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Chapter 124: Peach Blossom Calamity! (All-Nighter of Ten Thousand Words)
When more than two Dark Ink-colored Mists began to enter a state of fusion, the last thought that surfaced in Wei Yuan's mind was this.
The last time the Silver-gray Mist underwent mutation, which was when it helped Lan Xue repair that Amulet, the overuse of Silver-gray Mist caused the mutation to start generating new Dark Ink-colored Mist.
At that time, Wei Yuan was really nervous, fearing that changes in his Ability would lead to side effects. His survival instinct had always been strong; he still had a disabled mother to care for and unresolved vengeance for his father who committed suicide after being deceived.
But the result was clear: Dark Ink-colored Mist actually belonged to the second form of Restorative Power. When he obtained Repairing Ability from the bottom of Luoxia Lake, the Mist-like Space in his mind was a dark gray haze, which was the initial form. After starting Repairing Discs, it transformed into the first form of Silver-gray Mist.
Subsequent mutations led to the appearance of the second form of mist, which began to repair some expensive items and could also sense the existence of Spiritual Energy. By absorbing Spiritual Energy, it improved his physical condition and served as a means for appraisal; after absorbing Spiritual Energy, it could easily repair some costly items.
For example, the Listening Wind Bottle worth over a million at his home and the defective Jade pieces still stored at the seaside house laid a foundation for Wei Yuan's development.
"I hope this time won't be a bad thing."
Wei Yuan certainly did not wish for this uncontrolled state of mist to be a bad thing. After more than two Dark Ink-colored Mists came into contact, what would happen if they could generate a Third Form of mist?
Wei Yuan was quite looking forward to it. He didn't know why, but as the Mist-like Space in his mind continued to merge, he seemed to genuinely feel that the light ink-colored mist formed by the fusion of more than two began to deepen.
As the shape of the fused mist grew larger, his consciousness perceived that these mists were becoming darker and darker, resembling patches of black clouds.
However, all Wei Yuan had left was a faint mental perception; he couldn't react to any changes in the Mist-like Space. In short, he could only watch without moving.
The same situation applied to Yuan Ziyi, who was currently washing his body. This cold and intelligent woman seemed to be repaying Wei Yuan's earlier act of protecting her by personally taking care of him. Otherwise, given her status, she could easily find dozens of girls to clean Wei Yuan up without any problem.
This method might seem a bit perverse, but in reality, this woman's financial power could indeed allow her to do so. Thus, she personally stepped in to help Wei Yuan, who was currently unconscious but whose mental awareness had not completely vanished.
"Why am I completely unresponsive in this situation?"
Wei Yuan even began to doubt his own sanity. Although Yuan Ziyi had only removed his suit pants and wiped down his thighs from top to bottom, he felt a strange disconnect.
At that moment, the person washing him was the same one who had previously appeared so proud, as if she had everything under control. In that situation, Wei Yuan felt a strong impulse to force her down in the car by the seaside, driven by a sense of wounded male dignity.
However, thoughts and actions are two different things. When she brought up Xu Feng, Wei Yuan found himself led by her words, which compelled him to approach Han Ling. Yet as a man, he did not enjoy this feeling.
Thus, Yuan Ziyi's impression in his mind was one of being incredibly difficult to conquer. It should have excited him to feel how attentively she was caring for him, leading to a natural physical reaction.
But tragically, he discovered that he had no response at all.
His grandmother's bear, what a rare scene this was! Yuan Ziyi's subordinates would probably be wide-eyed at this sight. It was supposed to be an enticing scene where Wei Yuan should have been fully aroused and exhilarated, ready to salute.
Yet there was nothing—Wei Yuan could only explain his lack of reaction through the ongoing washing process, feeling nothing at all. Perhaps it was because his consciousness was too weak, leading to a diminished awareness of everything around him, creating the illusion that this body wasn't his own.
"Although I know you saved me at great risk for revenge and made me your partner on this ship, why does my heart ache so much when I see you hurt? I can't help but cry."
Yuan Ziyi seemed to feel that the room was empty and that Wei Yuan was in a coma, which gave her the courage to express her thoughts. She felt exhausted from being human; even if she had grievances, she could only swallow them down.
However, at that moment, Wei Yuan clearly heard her words. What he felt was a sense of sadness, reminiscent of a fable he learned in school: there was a barber who cut the king's hair but discovered the king had donkey ears. The king would kill the barber each time until he promised not to speak of it again.
The outcome is well-known; some things cannot be said—especially when they pertain to someone else's gossip. This is a painful reality. The barber could only dig a hole and shout into it: "The king has donkey ears."
Of course, the ending of the fairy tale no longer mattered.
Wei Yuan thought of this story because he heard Yuan Ziyi's words; she was like that barber, holding onto her grievances and secrets but too afraid or unable to find someone trustworthy to confide in.
So it was only at this moment, when no one was around, that Yuan Ziyi could speak to the air, expressing her troubles as a powerful woman who could retain her youth yet was marked by the passage of time.
Once again, reality proved that even the purest girl experiences infatuation, and even the strongest woman needs to be vulnerable sometimes, seeking a solid shoulder to lean on.
When Yuan Ziyi spoke her first sentence, Wei Yuan's attitude was sympathetic; however, by the time she spoke her second sentence, Wei Yuan felt a sense of worry.
Yuan Ziyi seemed to be looking at Wei Yuan, yet it felt as if she were speaking to the air: "The people around me fear and dread me. If something happens to me, they might rush to save me, but it won't be as thorough as you. How can you be so sure that I'm not deceiving you?"
By the time Yuan Ziyi uttered her last sentence, the towel had already been tossed into the basin, and she was touching Wei Yuan's face as she spoke. Wei Yuan even thought that this superwoman seemed to have never experienced love before.
Could it be that she was lonely and wanted to take this opportunity to end her virginity? This thought flashed briefly through Wei Yuan's mind because she felt that Yuan Ziyi had already distanced herself.
Before this moment, Wei Yuan had never considered that a proud and strong woman like Yuan Ziyi could express such melodramatic lines. Hearing them felt like intimate words exchanged between lovers. Could it be that Liu Lei's two theories were indeed validated?
Back in school, Wei Yuan's best friend Liu Lei appeared to be quite popular on the surface but was ruthless in pursuing girls behind the scenes. He summarized two theories for Wei Yuan, who had long admired Lan Xue.
The first theory: Cater to her preferences.
If you want a girl to initially like you or have a good impression of you, aside from physical appearance and wealth, you need to cater to her interests. Whatever she likes, you should like too; then learn about those interests and approach her based on what she enjoys. That way, you're bound to succeed.
The second theory: Be grateful and reciprocate.
This was the most troublesome issue for Wei Yuan at that moment because it was simple yet effective. The highest form of this theory often appears in melodramatic plots—hero saving the beauty.
Alright, this is a rather cliché theory, but Liu Lei had achieved repeated victories with it. It resembled the seven-word mantra for wooing women: Be bold, attentive, and thick-skinned.
Both theories are quite superficial but still effective. In fact, most women fall for such clichés. In Yuan Ziyi's most perilous moments, Wei Yuan acted like a brave knight protecting her from any harm.
Through this law, combined with the previous incident where Yuan Ziyi actively had people carry Wei Yuan to her bedroom and even helped him wash his body, under these circumstances, even the most foolish person under Yuan Ziyi would consider Wei Yuan as her man, right?
"Too many peach blossoms lead to calamity."
Wei Yuan is not a narcissistic man, but he is not foolish either. He just didn't know how to interact normally with girls before, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand a woman's heart.
So he is very clear that the current situation seems a bit strange. Has he managed to open Yuan Ziyi's heart? Otherwise, how could a woman who is particularly cold towards any man take the initiative to care for him like this? And all those inexplicable romantic lines make Wei Yuan think inappropriately.
After finally gaining the favor of his dream girl, Lan Xue, Wei Yuan has taken the first step in shedding his virginity, but now it seems like he is being compensated all at once.
As his cousin, Xie Yufei, gradually grows up, she starts to shift from dependence to admiration and becomes increasingly proactive. Moreover, Yang Ying, who lives under the same roof and has encountered several coincidences and simultaneous troubles with Wei Yuan, has also begun to treat him differently.
Adding to that is the troublesome Han Ling, who originally seemed like an ice mountain devoid of femininity. Suddenly, after what happened between them, she starts to regain a hint of womanliness. Wei Yuan once again finds himself reduced to being a human aphrodisiac.
Originally looking forward to the arrival of Peach Blossom Luck, Wei Yuan is now troubled by having too much of it. When the flower luck increases excessively, it truly turns into Peach Blossom Calamity.
Could he really gather all these women back home like Yuan Ziyi's father or Ma Teng's dad?
This thought did not last long; Wei Yuan's remaining consciousness was becoming increasingly fatigued because the changes in the Mist-like Space in his mind were still ongoing.
Just like before, when the Mist-like Space underwent changes—especially in situations like this where fusion and aggregation occur—it is extremely damaging to one's spirit. Moreover, his mental state was already poor.
So under these circumstances, Wei Yuan slowly fell into a deep sleep once again. This time it lasted quite a while—long enough for Yuan Ziyi to become worried.
Wei Yuan had been unconscious for nearly a hundred hours, which had already exceeded four days. During this process, the fever on his forehead had disappeared, his body temperature was normal, and his breathing was steady with a normal pulse.
Yuan Ziyi couldn't think of any reason why he would continue to be unconscious. Even the injuries on his body seemed to be gradually recovering. This made Yuan Ziyi doubt whether the Medicinal Wine produced by her group was truly that miraculous.
Purple Robe Pavilion is indeed a sect with a thousand-year legacy, but Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes strengthening the foundation and nurturing the essence. Where is the quick effect of Medicinal Wine? In just four hours, Wei Yuan's losses, including the bruised and swollen areas on his body, have already improved by fifty percent. What does this prove? Is his absorption ability for Medicinal Wine astonishingly good?
In fact, it is still the Transparent Substance that adhered to Wei Yuan from the Black-Clad Man's gun that is having an effect. However, Yuan Ziyi would never think of this; she would only suspect that Yang Ying might have used some secret technique from Purple Robe Pavilion on him.
After all, Yang Ying is the direct disciple of the previous Purple Robe Marquis. In terms of medical skills and Martial Arts, she is much stronger than Yuan Ziyi. However, leading a sect, these two aspects are not the most important.
"Your junior sister is too good to you, isn't she?"
Yuan Ziyi herself seems unaware that when she said this, there was a hint of jealousy in her tone.
Finally, it seems like a countdown to survival; after nearly a hundred hours of near-coma, Wei Yuan begins to wake up.
He does not act like the exaggerated male protagonists in dramas who gently embrace Yuan Ziyi and say, "I don't care about anything as long as you're okay."
In fact, if he dared to do so, Yuan Ziyi would likely resist; such overly proud women usually react this way.
However, what concerns Wei Yuan the most is the situation in his mind's Mist-like Space, as his Repairing Ability is currently his greatest reliance.
"It really has undergone a mutation."
Just as Wei Yuan attempted to use his consciousness to explore the changes in the Mist-like Space, he clearly noticed that the originally separate Dark Ink-colored Mist began to merge into a mass, gradually turning black. At this moment, there were significant changes in his Mist-like Space.
The original Silver-gray Mist had been completely swallowed up. The remaining Dark Ink-colored Mist, some of which had already started to merge into one entity, was not small in number. After merging, not only did their form grow larger, but their color also began to turn black. At this point, he felt that there seemed to be hundreds of mist-like entities merging together in the Mist-like Space.
These things are getting darker and darker, and from their shape, they resemble dark clouds—deep black clouds?
What new changes will these bring?
After confirming that there were temporarily no side effects, Wei Yuan felt relieved. He sensed that the intense pain he had experienced after the battle, which felt like his body was being torn apart and his head was pounding, had vanished.
Now, it seemed as if nothing was wrong at all. Aside from the noticeable wounds on his body, everything else was fine. In fact, he felt invigorated, as if the deep black clouds that had fused with him had restored him.
This was even more impressive than the Fountain of Life in online games.
If Wei Yuan's first concern upon waking was the state of his Repairing Ability, then his second concern naturally revolved around the identities of the three individuals.
"You’re awake. Do you need something to drink or eat? I can have someone prepare it," Yuan Ziyi said as she remained by his bedside, seemingly having pushed aside her own matters to care for him. This reaffirmed his earlier thoughts.
"No need for that. Have you found out who those three are?"
Wei Yuan's inquiry wasn't polite; despite being unconscious for four days, he didn't feel hungry or thirsty at all—a rare occurrence. However, his focus remained on identifying those individuals.
Yuan Ziyi wouldn't let him go hungry. She even thoughtfully considered that Wei Yuan might not have much of an appetite after just waking up, so she instructed the household servants to prepare some porridge.
When it came to discussing business matters, however, Yuan Ziyi's demeanor changed. She said, "My people are investigating. In fact, who did it isn't really important."
"Is there really a need to investigate? It must be Xu Feng and Shen Qingyi who sent them," Wei Yuan asserted confidently.
Yuan Ziyi sighed and replied, "I know you harbor deep resentment towards them, but they aren't fools. At such a sensitive time, they wouldn't dare provoke us when they are trying to avoid us."
Wei Yuan recognized her reasoning; after all, this woman was not easily swayed. He adjusted his tone and asked, "Then who do you think it is?"
Yuan Ziyi shrugged indifferently and said, "Anyone could be a possibility."
Wei Yuan clearly thought this statement was nonsense, but he still followed up on her previous words and asked, "Why does it not matter who you are?"
"Because this person's intentions are quite obvious. They hope to provoke us with this opportunity. I might be able to stay calm, but if I have to step in to deal with Shen Qingyi, if it weren't for the fact that you almost lost your life too, I would even suspect that you were behind this."
"I did this?" Wei Yuan sounded very angry upon hearing this.
Yuan Ziyi then realized that her words were a bit excessive, after all, she had witnessed how Wei Yuan risked his life to fight against them.
"Alright, I'm sorry. What I meant is that even if I personally remain calm, the biggest internal conflict in our group right now is with the Purple Robe Pavilion led by Shen Qingyi. If they successfully capture me, the elders of the group will immediately go after Shen Qingyi."
Yuan Ziyi's words did make sense; after all, these elders had considerable power. However, if Yuan Ziyi, the backbone of the group, were to encounter trouble, those disciples who had begun to change for the better under her leadership would definitely storm the Purple Robe Pavilion to demand justice from Shen Qingyi.
If things escalated, Shen Qingyi and Xu Feng's plans would be exposed. Since they had not yet made large shipments, the damage would not be significant. At that point, both sides would continue to be at a stalemate, falling into a situation of mutual destruction.
This tactic of using someone else's hand to kill is quite effective.
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