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Ye Qiu felt as if her body was being torn apart, the excruciating pain piercing through her like relentless waves crashing against her fragile nerves, nearly causing her to faint.
She bit down hard on her teeth, her lips marked with deep bloodstains, and her once bright eyes were now bloodshot from the overwhelming agony.
Her hands gripped Su Mu's palm like iron claws, her long nails digging deep into his flesh, blood trickling down from her fingertips. Yet Su Mu seemed unfazed, enduring the pain without a single sound.
He exerted all his strength to clasp Ye Qiu's hand tightly, trying to transfer his power to her, offering her the courage and motivation to keep going.
Beside them, Daoist Xuanji had his eyes closed, his palms pressed firmly against Ye Qiu's back, continuously channeling rich vital energy into her body.
His expression was grave, veins bulging on his forehead, and beads of sweat fell like rain from his brow, pooling on the ground. It was evident that even with Daoist Xuanji's profound skills, regulating Ye Qiu's chaotic energy was a tremendous strain, subjecting him to unimaginable pressure.
However, as time ticked by, Ye Qiu's suffering showed no signs of abating; instead, it intensified.
Her body began to convulse uncontrollably, muscles tensed like a bowstring pulled taut. Her skin flushed red like a ripe apple, radiating a scorching heat as if she might ignite at any moment.
Finally, Ye Qiu could no longer suppress the heart-wrenching pain deep within. A low, hoarse scream erupted from her dry throat.
The sound resembled a wounded beast's desperate wail at the brink of death and echoed like the anguished cries of tormented souls in hell, chilling anyone who heard it.
Upon hearing this heart-rending cry, Su Mu felt as if his heart was being sliced open, an unbearable pain consuming him.
He wished he could immediately take her place and endure this torment that was worse than death for Ye Qiu.
However, faced with such a perilous situation, he could only watch helplessly as his beloved struggled in the depths of pain, a sense of powerlessness flooding his heart.
Daoist Xuanji's expression grew increasingly grim, resembling the heavy dark clouds that gather before a storm, evoking feelings of oppression and unease.
He fixed his gaze on Ye Qiu, noticing that the aura within him flickered like a candle in the wind, growing weaker by the moment, as if it could extinguish at any time.
The once vibrant life force within Ye Qiu was now dissipating at an alarming rate, like floodwaters breaching a dam.
"This is bad!" Daoist Xuanji thought to himself, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
He understood that the situation was extremely critical. "The potency of this Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill is far too overwhelming; Ye Qiu's frail body is on the verge of being unable to bear it!
If I don't come up with a solution soon, he might truly lose his life here!"
With this thought, Daoist Xuanji dared not delay for even a moment. He took a deep breath and swiftly changed his hand gestures like a butterfly flitting through flowers.
As he moved, an even more powerful surge of true energy erupted from his palms, rushing into Ye Qiu's body like a torrent.
At that moment, a miracle occurred!
The black runes formed by the bone-corroding talisman within Ye Qiu began to slowly dissipate bit by bit.
Simultaneously, the potent effects of the Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill were gradually absorbed by Ye Qiu's body.
Gradually, the tightly furrowed brow of Ye Qiu began to relax, and the expression of pain that had twisted her face eased somewhat. Her previously rapid and chaotic breathing gradually became steady.
As time passed, the surroundings fell into silence, with only the sound of Daoist Xuanji's labored breaths intertwining with Ye Qiu's increasingly calm breathing.
No one knew exactly how long had passed; it felt as long as a century, yet it seemed to be just a fleeting moment.
Finally, under the hopeful gaze of Su Mu, Ye Qiu's tightly shut eyes slowly opened, a glimmer of clarity returning to her gaze.
At that moment, Ye Qiu gradually opened her eyes, her vision becoming clearer.
What came into view was Su Mu's familiar and anxious face. He was gripping her hand tightly, his hold so strong that it seemed he feared losing her if he let go.
In his deep eyes, there was an overflow of worry and concern.
Ye Qiu struggled to part her lips and asked in an extremely faint voice, “Am I... am I alive?” As soon as the words left her mouth, the tension in Su Mu’s heart instantly relaxed, and tears uncontrollably streamed down his face.
“Yes, you’re alive!” Su Mu’s voice trembled with excitement as he spoke, suddenly pulling Ye Qiu tightly into his embrace.
The sudden hug caught Ye Qiu completely off guard; she froze for a moment, unsure how to respond.
After a while, Su Mu realized that his actions might have been a bit too impulsive. He quickly released her from his embrace, scratching his head in embarrassment and murmuring to himself, “Oh dear, I got so carried away with joy. It’s just that seeing you safe and sound makes me so incredibly happy.”
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