Sword Venerable Applies Medicine

It was over. With the Enforcement Hall's methods, if they traced it back to him, it would all be over...

The disciples beneath the Martial Arena had all witnessed Feng Yulong's sneak attack on Song Zhizhi. They were all important witnesses, and before the Enforcement Hall finished collecting evidence, they were not allowed to leave. Thus, they gathered together to discuss what had just happened.

"Who was that young man just now? How come I've never seen him in the sect?"

"He was wearing an elder's robes. He should be some elder from the inner sect. It's normal that we haven't seen him."

"His aura was so powerful just now. I almost didn't dare breathe when I was near him."

"More than that! I was closest to the stage, and his presence felt so cold, like an iceberg. I was shivering from the chill."

"What do you think his relationship with Martial Uncle Song is?"

"Hey, Liu Changfei, you're friends with Martial Uncle Song. Do you know which elder that was just now? What's his relationship with Martial Uncle Song?"

Liu Changfei: ...I do know, but I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I say it.

"I'm not sure either. Zhizhi has a senior brother. Maybe he was her senior brother."

Not everyone knew that Song Zhizhi's senior brother was in seclusion. Besides, both Sword Venerable Mingxiao and Senior Brother Molan were Song Zhizhi's senior brothers, so she was not wrong to say that.

"A senior brother? Why does it not feel like that to me?"

"I think Song Zhizhi and that senior brother looked like a couple. Once, my mother accidentally cut her hand while chopping vegetables, and my father was worried to death. Song Zhizhi's senior brother had exactly the same expression just now."

Liu Changfei's heart jolted. "Can't they simply have a pure senior brother-junior sister relationship? Zhizhi was hurt, so of course her senior brother would worry about her. Don't make wild guesses!"

Liu Changfei's expression was extremely serious when she said this, and everyone believed her. Only she herself was uneasy: Zhizhi was carrying a child in her belly. She and Sword Venerable Mingxiao... shouldn't have that kind of relationship, right? Surely not... right?

While Liu Changfei stood there like a mess blown apart by the wind, on the other side, Song Zhizhi was carried back to the bedroom on Clear Snow Peak by Xie Xiuji. He wanted to apply medicine for her, but just as he took out the medicine bottle and his gaze fell upon the wound on Song Zhizhi's back, he suddenly realized that to treat her wound, he would have to remove her clothes first—or tear open the clothing around the wound.

Neither option seemed appropriate.

After pausing, he set the porcelain bottle containing Spirit Dew by the bed, then turned to Song Zhizhi and said, "I'll wait outside. Apply the medicine yourself."

Song Zhizhi:?

She looked at the porcelain bottle beside the bed. Xie Xiuji had already left the room and even thoughtfully shut the door behind him.

Song Zhizhi sighed and took off her bloodstained clothes. She looked back, but the wound was in such an awkward position that no matter how she looked, she could not see where it was. She was afraid to reach out and touch it, in case she hit the wound and caused pain.

Song Zhizhi:...

Helpless, she set down the porcelain bottle, buried herself beneath the blanket, and called toward the door, "Come in."

Sword Venerable Mingxiao entered the bedroom again. Seeing Song Zhizhi covered by the blanket and a bundle of bloodstained clothing by the bed, he did not dare look too closely. He walked to her bedside, picked up the porcelain bottle, and examined it. The Spirit Dew inside had not been touched at all. Puzzled, he asked, "Why haven't you applied the medicine yet?"

Song Zhizhi coughed, a little embarrassed. "The wound is on my back. I can't see it. Apply the medicine for me."

Sword Venerable Mingxiao froze. Then his gaze fell upon the bloodstained dress by the bed, and the porcelain bottle in his hand suddenly became scorching hot.

Author's note:

Sword Venerable now: He gets shy even at the sight of close-fitting clothes.

Sword Venerable after marriage: Wife, I want to see you wear that pink one. (Not really)

PS: This chapter is nearly four thousand words. Let me see who still dares say I'm short! (Stare—)

This story will probably go V in two days. There will be extra updates after V; before V, there will temporarily be one update a day.

Sword Venerable Applies Medicine

Sword Venerable Mingxiao held the porcelain bottle in a daze, his heart pounding like thunder. "This isn't appropriate..."

Song Zhizhi had originally been a little shy, but now someone was even more uncomfortable than she was. That slight embarrassment was instantly tossed out of her mind. As long as I'm not embarrassed, then Xie Xiuji is the embarrassed one!

Wasn't it just showing her back? She could just treat it like wearing a backless outfit in summer.

With that thought, Song Zhizhi turned over and lay facedown on the bed, the back of her head toward Xie Xiuji. Calmly, she said, "What are you still standing there for? I can't apply the medicine myself, and there's no one else on Clear Snow Peak besides you. If you won't help me, who else can?"

Xie Xiuji's Adam's apple bobbed for a moment. Hesitantly, he placed his long fingers on the Cloud Quilt covering Song Zhizhi, his heart caught in a struggle.

At this moment, neither of them realized that with Sword Venerable Mingxiao's speed, it would only take moments for him to go down the mountain and find a female disciple to apply medicine for Song Zhizhi. Song Zhizhi was simply used to there being only the two of them on Clear Snow Peak and had not thought of that. As for Sword Venerable Mingxiao, Song Zhizhi's earlier words had stunned him so badly that his mind had failed to turn the corner.

Song Zhizhi felt that Xie Xiuji had not moved for a long time. The wound on her back seemed to begin throbbing faintly again, and the area around it felt damp. She did not know whether it had started bleeding again, and she became a little nervous. "Xie Xiuji, stop standing there. It's not like you haven't seen it before. Hurry up!"

Sword Venerable Mingxiao came back to himself. He took a deep breath and finally pinched the corner of the Cloud Quilt, slowly pulling it downward.

To make applying the medicine easier, Song Zhizhi had already taken off her clothes. As the Cloud Quilt slowly slid down, it revealed her smooth, fair shoulders. Her skin was as white as snow, three shades fairer than the Cloud Quilt beside her. Because of her nervousness, her back was taut, her skin faintly tinged with a thin flush. For a moment, Sword Venerable Mingxiao's always cold and emotionless eyes deepened.

The man's gaze had an overwhelming presence. Wherever it fell, it was as though an electric current passed over her, leaving numbness in its wake. Song Zhizhi's heart trembled, and the tips of her ears grew warm.

Sword Venerable Mingxiao noticed Song Zhizhi's unusual reaction. He coughed lightly, lowered his eyes, and restrained himself from looking around.

Further down, the wound was revealed. Back at the Martial Arena, there had been too many eyes around, making it inconvenient to inspect it. Now, without clothing in the way, he could finally see the wound on Song Zhizhi's back more clearly.

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