0p0 Chapter 341
Chapter 341
The divine physician stood by the bedside, his gaze fixed intently on the pale-faced Dongfang Wan'er lying on the couch. After a long while, he could only shake his head helplessly, his eyes filled with regret and powerlessness, as if telling the story of the severity of her illness. However, in this heart-wrenching moment of silence, Dongfang Wan'er's slender fingers trembled slightly, as delicately as a flower bud being stirred by a spring breeze.
Ye Jiuchen hadn't left the bedside for a moment, keeping watch over Wan'er. Now, he keenly noticed this subtle change, and his eyes instantly filled with joy. He quickly leaned closer, his eyes fixed on Wan'er without blinking, afraid of missing any movement. He saw Dongfang Wan'er's long eyelashes tremble slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, and then she slowly opened her eyes. Her once bright and lively eyes now held a hint of confusion, like an infant newly arrived in the world, bewilderedly surveying her surroundings, both strange and familiar.
"Wan'er, you're awake!" Ye Jiuchen's voice trembled slightly with excitement, the deep affection and joy in his tone seemingly able to dispel all the gloom in the world. Dongfang Wan'er's gaze slowly focused on Ye Jiuchen's face. Seeing his face full of concern and joy, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she smiled weakly, saying softly, "Jiuchen, what happened? I feel like I've been sleeping in the dark for a very, very long time, having many chaotic and unclear dreams."
Ye Jiuchen gently took her hand and said tenderly, "It's alright, Wan'er, everything is over. Now you just need to rest and recuperate." His voice was soft yet firm, like the warm spring sun, warming Wan'er's heart.
On the other side of the village, Lu Muchuan returned home, filled with resentment. All the way, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his anger burned fiercely. Each step he took seemed to carry immense weight, kicking up dust. "Ye Jiuchen, I will repay this humiliation tenfold!" he vowed silently. Back home, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The resentment surged within him like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm him. "I must find a way to improve my martial arts. Next time I face Ye Jiuchen, I will make him fall at my feet!" His eyes gleamed with a resolute light, like burning stars.
Therefore, Lu Muchuan immediately dispatched his servants to inquire about information everywhere. No clue, no matter how small, related to improving martial arts skills could be overlooked. A few days later, news reached his ears: on those towering, precipitous cliffs, a kind of magical herb grew, said to greatly enhance one's martial arts prowess upon consumption. Upon hearing this, Lu Muchuan's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Ignoring his still-healing leg injury, he resolutely decided to go and find it.
When Lu's family learned of his decision, they rushed to dissuade him. His mother, tears streaming down her face, tugged at his sleeve and pleaded, "Son, that cliff is so dangerous! Your leg injury hasn't healed yet. How can you go like this? What if something happens to you? How can I live with myself then!" His father stood aside with a serious expression and said, "Mu Chuan, you mustn't act impulsively. To disregard your own safety for a moment's anger is absolutely unwise!" However, Lu Mu Chuan's mind was made up. At this moment, his heart was completely consumed by the flames of revenge, and any dissuasion was like a breeze, unable to sway him in the slightest.
Carrying a simple bag and holding a rope, he trudged step by step towards the cliff. Thorns tore at his clothes, and jagged rocks tripped him, but he never stopped for a moment. Finally, he reached the foot of the towering cliff. Looking up, the steep cliff face seemed like a ladder to the heavens, inspiring awe. Lu Muchuan took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the rope, and began his arduous climb. His hands gripped tightly to the cracks in the cliff face, his feet searching for footholds. Each step upward was accompanied by the rustling sound of falling rocks. Sweat soaked his back, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the rocks beneath his feet. But his eyes remained steadfast, fixed on the faintly visible herb at the cliff top, as if it were his only salvation in this life.
After a harrowing climb, he finally reached the place where the immortal herb grew. Just as he reached out to pluck it, his foot slipped, and he was instantly suspended in mid-air, held only by the rope in his hand. Below was a bottomless abyss; a fall would surely mean certain death. But Lu Muchuan did not flinch. He gritted his teeth, used all his strength to steady himself, and carefully approached the herb again, finally succeeding in plucking it. At that moment, a relieved smile appeared on his face, a smile that contained both the joy of overcoming hardship and the anticipation of future revenge.
Back home, Lu Muchuan meticulously cared for his body according to the ancient texts, slowly absorbing the medicinal power of the immortal herb. As time passed, he clearly felt his strength greatly increase. His body, which had been weak due to his injuries, was now full of vitality, and every muscle seemed to contain boundless power. He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within him, and the burning desire to fight Ye Jiuchen again rekindled in his heart.
On this bright and sunny day, a gentle breeze was blowing. Lu Muchuan, filled with fighting spirit and an unwavering determination to win, arrived at Ye Jiuchen's residence. At that moment, Ye Jiuchen was leisurely strolling in the garden with Dongfang Wan'er, admiring the profusion of flowers. The colorful blossoms swayed gently in the breeze, releasing their fragrance, creating a tranquil and beautiful scene. Suddenly, Ye Jiuchen sensed a sharp aura approaching. He looked up and saw Lu Muchuan striding towards him, his eyes flashing with defiance.
"Ye Jiuchen, let's have another match today!" Lu Muchuan shouted, his voice echoing like thunder in the garden. Ye Jiuchen frowned slightly. He glanced at Dongfang Wan'er beside him, gently patted her hand to reassure her, then turned to face Lu Muchuan, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, and said, "Alright, since you're so persistent, then I'll fight you."
The two quickly assumed their stances, their eyes locked, a tense atmosphere filling the air, like a powder keg ready to ignite. Lu Muchuan struck first, his movements as swift as lightning, instantly closing in. His fists whistled through the air, carrying the powerful energy bestowed by the immortal herb; each punch was ferocious, seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. Ye Jiuchen dared not be careless. He moved nimbly, dodging left and right, skillfully avoiding Lu Muchuan's attacks. However, Lu Muchuan's offensive was relentless, like a storm, and Ye Jiuchen gradually found himself on the defensive, forced to constantly defend and search for an opportunity to counterattack.
Dongfang Wan'er stood to the side, watching the two sparring with burning anxiety. Her gaze was fixed on Ye Jiuchen's figure, her hands unconsciously clenched together, her nails digging deep into her palms. Suddenly, she noticed that Lu Muchuan, in his pursuit of explosive power, had revealed a slight opening in his lower body during his attack. "Jiuchen, attack his lower body!" she shouted urgently.