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“Seven Nights Brother, let's go.” Fengyin returned to Misty Mountain, her expression a bit excited; the hard work of these three years was finally about to bear fruit.
Seven Nights saw Fengyin's purple and blue forehead and her swollen lips, all the resentment contained in his heart. Not only did he want to overcome the demonic obstacles, but he also wanted to promise her a stable future.
“Fengyin, I will definitely protect you,” Seven Nights said in his heart.
In Jiangzhou, at Qin Mountain near Longyang Stream, it is said that in ancient times, a divine dragon once coiled here, inhaling the essence of heaven and earth. The dragon's flames formed natural ravines, and over time, the underground springs gushed forth, creating this natural hot spring, Longyang Stream. However, it is high and steep, accessible only to those with profound lightness skills. Fengyin brought Seven Nights to the foot of Qin Mountain, and they climbed step by step until they stopped at Longyang Stream.
One had exhausted his internal energy, while the other had dissipated her true qi; they could only look up in awe.
Fengyin frowned tightly. Over these three years, she had only heard of how perilous this place was, but she never expected it to be such a natural barrier. At this moment, it was impossible for them to reach the depths of Longyang Stream.
Feeling a heaviness in his heart, Seven Nights comforted Fengyin, “Fengyin, let’s go back and think of another way.”
Fengyin shook her head; they were just one step away from success. At this moment, how could she give up? Although what happened last night had embarrassed her greatly, it made her realize that human potential could be stimulated by medicine. If bodily desires could be awakened, then her true qi could surely be gathered through medicine as well. Before leaving, she had spent a long time developing a potion but hadn’t tested it. She didn’t know what dangers this stimulating potion might pose for temporarily condensing true qi. Regardless of everything else, she closed her eyes and swallowed the pill, sitting cross-legged to circulate her energy. That long-lost lightness returned; she felt her once-heavy body gradually becoming lighter.
“Seven Nights Brother, hold on tight to me; I’ll take you up,” Fengyin revealed the happiest smile she had shown in these three years.
In Longyang Stream, Seven Nights, bare-chested, sat quietly in the hot spring water. This was no ordinary hot spring; it was scaldingly hot. If not for the presence of Xuanbing, he certainly wouldn’t have been able to endure it. Even with Xuanbing protecting him, fine beads of sweat appeared on his resolute face.
Meanwhile, Fengyin was at the spring's edge preparing medicine, applying the concocted potion onto Seven Nights's grayish-white hair, hoping for some effect. However, all that happened was that his hair changed from grayish-white to gray; there were no other improvements.
It seems that the herbs collected over the years have had no effect on Seven Nights' hair. If Fo-Ti were used as a medicinal catalyst, the chances of success would likely increase. However, Fo-Ti grows in the Azure Abyss, located in the western part of the Heavenly Xuan Empire, which is guarded by the Cold Crow. The Cold Crow is a strange creature, pitch black all over, sleepless day and night, and feeds on Fo-Ti. Although the Cold Crow has no real offensive power, its cries can plunge those who hear them into illusions from which they cannot escape. Even if one manages to break free from one illusion, the Cold Crow lives in groups, creating multiple illusions—how could anyone possibly escape? Even if someone were to break free from all the illusions, the Cold Crow has long consumed the heavenly material Fo-Ti, making their bodies as hard as iron. A few Cold Crows attacking together could easily devour a living person.
Although the Cold Crow is terrifying, the Fo-Ti they guard has little use beyond turning hair black, so no one dares to provoke these magical and troublesome creatures.
"Brother Seven Nights, your hair—Fengyin will think of a way for you."
"It's fine, really."
After all, it was her medicine that caused Seven Nights' hair to change color.
"I want it this way; if it could turn white, I would be even happier."
Fengyin raised her hand and pricked a silver needle into Seven Nights' solid back. Did he think white hair looked good? Didn't he know that many children had cried out in fear at her appearance, calling her a monster? Prick prick prick—Seven Nights was once again turned into a porcupine.
"Fengyin, you should come down and soak too; this spring water is truly miraculous." He could feel his vital energy flowing more smoothly within him.
Fengyin pouted. "No thanks; men and women should keep their distance." She continued to insert needles!
"Everyone follow me up; the Seven Night Demon Lord is just above. We can't forget about exterminating his clan; moreover, that Demon Scripture is still in the hands of the Seven Night Demon Lord. Such an evil object can only be kept from causing harm to the martial world when it is in righteous hands." Many people were arriving at Longyang Stream. A few days ago, someone spread the word that the Seven Night Demon Lord would appear at Longyang Stream. Having rolled around in the martial world for many years, Seven Nights had made quite a few enemies. Coupled with the envy-inducing Demonic Arts and the dream of defeating the Seven Night Demon Lord to gain fame in the martial world, many martial artists rushed over.
Due to the natural terrain of Longyang Stream, no one could fly up for a moment; they all hid in the trees and bushes below, waiting for the Seven Night Demon Lord to appear so they could surround him and ensure he met a gruesome end.
"Last time we were lucky he escaped; this time we absolutely cannot miss this opportunity. It took us a lot of effort to gather so many people to assist." A White Scholar said to the nearby Purple-Clad Man with a sinister expression.
"Blood Feud, along with the enmity of parents and siblings, he will take revenge on all. Today, let the Seven Night Demon Lord be buried here, and let Misty Mountain be disgraced in the martial world." Back then, he tracked the Seven Night Demon Lord to Misty Mountain, but lost his trace since then. He had long suspected that the Seven Night Demon Lord was hiding in Misty Mountain. That seemingly righteous Yun Zhongzi had colluded with the demonic sect long ago, and now he was indistinguishable from black and white, saving the notorious Seven Nights. It was hard to understand how such a person could gain fame in the martial world. Today was his time for revenge and to make a name for himself in the martial world. Tang Zhen looked forward to it, gazing at Longyang Stream from above.
"Give me your hand." Seven Nights complied and placed his hand by the spring, while Fengyin took his pulse, unable to suppress a smile.
"My guess was indeed correct." Fengyin was also very pleased; this was her first time successfully treating someone who should have been considered untreatable, so she felt particularly accomplished.
Only with the balance of yin and yang can one dispel demonic obstacles. After all, demonic obstacles are merely a result of Demonic Arts operating to forcibly alter the body for optimal performance. This alteration is painful, and only when the body's strength exceeds the limits of what Demonic Arts can modify can one resist it. The coldest Xuanbing and the hottest Dragon Flame, combined with Fengyin using various herbal essences to nurture Seven Nights' body, are all indispensable. Although Seven Nights currently lacks internal energy, his true qi is dense and his body is strong—he is a natural treasure. Given time, he will surely advance further in martial arts.
"So you regarded me as an experiment," Seven Nights said ethereally.
Fengyin blinked innocently, looking quite adorable.
"Alright, let's go home and tell Grandpa this good news, then send a letter to Master." She could already feel the true qi within her slowly depleting; it was time to return.
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