She truly had an inseparable bond with cliffs, how much more of this heavenly mandate was there to endure…
This was the only thought in Yan Jiaojiao's mind as she fainted.
Little did she know that the moment she fell, a dark figure appeared in mid-air. A slender, strong hand reached out, but it was still too late to stop Yan Jiaojiao's descent.
The night was deep, the moon was a faint red. Dongfang Cangwu seemed to tear open a hole in this dark fabric and floated in, his brows lightly furrowed. Having failed to stop Yan Jiaojiao’s fall, he felt an unbearable pain within his own body. Clutching his chest, he hurried forward to check on her.
At this moment, Yan Jiaojiao lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, motionless and unconscious, with only blood slowly trickling from the corners of her mouth and nostrils.
Dongfang Cangwu knew that her internal organs were severely injured, and several of her bones were broken. She was barely clinging to life.
"You truly are a worry!" Dongfang Cangwu grumbled hatefully, looking at Yan Jiaojiao.
He had been cultivating peacefully when a strong, ominous premonition struck him. Without a second thought, he had instinctively rushed to Yan Jiaojiao's side.
As expected, it was this damned woman causing trouble again.
And she had nearly died!
Thinking that his own life would be in peril if Yan Jiaojiao died, Dongfang Cangwu had no choice but to step forward and crouch down. One hand hovered above Yan Jiaojiao's body, his distinct fingers splayed open. A radiant stream of spiritual energy gushed forth, enveloping Yan Jiaojiao's entire form and continuously mending her injuries.
Finally, a quarter of an hour later, under Dongfang Cangwu's powerful spiritual healing, Yan Jiaojiao's wounds had completely healed!
Dongfang Cangwu, having expended too much spiritual energy, looked even more translucent than his already pale face. He had a fragile, broken aura that would surely evoke pity in anyone who saw him.
However, even though Yan Jiaojiao's injuries were healed, Dongfang Cangwu's brow remained furrowed. This was because Yan Jiaojiao was still afflicted with a potent demonic poison, one that even he, the Demon Emperor, could not cure.
Dongfang Cangwu looked up at the ten-thousand-foot-high cliff. The next second, he was already standing at its precipice.
Two魅女 (mei nu - charming women) had been lingering by the cliff edge for a while. They had decided to give up on searching for Yan Jiaojiao's corpse in the abyss. Just as they were about to retreat dejectedly, a tall figure suddenly blocked their path, startling both of them.
The cold wind ruffled Dongfang Cangwu's dark hair. His originally handsome and unparalleled face now appeared even colder, like a sculpted deity of ice.
"Give me the antidote."
Dongfang Cangwu parted his thin lips slightly, his gaze chillingly fixed on the two魅女.
The魅女 seemed to be jolted awake by his voice. Looking at Dongfang Cangwu, they couldn't react and retorted, "What antidote?"
Dongfang Cangwu remained silent. With a slight movement, a powerful shockwave sent them flying to the edge of the cliff. As their bodies landed, Dongfang Cangwu placed a foot on the abdomen of one of the魅女.
"Remember now?"
Even if they were foolish, the two魅女 understood. This man had come to avenge Yan Jiaojiao. At this moment, they were filled with regret. Had they known Yan Jiaojiao had such a terrifying backing, they would never have dared to covet the ten lifetimes of good karma within her body.
Dongfang Cangwu lost his patience. He pressed down with his foot, and the魅女 let out a wail, "Ah! I remember, I remember!"
"The antidote!"
"There is no antidote! Some demonic poisons have antidotes?" the魅女 cried out in pain. The demons only knew how to kill, not how to save! Most demons only administered poison, never providing antidotes. Their own tribe's ultimate poison was certainly not accompanied by an antidote.
Dongfang Cangwu continued to press down with his foot. The other魅女 scrambled to her feet and crawled on her knees to Dongfang Cangwu's feet, attempting to beg for mercy. Before her hand could even touch a corner of his robe, her entire body exploded, instantly turning into a mass of pulverized blood mist, which the cold wind then dispersed into the abyss!
"Ah!" The魅女 under his foot shrieked, tears and snot flowing together. "There isn't one, I swear I'm not lying! There really is no antidote! Please let me go!"
Dongfang Cangwu's expression darkened. "Trash."
The last魅女 also vanished, turning into a blood mist.
The night was silent. Dongfang Cangwu turned and flew back down into the cliff.
However, Yan Jiaojiao was no longer in her original spot.
She really couldn't stay still for a moment.
Dongfang Cangwu frowned and released his consciousness. He then discovered that Yan Jiaojiao had walked to a nearby river.
Presumably, while Dongfang Cangwu had gone up to seek revenge, Yan Jiaojiao had woken up and followed the sound of the water.
Knowing Yan Jiaojiao's current weak state, Dongfang Cangwu had no choice but to pursue her again.
He happened to see Yan Jiaojiao standing by the river. The water flowed swiftly downwards, and Yan Jiaojiao's body swayed precariously due to her weakness, almost falling into the unfathomable river. She managed to steady herself and muttered, "Truly useless."
Dongfang Cangwu wholeheartedly agreed, but he couldn't let her fall. He called out, "You'd better come back."
Yan Jiaojiao had not expected anyone to appear. As she looked up in surprise, her unsteady foot slipped, and she completely fell into the river with a splash, disappearing without a trace. The swift current didn't even give Yan Jiaojiao a chance to resurface.
Dongfang Cangwu's face had turned as dark as ink. Was this damned woman incapable of staying still for even a moment?
Despite his frustration, Dongfang Cangwu had to dive into the river to rescue her again.
Yan Jiaojiao bobbed in the river. Her numb and weak limbs were insufficient to propel her through the water, and she was forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of water.
Just as Yan Jiaojiao was about to pass out, a dark figure pressed close. Beautifully shaped thin lips covered Yan Jiaojiao's lips, and a breath was transferred. Yan Jiaojiao instantly felt alive again and couldn't help but greedily suck on the air from those thin lips.
Lips and tongues intertwined, and a cold fragrance filled her nostrils.
Yan Jiaojiao reached out and wrapped her arms around the solid body to prevent herself from sinking further. Every inch of muscle beneath her hands was firm yet not overly pronounced.
In the chaotic river water, Yan Jiaojiao even managed to make a positive assessment of the other person's physique.
Dongfang Cangwu's sole focus was on saving her, or rather, saving himself. He didn't notice Yan Jiaojiao's hands subtly moving over his body. He simply broke through the water with Yan Jiaojiao, creating a splash.
Yan Jiaojiao felt her breathing ease. Then, the warm embrace was gone. The next second, Yan Jiaojiao was roughly thrown onto the ground by the riverbank!
"Ouch!"
Already numb all over, the fall pained Yan Jiaojiao enough to make her cry out.
Dongfang Cangwu showed no tenderness. He walked over with his wet steps, looking down at Yan Jiaojiao on the ground, and said fiercely, "You'd better behave yourself!"