Ye Danxia had really managed to get her hands on a whole batch of healing pills and herbs.
After using them all, Yang Yun's injuries were clearly much better. At the very least, he no longer looked like someone seriously wounded.
There were still lingering internal injuries, though.
And since he had used the Nirvana Technique, his cultivation now had to restart from the Qi Refining stage. Even if he would progress quickly, right now he was essentially useless.
Still, having regained some strength, Yang Yun was satisfied with Ye Danxia's efforts. He spoke in a calm tone. "You really are quite favored."
For a disciple from a mid-tier sect to acquire so many valuable items, the Sect Master of Tianxing Sect must truly treat her like a precious treasure.
"I already said, Master spoils me the most," Ye Danxia replied, utterly unfazed.
Yang Yun raised an eyebrow. "I still need more herbs. Can you get them?"
Ye Danxia's expression stiffened. "More?"
After all...
What Han Xiaoyu had given her had already far exceeded her expectations.
"So many good things, and yet this brat still hadn't fully recovered?"
"Yes," Yang Yun said slowly. "There are still internal injuries. This time, I need pills and herbs specifically for repairing the meridians and dantian."
Ye Danxia's face darkened.
The items from the first batch weren't too difficult to obtain. They were mainly for external injuries, and luckily, Han Xiaoyu had plenty in his stash.
But everyone knew...
Damage to the meridians and dantian was the hardest to heal. Otherwise, why would Lin Ya have waited fifty years in vain for a single Butian Pill? That kind of pill was simply too rare.
Han Xiaoyu might have a few, but he hadn't given any to her this time. Clearly, even he didn't have many left. If she kept pressing for more, she might ruin the hard-earned trust she had built with him.
"What's wrong? Is it difficult?" Yang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You know perfectly well how rare those herbs are. Without a reason, how am I supposed to ask Master for them?" Ye Danxia frowned.
"You're so favored. You'll find a way," Yang Yun said flatly.
Ye Danxia's patience snapped. "Is that how you treat the person who saved your life? Let me tell you, I'm not asking Master again."
She turned to leave.
Yang Yun narrowed his eyes further, and a swirl of black mist suddenly rose from his body. Thanks to the herbs she brought, he had barely recovered some of his strength. He still couldn't fully suppress his demonic aura, though. But now that Ye Danxia was walking away, he had no choice.
The black mist coiled into a rope and yanked her back with force.
Ye Danxia's pupils shrank. She stared at Yang Yun in growing terror.
This aura... this was not the aura of a cultivator.
"You... are you from the demonic path? Or the Demon Clan?"
Yang Yun said nothing. As he activated his technique, his body rapidly transformed. The appearance of a young child faded, revealing a tall, handsome young man.
His clothes, however, were shredded completely in the process.
Ye Danxia found herself staring at him, her fear giving way to flustered embarrassment.
She stammered, "You... your clothes..."
Far away, Yun Jin was monitoring the conversation through the sensing talismans. Her lips twitched.
"Wonderful. Truly thrilling."
Except her poor, innocent ears had just been subjected to something they never should have heard.
Inside the cave, the two had acted out some overbearing Demon Sovereign capturing his little bride nonsense. In the end, Yang Yun used a secret technique to plant a Black Demon Core inside Ye Danxia's dantian.
This Black Demon Core was deeply concealed. Ordinary detection methods would never notice it. Worse, it was a ticking time bomb. Whoever planted it could detonate it from thousands of miles away. In other words, Ye Danxia's life now hung on Yang Yun's whim.
Even Yun Jin was speechless.
In her previous life, she never figured out how these two got entangled. Now, hearing this scene play out live had left her truly stunned.
Seriously?
He plants a death curse in your body...
And later you fall in love?
What kind of weird constitution did Ye Danxia have?
And to think, she had known Yang Yun was from the Demon Clan this early on.
As a human cultivator, not once had she considered reporting it?
Instead, she ended up... falling for him?
Yun Jin could not comprehend it. Her shock only grew. But whether she understood or not, Ye Danxia was now firmly on the path of becoming the little consort of an overbearing Demon Sovereign.
She scolded Yang Yun with words, but every time she saw his handsome face, her cheeks flushed red.
Eventually, Yang Yun's transformation time ran out and he reverted to his childlike form. As he changed back, he nearly fell. Ye Danxia instinctively caught him.
And then their lips touched.
"You pervert."
Her voice in his mind was full of anger, but also deeply shy.
Yun Jin: "..."
"Who was I? Where was I? What terrible sin had my ears committed to deserve this torment?"
Beside her, Huan Huan looked up in concern. "Master, maybe we should stop listening?"
"Absolutely not!" Yun Jin declared with righteous determination. "What if we miss an important clue? It's fine, Huan Huan. Don't worry about me. I can handle it. For the sake of all living beings, sacrificing my ears is a small price to pay."
Huan Huan's eyes filled with admiration. "Master, you're amazing."
She hugged Huan Huan tightly, showering her with affection. If this were Gun Gun, he would have rolled his eyes and walked away. Only Huan Huan understood her heart.
She listened a little longer, but the conversation had mostly tapered off. Ye Danxia, carrying a complicated mood, left the cave. Yun Jin reset the sensing talismans around the area, then left as well.
That night, Ye Danxia tossed and turned, restless with conflicted emotions.
Yang Yun... he wasn't a child at all. He actually...
The image of his bare body flashed in her mind, and her face flushed again.
He was such a stunningly handsome man.
But then, her jaw clenched.
Yes, he was good-looking, but he was also dangerous. Who else would do something so cruel to her?
Now she had no choice. She couldn't back out, even if she wanted to.
She bit her lip, then sighed.
Yang Yun was from the Demon Clan.
If anyone found out she was hiding a demon, she would be hunted by the entire human race.
But another thought crept in.
Yang Yun clearly wasn't ordinary. He had likely fallen on hard times. If she helped him recover his cultivation...
Surely he would repay her someday?
Ye Danxia's thoughts drifted back to that accidental kiss, and she buried her face into her pillow, blushing furiously.
Thankfully, Yun Jin hadn't witnessed any of it.
Otherwise, she might have gouged her own eyes out.
Whether it was the Black Demon Core in her dantian or something else stirring in her heart, Ye Danxia knew she had to find more herbs.
She didn't dare go back to Han Xiaoyu so soon. It would raise suspicion. After all, she couldn't have possibly used up everything he gave her in a single night. So her thoughts returned to an earlier plan. Those three peak lords... they probably had quite a stock of medicinal resources.
But scheming against people of that level...
Her heartbeat quickened just thinking about it.
Still, with the Black Demon Core inside her, she had no choice.
Even if she didn't want to do it... she would have to.