The Love Flower has been retrieved!
A jade box contains a crystal-clear flower the size of a bowl, so beautiful it seems unreal.
Ah Sang took the flower and imdiately began concocting the dicinal brew. Half an hour later, she returned with a small bowl of the concoction for Wufu to drink.
"She doesn’t have Inner Strength. Who among you will help her circulate energy to quickly absorb this dicine?" Ah Sang instructed.
"I will." Hoo Die stepped forward, sitting cross-legged behind Wufu, who had removed her outer garnt, and said, "Lady, please forgive !"
"Don’t be so talkative." Wufu slightly tilted her head.
Hoo Die flipped her hands and channeled her Inner Strength, pressing her palms onto Wufu’s back.
Though Wufu lacked Inner Strength, she was familiar with the Cultivation Technique. As a surge of Inner Strength hit her back, she drew energy from her Dantian, following Hoo Die’s energy to circulate it within her own body.
After a quarter of an hour, Hoo Die withdrew her hands, and Wufu, with beads of sweat on her forehead and slightly flushed cheeks, was attended by Jadeite, who wiped her forehead.
Wufu exhaled, noticing that Ah Jiu was already lying within the circle, upper body bare, gazing at her.
"Jhin Mo, let’s live together." Wufu leaned over and kissed his lips tenderly.
"Alright."
"Saintess, the auspicious ti has co," an elder glanced at the Star Disk and said.
Ah Sang nodded and cleared the people from the Sacred Altar, leaving only Yuan Ye and a few close attendants, strictly instructing them not to disturb.
She ascended the tower of the Sacred Altar, barefoot, kneeling and bowing, muttering, forming complex hand seals.
The elders, too, sat cross-legged, forming complex hand seals and chanting.
Wufu found the scene sowhat eerie.
A gentle breeze blew, its sound whimpering, as everyone held their breath in anticipation.
Ah Sang leaped down from the tower, taking a sharp knife and an ancient Silver Bowl from the tray held by a servant.
She knelt and directly stabbed a point near Ah Jiu’s heart.
Wufu almost scread, instinctively wanting to intervene, but was halted by Ah Sang’s sharp gaze.
Not only Wufu, but even Yuan Ye and the others almost rushed forward.
Ah Sang deftly stabbed and withdrew the knife, sprinkling sothing on the spot, and no blood flowed.
"If you regret it now, it’s not too late," Ah Sang said, holding her hand. "Once the bleeding starts, it won’t stop until the parasite erges."
"Stop the nonsense." Wufu gritted her teeth, closing her eyes.
Seeing this, Ah Sang directly used the knife to cut Wufu’s ten fingers, causing blood to flow and an exotic fragrance to instantly perate the air.
"Such fragrance." Everyone couldn’t help but take a deep breath, looking at Wufu.
Wufu shivered in pain, her hands held by Ah Sang, dripping blood onto the wound on Ah Jiu’s chest, then saring it on his orifices.
Ah Jiu’s body soon beca stained with Wufu’s blood, especially the orifices, a sight that was shocking.
Ah Sang, half-kneeling, stared intensely at Ah Jiu’s chest, her gaze suddenly sharpened.
A small bump appeared at the heart and quickly moved before sinking back down.
Ah Jiu groaned in pain, began to tremble, clenching his fists tightly, yet his eyes remained fixed on Wufu.
"Hold his arms and legs down," Ah Sang ordered Yuan Ye and the others.
Yuan Ye and the others stepped forward to restrain Ah Jiu’s hands and feet, preventing him from moving.
As Wufu’s blood flowed more and more, Ah Jiu’s pain intensified, with bean-sized sweat forming on his forehead. At this point, even Ah Sang understood, and even Yuan Ye and the others could see the parasite frantically moving around Ah Jiu’s heart.
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