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Ye Chuanze lay dazed on the bed, his gaze fixed on Hongjun as he slowly undressed.
The long sleeves of the Purple Robe were gradually removed, revealing a white undergarment that hung loosely at his waist. Hongjun displayed his slender upper body, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the lines of his waist smooth and devoid of any excess flesh. His back muscles were strong and fair, resembling a sculpture carved from white jade.
Ye Chuanze stared wide-eyed, then his gaze settled on a gruesome wound on Hongjun's right shoulder, where flesh was mangled and dark energy emanated from it. Ye Chuanze felt a tightness in his throat and asked hoarsely, "Master, who inflicted this injury on you?" Although he asked, he already had an inkling of the answer; who else in the Primordial realm could harm Hongjun?
"I exchanged a few blows with Rahul," Hongjun replied casually.
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze understood that the "few blows" mentioned were certainly not as simple as they sounded. He lowered his eyes and chose not to press further. Some things are better left unasked.
Hongjun took out a jade plate and a sharp dagger, handing them to Ye Chuanze. "Remove the necrotic flesh from my wound."
Ye Chuanze looked up at him, his expression somewhat grim.
Seeing his expression, Hongjun assumed he was hesitant to act and said, "I was injured by Rahul's God-Slaying Spear. The wound is infected with Demonic Energy; that necrotic flesh must be removed, or it will be difficult for the wound to heal."
Ye Chuanze bit his lip and took the dagger. With Hongjun's bare upper body facing him, Ye Chuanze gripped the dagger tightly, focusing intently on the wound on Hongjun's right shoulder. He raised the knife and brought it down swiftly and decisively, cutting away a large piece of flesh from Rahul's shoulder wound without hesitation or delay.
As the first cut was made, Ye Chuanze's expression darkened slightly as he remained impassive and made the second cut.
Rahul was known as the Demon Ancestor, the most powerful being in the demon realm. When Hongjun faced him, he could not gain much advantage; their strengths were comparable. The techniques of the demon realm emphasized offense and were ruthlessly lethal. Although Hongjun was pierced in the left shoulder by Rahul's God-Slaying Spear, it was not initially a severe injury; however, since the spear had entered the demonic path with Rahul, it became tainted with Demonic Energy. The Demonic Energy wrapped around Hongjun's wound, preventing it from healing for a long time.
Hongjun spent several days expelling the Demonic Energy from the wound, but the flesh around it had been corroded into a mass of necrosis. Fortunately, today Ye Chuanze had come along with the Three Pure Ones, so Hongjun kept him there to help remove the necrotic flesh from his wound.
Ye Chuanze pressed his lips together and made another cut, digging out a large piece of rotten flesh. It was no surprise that it was Rahul who could injure Hongjun. Rahul's cultivation was profound, and his Demonic Energy was powerful. The flesh around Hongjun's wound had been deeply corroded by the Demonic Energy. After three cuts, Ye Chuanze finally cleared away all the rotten flesh. He put down the dagger and looked at the gaping, bloody hole in Hongjun's right shoulder, pausing for a moment.
With a tearing sound, he ripped apart Hongjun's purple robe. Hearing the noise, Hongjun turned to look at him and saw Ye Chuanze holding a piece of purple fabric. Hongjun's expression remained calm, as if the one whose clothes had been torn was not him. He spoke lightly, "Why are you doing this?"
"Your wound needs to be bandaged," Ye Chuanze replied coldly, without a hint of emotion.
"I don't need it." Hongjun looked at him with indifference and said in a cool tone, "My master does not need bandaging. In no time, new flesh will grow back, and I will recover as before."
Ye Chuanze remained unmoved by his words, still holding up the piece of purple fabric. His lips were tightly pressed together, and he appeared somewhat stubborn. He knew that Hongjun was speaking the truth; at Hongjun's level of cultivation, no matter how severe the injury, recovery would come quickly. Previously, Hongjun had been entangled by Demonic Energy, which delayed the healing process. Now that Ye Chuanze had removed the Demonic Energy from the wound, this injury would naturally heal quickly and new flesh would soon grow.
Hongjun stared at him for a long time before finally conceding with a helpless sigh, saying, "Do as you wish."
Only then did Ye Chuanze's expression change slightly as he took out a bottle of medicine from Mustard Seed Space. Looking at the bloody hole in Hongjun's right shoulder, he frowned; how could he apply medicine to such a large wound?
After thinking hard for a long time while frowning, he pursed his lips stubbornly and poured the medicine directly into the bloody hole. At first, he was cautious, sprinkling a little medicine at a time while thinking that after all, he wouldn't die and would heal quickly; let him fight with others—he deserved to be injured! The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Ye Chuanze's actions grew heavier until he simply poured the entire bottle of medicine into the wound.
This medicine was concocted by Ye Chuanze himself. His alchemy skills were average and could not compare to those of master-level alchemists. The healing effect of the medicine he created was good for stopping bleeding and healing wounds but had one flaw: it caused excruciating pain when applied to wounds. He had tried several times to correct this flaw but to no avail. In the end, he resigned himself to it; after all, the medicine worked well despite being painful—one just had to endure it.
Originally, applying just a little bit of medicine would cause intense pain; now that an entire bottle had been poured onto Hongjun's wound, even someone as resilient and emotionally restrained as Hongjun couldn't help but gasp in shock and say, "Disciple, do you have a grudge against your master?"
"I wouldn't dare," Ye Chuanze replied coldly.
Hearing this, Hongjun sighed inwardly and said, "This doesn't seem like someone who wouldn't dare."
"If Master finds me unsatisfactory, just say so; I will not meddle again," Ye Chuanze said with an icy expression.
Hongjun fell silent, not saying a word.
Ye Chuanze lowered his gaze. Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, he picked up the purple cloth and began to wrap it around Hongjun's right shoulder wound, going around several times until it was tightly secured.
After bandaging the wound, Ye Chuanze sat on the bed, staring at Hongjun's tightly wrapped right shoulder for a long time, frowning. The purple cloth looked odd and out of place; no matter how one looked at it, it seemed awkward. After pondering for a long time, he decided to unwrap the bandage.
“Disciple, what are you…” Before Hongjun could finish his sentence, there was a tearing sound. Following that, Ye Chuanze had torn apart Hongjun's purple robe, and his white inner garment was also ruined.
“Master, purple doesn't look good. I'll change the color for you,” Ye Chuanze said calmly, as if he hadn't just ripped Hongjun's clothes.
“You really… are being ridiculous!” Hongjun shook his head and sighed but did not stop him.
Using the white cloth he had torn from Hongjun's inner garment, Ye Chuanze re-bandaged Hongjun's wound. Throughout the entire process, Hongjun cooperated without a single protest, even though Ye Chuanze's bandaging technique could hardly be called gentle or skilled. The result of the bandaging… could only be described in four words: a sight to behold!
Ye Chuanze frowned as he looked at the wound he had bandaged for Hongjun. After a while, he said, “It's really ugly.”
“It doesn't matter; there are no outsiders in Purple Cloud Palace. Whether it looks good or not is not important,” Hongjun turned to look at him, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips as he said, “Your intention is what counts.”
Ye Chuanze was taken aback for a moment before turning his head away and saying, “I often treat the wounds of injured beasts and animals; this time it was just a habit. There's nothing special about it.”
Seeing his ears turn slightly red, Hongjun smiled wider and said with a teasing tone, “Hmm, so you didn't do it specifically for me; it was just convenient.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze's ears turned even redder, and his face began to flush.
“Disciple.” Hongjun called out.
"What do you want?" Ye Chuanze said impatiently, clearly reluctant to talk to him.
"Your face seems even redder than before."
"...That's because summer has arrived, and it's hot!"
"Disciple."
"What do you want?" Ye Chuanze replied with a fierce tone.
"It is currently cool autumn."
"…"
Ye Chuanze sat on the intricately carved bed, turning his head away, his gaze fixed on the bed as if he were very unwilling to look at Hongjun.
Hongjun, bare-chested, turned around and looked at him with a smile in his eyes, his expression also carrying a hint of helpless indulgence. He said, "What are you doing? Are you afraid to look at your master? What is there to be afraid of?"
"You... you, who said I was afraid to look at you!" Ye Chuanze suddenly turned back, just in time to meet his half-smiling gaze, and immediately felt deflated.
Hongjun shook his head and reached out to pat his head. "Sometimes I really don't understand what you're thinking."
"I don't understand what you're thinking either, Master," Ye Chuanze retorted defiantly.
"You!" Hongjun laughed and scolded him.
"Master," Ye Chuanze called out.
"Hmm?"
"Please put on your clothes," Ye Chuanze said, his lips twitching. This was too much for his heart to handle.
Hongjun tilted his head slightly, his silver hair cascading over his chest, his handsome and refined features accentuated by a long neck and prominent collarbones. His fair skin was exposed, and looking down revealed two distinct points...
Ye Chuanze could only feel... what a sin!
"Disciple, you have torn my clothes. How am I supposed to dress now?" Hongjun said.
"..." Ye Chuanze.
In the end, Ye Chuanze twitched his lips, took off his outer robe, and tossed it to him, saying, "This is compensation for you. Don't say I've torn your clothes again."
Ye Chuanze was truly relieved that he wore an inner garment; even just wearing that was enough to go out without losing face.
Hongjun humorously accepted the robe and said, "You still owe me another piece of clothing."
Ye Chuanze was furious at this remark. "Are you asking me to take off my inner garment as well?"
"If you are willing, there is no harm in it."
"...Master, are you planning to have your disciple go back completely undressed? Aren't you afraid of embarrassing me?"
"Who allowed you to leave?"
"......"
Hongjun looked at him, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Stay in Purple Cloud Palace with me for a few days. When it's time for you to leave, I will personally help you get dressed."
"...... There's no need to trouble Master. I will take my leave now." Ye Chuanze hurriedly got off the bed.
Hongjun looked at him with an inscrutable expression as Ye Chuanze clasped his hands and said, "Master, I still have matters to attend to, so I will take my leave." He then quickly walked away without even glancing back at Hongjun.
Hongjun sat on the bed, watching his departing figure without saying anything to stop him, his expression enigmatic. After a long while, once Ye Chuanze's silhouette had disappeared, he softly murmured, "It seems I scared him..."
With a light laugh, Hongjun shook his head amusingly and then reached out to untie the tightly wrapped bandage on his right shoulder. As the bandage came undone, it revealed smooth, fair skin on his right shoulder, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.
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