Section 13: The Princess Applies Medicine

Behind every successful man, there is not necessarily a woman, but there is certainly a story heavy with weight.

In his past life, his foster father Shu Tianhao died, leaving behind the Drunken Snow Blade and a final command for Chu Yun to succeed him as the master of Shu Family Island. Before that, Chu Yun's swordsmanship was unremarkable. After that, he spent at least two hours every single day practicing his blade.

Through wind and rain, his diligent practice never ceased!

Back then, in his eyes, the Drunken Snow Blade was the shadow of his foster father. The emotions he poured into his practice were tragic and desolate—a mourning for his old man.

Later on, through exploring mysteries and surviving perilous trials, his already excellent swordsmanship was tempered between life and death, gradually ascending to the hall of mastery and reaching the realm of Great Success.

It could be said that Chu Yun's swordsmanship was not a whit inferior to that of the Island Master, Shu Tianhao.

Demon weapons have their own standards when choosing a master. If not for this, how could Chu Yun have been acknowledged by the Drunken Snow Blade when he slew Remnant Wolf?

Of course, the secret of his rebirth was known to no one. To outsiders, such mastery of the blade was nothing short of monstrous talent—a genius among geniuses of the blade!

Only Chu Yun knew that his aptitude was actually only slightly above average. What people called genius was merely the accumulation of sweat from his past life.

Rebirth did not erase his memories or experience; this was his greatest capital and wealth at present.

"The Shu Clan Blade Technique is a standard military martial art. It is suited for slaughter on the battlefield, characterized by wide, sweeping motions, ferocity, and ruthlessness. However, it lacks essential long-range attack methods and auxiliary techniques, making it ill-suited for one-on-one duels. There is still room for improvement. Heavenly Song Academy should have superior blade arts; I will keep an eye out for them in the future. But after today's battle, I fear I shall be bedridden for at least three days... Urgh!"

Forcing himself to his quarters, he used his identity jade pendant to enter. After closing the door, Chu Yun could no longer hold on; he collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud.

The longer the Drunken Snow Blade was used, the sharper its edge became and the heavier its body grew. During the fierce battle with Yan Que, Chu Yun had been gritting his teeth to endure. Why choose an offensive-against-offensive strategy? It was because he intended to end the fight as quickly as possible. He knew he had only mastered the Drunken Snow Blade for a short time, and his body had not yet been fully transformed by spiritual energy, so he could not sustain a prolonged fight.

Yan Que was truly worthy of being a top-tier talent cultivated by Heavenly Song Academy in recent years. Even without having yet obtained his fortuitous encounter with the Universal Pill-Origin Tree, his combat power, relying solely on his mid-tier aptitude Thunder Vine, was already formidable. Especially his final tactic of detonating the thunder fruit—it was nearly impossible to counter. Chu Yun had only narrowly won by relying on his unexpected Great Success blade technique to cleave through the lightning.

Pain! Pain! Pain!

His muscles were completely overused, pushed beyond their natural limits. Every part of his body felt as if it were being consumed by flames, bringing a constant, scorching, searing agony to Chu Yun. He lay on the floor, gasping for air, every cell trembling in pain, his spirit being put to the ultimate test.

At first, the pain was like a tide, nearly drowning him. But relying on his sheer willpower, Chu Yun forced himself to endure. Gradually, he adapted to these waves of indescribable agony. Yet, as time passed, his consciousness began to blur.

He was no iron-willed cockroach; when all was said and done, he was only thirteen years old.

As his vision blurred, he vaguely heard a gasp of surprise beside his ear. When he finally awoke again, he found himself lying on his bed, with Jin Bihan standing before him, looking at him with a gaze full of complexity.

As the Princess of Dunhuang, although she was willing to bury her own talents and waste her time to highlight her imperial brother, it did not mean her vision was lacking. It was not as if she had never seen Chu Yun's swordsmanship before, but those had always been the displays of established adult masters. To witness such a thing in a peer so young brought a shock to her heart that was beyond imagination.

On the journey back, her mind was filled with the image of Chu Yun, blade in hand, surging forward amidst the thunder. Who would have thought that upon returning to the quarters, she would be shocked to find Chu Yun collapsed on the floor, unable to move.

She saw at a glance that Chu Yun's body had been pushed to the limit and was completely exhausted; he would need to be bedridden for at least three days. It was truly hard to believe he had managed to grit his teeth and make it all the way back.

Suddenly, she recalled the words her Imperial Father had entrusted to her—go to Heavenly Song Academy, improve yourself there, and cultivate your own faction.

"It is difficult for me to resist the decaying state of the nation on my own. Is this Chu Yun before me not a genius youth? If I can bring him into my fold, it would be of great benefit to me!" The Princess of Dunhuang had seen all manner of young heroes; there were plenty with aptitudes more monstrous than Chu Yun's. With heavy responsibilities on her shoulders, her heart was not easily stirred. Chu Yun's performance merely piqued her interest, and she immediately decided to show favor and win him over.

She took a bottle of medicine from her robes and placed it at the head of Chu Yun's bed: "This is a superior-grade medicine, the Muscle-Regenerating Ice Jade Ointment. Apply it to your body; it will stop the pain, regenerate your muscles, and improve your physical constitution."

Chu Yun couldn't help but roll his eyes, forcing out the words: "I am currently exhausted in every limb; how am I to apply this?"

Jin Bihan's beautiful eyes widened, and she blurted out: "Are you suggesting I apply the medicine for you?"

"Is there something wrong with that? Why be so coy between men? Besides, you owe me a favor; consider this a way to repay it." Chu Yun glanced at Jin Bihan, only to see that this scholar, who was unnaturally handsome, now had a flush like jade upon his face, giving him an unexpectedly breathtaking beauty.

Jin Bihan was left speechless by Chu Yun's words. Taking a deep breath, her competitive nature took the lead, and in a fit of pique, she agreed: "Fine, consider it a repayment of the favor!"

She regretted it the moment she said it. Sitting before Chu Yun, she slowly extended a pair of delicate, petite jade hands, trembling as they reached for Chu Yun's clothing buttons.

Seeing her hesitant and indecisive manner, Chu Yun couldn't help but urge her: "Can you be a bit faster?"

This was a true trial for the Princess of Dunhuang; it was the first time in her life she had ever undressed a man.

After a great deal of effort, she finally opened Chu Yun's upper garment, revealing his chest with its smooth, flowing muscle lines. Due to the combined transformation of the Heavenly Fox and the spiritual energy of the Drunken Snow Blade, Chu Yun's skin was crystalline and snow-white. In the dim light of the room, it appeared to Jin Bihan as if it were glowing.

Jin Bihan felt her face burning, her head buzzing, and her heart pounding wildly. She quickly averted her gaze and picked up the medicine bottle, pouring out some of the Muscle-Regenerating Ice Jade Ointment.

The medicine was like a transparent gel, with a faint, white-jade hue. Jin Bihan poured it into her palm and smoothed it out. As she reached toward Chu Yun's chest, she was hesitant and indecisive.

Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes and pressed down firmly, finally making contact with Chu Yun's chest.

"Hiss..." The latter gasped, his eyes twitching as he said, "I say, could you be a little gentler?" His muscles were burning with pain, and the slightest external pressure sent waves of intense agony through him.

Jin Bihan's face turned beet red, and she retorted in shame and annoyance: "You certainly have a lot of demands. How could applying medicine not hurt? If you aren't satisfied, do it yourself."

Chu Yun gritted his teeth and said no more.

Jin Bihan's breathing was slightly ragged, her gaze fixed firmly on the edge of the bed, refusing to look at Chu Yun's chest. Her jade hands, soft as if boneless, stroked back and forth across Chu Yun's chest, evenly applying the Ice Jade Ointment.