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The air in the great hall seemed to ignite with Meng Hao's challenge, an invisible smoke spreading throughout. No one expected this seemingly simple woodcutter to possess such courage. Bai Yunzi's eyes sparkled with appreciation, while Li Muqing's face turned ashen, his body trembling slightly with shame and anger. He wanted to retort but was intimidated by the sect leader's fury, and could only glare at Meng Hao, hatred boiling in his gaze.
The sect meeting concluded in an eerie silence. Although Meng Hao had temporarily thwarted Li Muqing's scheme, he had also attracted more trouble for himself. The disciples' gazes towards him shifted from initial disdain to wariness, and now to a complex mix of curiosity, hostility, and a hint of excitement. He understood that the days ahead would not be peaceful.
Returning to his quarters, Meng Hao felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The injuries within him, especially those inflicted during his battle with Li Muqing when he was struck by the Seven Injuries Fist, throbbed painfully. He forced himself to the bedside, but as soon as he sat down, he let out a muffled groan as a mouthful of blood surged up his throat, which he swallowed back down with great effort. His brow furrowed tightly, his complexion pale, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"This internal injury is worse than I imagined!" Meng Hao cursed inwardly, gritting his teeth as he tried to channel the energy of the Heavenly Axe to heal himself. However, while the axe could provide formidable defense and counterattack, it seemed inadequate for healing internal wounds. Leaning against the wall, he gasped for breath, every muscle in his body twitching.
Just as he struggled, the door creaked open gently, and a slender figure slipped inside quietly. Moonlight streamed through the window, outlining her graceful silhouette—it was Sun Ruoshui.
"Meng Hao senior brother, are you... are you alright?" Sun Ruoshui's voice carried a hint of concern as she hurried to Meng Hao's side and immediately noticed his pale face and the sweat on his brow. A wave of sympathy surged in her expressive eyes.
Meng Hao looked up abruptly upon seeing Sun Ruoshui; surprise washed over him followed by warmth. He hadn’t expected her to come quietly at this late hour. He wanted to assure her that he was fine, but it felt as if something was lodged in his throat, and all that came out were a few hoarse coughs.
Seeing this, Sun Ruoshui quickly knelt beside him and gently placed her delicate fingers on Meng Hao's wrist. Her fingertips were warm and soft, carrying a faint scent of medicine that made Meng Hao’s heart flutter; even the chaotic energy within him seemed to calm slightly.
"Don't move!" Sun Ruoshui said softly yet firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Your internal organs are severely damaged; if you keep pushing yourself like this, it will affect your foundation!"
She swiftly took out a small porcelain vial from her robe and poured out several pills that emitted a strong medicinal fragrance before unceremoniously placing them into Meng Hao’s mouth. "This is the Revitalizing Pill; it can stabilize your heart pulse and heal internal injuries." Her voice remained gentle but held an undeniable authority.
Meng Hao swallowed the pill with difficulty. A warm sensation spread throughout his body almost instantly, significantly alleviating the pain in his internal organs. He looked at Sun Ruoshui with gratitude in his eyes, emotions swirling within him.
Sun Ruoshui didn’t give him a chance to speak; she leaned closer to Meng Hao’s chest and gently unfastened his clothing. Her movements were precise like that of a healer's but were also charged with an alluring intimacy due to her proximity and curvaceous figure that made Meng Hao’s heart race. Her breath brushed against his neck with a cool sweetness; the fullness of her chest barely grazed his arm, sending a rush of blood coursing through him.
"Does it hurt? Do you want me to add more medicine?" Sun Ruoshui asked softly, her voice filled with deep concern. Her eyes sparkled like two clear springs, reflecting Meng Hao's slightly flushed face.
Meng Hao's heart skipped a beat, enveloped by an unprecedented warmth. He had never experienced such meticulous care, especially from a woman so beautiful and skilled. He wanted to say it didn't hurt, but he found himself reluctant to part with this feeling of being cared for. So he simply shook his head gently, not making a sound.
Sun Ruoshui's delicate fingers glided over his injured meridians like butterfly wings. With each touch, a warm stream of spiritual energy flowed into him, alleviating his pain. Her movements seemed to possess a certain magic, gradually calming the turbulent energy within Meng Hao. The fragrant herbs in the medical room mixed with her faint body scent completely enveloped him. He could even distinctly feel the rise and fall of her chest; each breath seemed to caress his heartstrings.
"That guy Li Muqing is truly insidious!" Sun Ruoshui murmured as she treated Meng Hao's wounds, her tone tinged with indignation. "He has long wanted to expel you from the sect; this time he’s just using it as an excuse."
Hearing her words stirred something in Meng Hao. Although he had suspected Li Muqing harbored hostility towards him, he hadn't anticipated such relentless pressure.
"Why does he hate me so much?" Meng Hao asked hoarsely.
Sun Ruoshui's fingers pressed gently against his chest before moving softly upwards, almost brushing against his Adam's apple. "Because you stand in his way," she replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of seduction. "He is the most favored disciple of the sect leader and is determined to win first place in the sect competition to rightfully take over the position of sect leader. But you, a sudden appearance of a mere woodcutter, make him feel threatened."
Her voice grew softer, almost whispering in Meng Hao's ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine.
"He even wants... wants to take your Heavenly Axe," Sun Ruoshui said, her voice trembling slightly before becoming resolute again. "That's why I... I want to help you."
She lifted her head, her watery eyes filled with deep affection and concern for Meng Hao. Unbeknownst to him, her hand had slipped from his chest to his waist, gently caressing him.
"I... I don't want to see you get hurt," Sun Ruoshui said, as her other hand brushed against Meng Hao's face, her fingertips lightly tracing his strong jawline. "A person like Li Muqing doesn't deserve to be sect leader!"
Meng Hao felt blood rush to his face. He had never been treated so intimately by a woman before, let alone by someone as alluring as this Medical Woman. Her gaze, her voice, her touch all silently conveyed an ambiguous sentiment. A strong impulse surged within him to pull her into his embrace; however, reason screamed at him that this was not the time for romantic entanglements.
"You... you help me, aren't you afraid of being retaliated against by Li Muqing?" Meng Hao struggled to keep his voice calm, but his throat felt tight.
Sun Ruoshui smiled gently, her smile carrying a hint of mischief and allure. "Afraid? I'm not afraid at all." As she spoke, she leaned in closer, almost able to feel the rapid beating of Meng Hao's heart. "I just... don't want you to be bullied by him. Besides, I have a feeling that you and that axe are not ordinary people. You... can bring me a different world."
Her words struck Meng Hao like a jolt of electricity, hitting his heart instantly. Her gaze was filled with curiosity and anticipation, as if she were trying to see right through him. He knew that her interest was not merely out of kindness; there was a deep curiosity within her, tinged with a hint of secret desire.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, feeling Sun Ruoshui's fingers pressing lightly against his waist, that gentle touch seeming to melt him away. He wanted to push her away but couldn't bear to part with that warm and ambiguous sensation. He struggled internally, torn between conflicting emotions.
"You..." Just as Meng Hao was about to speak, Sun Ruoshui suddenly raised another hand and gently pressed it against his lips.
"Don't speak," she said softly, her eyes glimmering with seduction. "Tonight, you just need to focus on healing. Leave everything else to me."
Her voice carried a certain magic that stirred Meng Hao's heart. He gazed at the Sun Ruoshui who was so close, her eyes clear like autumn water but now filled with an indescribable tenderness. He felt himself being drawn in by an invisible force, his rationality slowly crumbling.
He realized that tonight, Sun Ruoshui was not just a healer; she was a woman filled with affection for him. And he seemed to have developed some indescribable feelings for her as well. The ambiguous atmosphere in the infirmary lingered, more intense than the scent of medicine, leaving him feeling somewhat breathless.
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