel Xian Wu to the ground and beat him severely.

Since she was little, she had never let any man touch her except her grandfather and father.

Now that he had taken such great advantage of her, he... he actually disliked it. It was too insulting.

Seeing Xiao Ning'er raise her hand, Xian Wu flinched and quickly said, "I won't say it, I won't say it, okay? My treatment method is very aggressive and forceful, you'll have to bear with it."

He tightly gripped Xiao Ning'er's jade foot with his right hand, and Soul Force surged out from Xian Wu's Left Hand, like an opened faucet.

The Soul Force aggressively drilled into her skin, seeping into her meridians, like an impact drill, fiercely striking the solidified Yin energy.

"Ah!!!" Xiao Ning'er let out a heart-wrenching scream and reflexively kicked out.

Xian Wu was already on guard.

He tightly grasped Xiao Ning'er's ankle with his right hand, crossed his legs in a cross shape, and tightly entangled Xiao Ning'er's other leg.

"Stop screaming!" Xian Wu roared, his eardrums almost shattered just now.

"Serious illnesses require strong medicine! It's not me scaring you, if you don't treat this illness, by the time you reach Bronze One Star, at best you'll be seriously ill, and at worst, you'll explode and die. Think about it yourself!" After speaking, Xian Wu released Xiao Ning'er's left leg and right ankle.

Xiao Ning'er hugged her right foot, rolling on the ground in pain, her sacred and aloof goddess aura completely gone.

Rubbing the dust and germs off his right hand with his Left Hand, Xian Wu massaged his right cheek.

Hiss—it really hurts.

I got slapped for treating her illness, I'm more wronged than Dou E.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Ning'er recovered. She sat up, tears welling up in her eyes, and looked resentfully up at the culprit.

Xian Wu felt a bit awkward. He shrugged and raised four fingers, "I swear to the moon, I am absolutely not taking personal revenge."

"The Guidance Technique is like this... uh... fierce. If you really can't stand the pain, then we won't treat it. When you cultivate to Bronze One Star and explode and die, don't blame me for not warning you."

He treated himself the same way, why didn't he find it painful? So delicate!

As a daughter of a prominent family, look at Hu Yan Lan Ruo, she fell off a dog's back and her butt was scraped raw without a sound. Look at you, Xiao Ning'er, you can't stand such a little pain, it's no wonder your Winged Dragon Family is in decline.

"Come, continue!" Forcing down her anger and pain, Xiao Ning'er took out a soft cloth from her spatial ring and bit down on it.

Xian Wu nodded, looking down at Xiao Ning'er with satisfaction, "That's more like it, don't let me look down on you. Also, don't kick me again, I'll easily interrupt the treatment if I get distracted."

Supporting herself with her arms behind her, Xiao Ning'er leaned back and tremblingly extended her jade foot again.

Xian Wu roughly pulled her into his arms.

He tightly gripped her ankle with his right hand, and gathered Soul Force in his Left Hand, spraying it out like a high-pressure water gun.

The piercing pain immediately tensed Xiao Ning'er's delicate body.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms, drawing blood.

She bit down hard on the soft cloth, her facial muscles contorted from the pressure.

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her delicate and beautiful eyebrows furrowed into two knots, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if playing the keys of a piano for Beethoven's Symphony of Fate.

"Bear with it, the bruised lesion on your foot is quite stubborn. It will probably take about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before it's healed." Xian Wu said while using his Soul Force steel file to fiercely impact the Yin energy blocking her meridians.

Crackling... crackling... crackling...

Xian Wu showed no mercy, diligently clearing the Yin energy that was blocking Xiao Ning'er's meridians.

Spirit Masters absorb Moonlight Essence when cultivating Soul Force at night, and they also absorb the Yin energy scattered between Heaven and Earth.

They are both Yin energies. If not refined in time, they can easily condense together and block the meridians.

With blocked meridians, the channels for absorbing and refining Soul Force are blocked, making it extremely difficult to continue cultivating Soul Force.

The moon hung high in the sky, shyly observing the two small figures on the ground.

Xian Wu lay on the ground in a starfish position, covered in sweat.

Xiao Ning'er lay on the ground in a small 'x' position, covered in sweat.

She swore to the moon that she would never cultivate Soul Force at night again. The price was too great; she almost died of pain.

If it weren't for the torment of illness she had endured daily for the past year, which had strengthened her soul's resilience, she would have fainted from the pain midway through the treatment.

Was that scoundrel Xian Wu doing it on purpose? Who treats an illness like torture?

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Spitting out the chewed-through soft cloth, Xiao Ning'er managed to prop herself up with her arm.

She was covered in sweat, as if she had just taken a hot bath, but it was sticky everywhere, making her very uncomfortable.

By the light of the bonfire, she looked down at the bruise on her foot. The color had faded considerably, becoming similar to the bruise on Xian Wu's face...

From this, it seemed that Xian Wu had not deceived her. The Guidance Technique for treating the Extreme Cold Syndrome was indeed effective.

However, the method of treatment was too rough, giving her a feeling of being... violated.

Standing up, Xiao Ning'er tried to walk a few steps. Her steps were faltering and unsteady, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Xiao Ning'er wrinkled her cute little nose as she glanced at Xian Wu, who was lying on the ground, panting heavily.

Why did he look more exhausted than she did after being treated? He hadn't felt any pain at all.

"Hey, you jerk, stop playing dead," Xiao Ning'er said, giving Xian Wu a light kick.

Xian Wu slightly parted his eyelids, but the scenery he wanted to see wasn't there; Xiao Ning'er's skirt was rather modest.

"Jerk? Is that how you address your savior?" Xian Wu said displeasedly. "I knew it, disciples from wealthy families are all the same. They discard you once you're no longer useful, abandon you after crossing the river, and beat the monk after reciting the scriptures..."

"Shut up!" Xiao Ning'er's head hurt from his rambling. She took out a promissory note from her spatial ring, bent down, and stuffed it into Xian Wu's mouth.

After finishing this, Xiao Ning'er stood up and put on her shoes.

Xian Wu opened the promissory note and quickly scanned it. Xiao Ning'er's handwriting was beautiful, graceful as a startled swan, and flowing like a dragon.

"Guess you have some conscience." Rolling up the note again, Xian Wu lay back down on the ground.

Xiao Ning'er put on her shoes and said in a cool voice, "See you here tomorrow, don't be late. Classmate Xian Wu, you wouldn't want the cooked Bronze Demonic Spirit to get away, would you?"