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On Misty Mountain, Yun Zhongzi returned home after gathering herbs. He poured himself a cup of tea and looked at the boy lying in the chair, basking in the sunlight but with cold, melancholic eyes. Beside him, Old Zhang was preparing medicine.
"Seven Nights, have you taken your medicine today?"
The boy remained silent and asked with confusion, "Can you save my mother?"
"I owe you both so much."
Seven Nights only responded with a pale smile.
"Wait for your father’s disciple to come back to take care of you, and then I will go save your mother."
"Is it the person who will save me?" His expression was sorrowful. "Why can't the world accept us?"
Yun Zhongzi waved his hand. "Seven Nights, your father will not allow you to be harmed again. Do not practice that troubling Demonic Arts any longer."
Seven Nights did not respond; he simply patted Hehe, who was lying nearby soaking up the sun. Is there a way back in this world? He had once thought about it but underestimated the tyranny of the Demonic Arts. If left uncontrolled, it would claim lives on its own. To master it, one must continue to cultivate it, yet he himself did not know what he would become if he continued down this path. However, in the martial world, to protect his mother, he had no choice. The martial world could not tolerate them as mother and son; was it not precisely for the sake of obtaining this supreme Demonic Arts? Once mastered, he would have no rivals in the world.
He had known for a long time that he had a father who was renowned in the martial world. He felt proud of him and wished to tell those who hunted him that he had a powerful father who could protect him. But his mother forbade him from seeking out his father because they were both part of the demonic path while his father was a revered figure in the martial world. Now his father told him that he would protect them; why couldn’t he get close to such a good father? Was it just for the sake of reputation in the martial world? Did his mother value that reputation more than her own son?
Feeling frustrated inside, his vital energy surged violently within him. Seven Nights' face turned ashen. Seeing this, Yun Zhongzi hurriedly sealed his acupoints and sighed inwardly at how tyrannical the Demonic Arts were; they could turn a person into a demon! "Seven Nights, listen to your father; I will definitely cure you and remove your demonic affliction."
Seven Nights nodded painfully but still lost clarity in his eyes.
When Fengyin returned, Old Zhang was tying up Seven Nights with ropes.
"Grandfather, what happened to him?"
Yun Zhongzi sighed, and Old Zhang shook his head helplessly.
"Disciple, come here."
"Yes, Master."
Looking at his master, who seemed to have aged a few years, he wondered why all the misfortunes were happening at once.
"Disciple, is the patient better?"
"Replying to Master, yes, he is better."
"Then I can rest assured to leave Seven Nights in your care. I need to go down the mountain to find Seven Nights' mother. This notebook contains my notes from treating Seven Nights; you should read it carefully and make sure to take good care of him." Yun Zhongzi sighed, "He has fallen into the Demonic Arts and was attacked by others; he has suffered greatly."
"Yes, Master."
Yun Zhongzi packed some essentials and then went down the mountain.
Seven Nights' condition fluctuated between good and bad. Fengyin knew he was secretly practicing again behind her back but didn't get angry; she only advised him not to practice too much when he felt unwell, offering to share her true energy with him.
This Demonic Arts could indeed become addictive.
"Niuniu, don't go in there! Seven Nights is in a terrible state right now. When he was locked up, his eyes were red; he almost devoured Grandpa," Old Zhang pulled Fengyin back.
"Grandpa, I have to go in. In the past few times when I was preparing medicine, you didn't let me know. If he can't hold back and practices secretly again, his body will break down," Fengyin said seriously.
Old Zhang had no choice but to unlock the door and let her in. Seven Nights was curled up on the ground, his face pale and terrifying. It seemed that he sensed Fengyin's presence as he opened his eyes, which were now blood-red and glowing ominously.
Fengyin was seeing him in a state of magical disturbance for the first time. Clearly, both Seven Nights and Old Zhang had been keeping this from her, and Old Zhang himself couldn't handle it, so he could only let Seven Nights fend for himself.
"Why did you keep this from me, Grandpa?"
"I didn't want you to see me like this."
"Are you trying to throw your life away?"
"I..."
"Hurry and meditate."
Fengyin sat in front of Seven Nights, palms facing each other. As their vital energies flowed together, three years passed just like that. Due to the prolonged exchange of vital energy with Seven Nights, her once black hair had turned completely white. Every time he touched her, Seven Nights felt a pang of heartache.
Old Zhang had also tried to intervene, but remembering Yun Zhongzi's great kindness towards them, he could only think of ways to help Fengyin recover.
Yun Zhongzi had been gone for three years and had sent word that Master's Wife had fallen victim to a curse from the Southern Wilderness, and they were already on their way there. Fengyin updated Seven Nights on her condition; everything was still fine, but due to long-term medication, her hair had turned grayish-white.
In these three years, Fengyin had not stepped out of Misty Mountain even once and was unaware of the outside world. The patients seeking treatment on the mountain were all guided by her grandfather, and daily chores were also handled by him because Seven Nights could not be separated from her.
At the peak of Misty Mountain, Fengyin's white hair fluttered in the wind.
"This silly girl is gazing again."
"What are you looking at?" Every time Fengyin had that longing feeling as if she wanted to ride the wind and return, it made Seven Nights anxious. Hearing Old Zhang mention it today, he couldn't help but ask.
"Looking towards my hometown, looking for my beloved, feeling heartbroken." Old Zhang shook his head. Seeing Seven Nights' contemplative expression, he couldn't help but laugh, "Seven Nights, if you fall into this obsession, the old man wouldn't dare entrust his granddaughter to you."
Seeing Seven Nights' determined demeanor, the old man walked away with a sly smile. He didn't care; as long as Niuniu was happy, that was enough for him at his age. Just looking towards his hometown was sufficient. Although he didn't even know where to look, it was a kind of solace, finding a pleasing place to gaze upon.
The places that cannot be reached are called the distance, and the names that cannot be returned to are called home.
He, the old man, would just gaze towards the distant hometown.
Indeed, as she said, the carrier pigeon could not reach her home. He could only hear about her through rumors in the martial world. It was said that Yun Zhongzi's beloved disciple had inherited all true teachings and had been saving lives over the years. Her unparalleled grace made her the object of admiration in the martial world. Although she had never left Misty Mountain, she had gained fame throughout the realm and was bestowed with the title of Medical Fairy. That mysterious Medical Fairy firmly held the position of the most beautiful woman in the martial world; according to gossip, Young Master Mu had already passed his twenties but had yet to marry. Many young ladies were eagerly waiting for him, and under the Mu Family's illustrious name, numerous women from the martial world were infatuated with him. Unfortunately, love was unrequited; amidst the uncertainties of the martial world, Young Master Mu shared a deep friendship with the current Sovereign, leading to suspicions of a romantic relationship.
Inside Mu Family's Jiangzhou Villa.
"Young Master, you are here playing your flute again. Madam and Sir are looking for you to have dinner." Hibiscus nodded indifferently, bowed towards the giant stone, and floated away.
"This place Jin'er found is truly a treasure; warm in winter and cool in summer. Especially that Mother Stone, it really grants wishes."
"Then why hasn't Madam wished for a child?"
"No need to suffer that fate; having Jin'er is enough." Ji Yuyan expressed concern again, "It's just about my family's Jin'er's marriage, sigh."
"Why does Madam sigh?"
"Why is Fengyin so resolute? Even though I adore her so much, seeing Jin'er like this makes me resentful."
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