Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Making the Wedding Dress for Others
Yang Xiao lay on top of Lan Xin, creating somewhat of a beautiful scene.
Several female disciples from the Shenming Mountain Sect saw this, each of them agape and standing there dumbfounded.
Sister Lan Xin is known for her icy purity and extreme pride. Given her temperament, isn’t she going to kill Yang Xiao later?
Of course, not only the female disciples of the Shenming Mountain Sect were surprised, but also a group of male disciples from the Wudang Sect felt quite jealous, to put it precisely.
They’ve known Lan Xin and the others from the Shenming Mountain Sect for a long time, without gaining the slightest advantage, and despite often courting favor, they rarely even received a smile. Yet here was Yang Xiao, having met her for less than half a day, and he was already lying on top of her.
Zhang Hai, Zhang Jian, and others watched Yang Xiao lying on Lan Xin, truly wishing they could pull Yang Xiao aside and take his place.
Being watched by everyone, Yang Xiao also became dumbfounded and forgot to get up, just propping himself up with his hands on the ground, pressing down firmly on Lan Xin’s belly.
"Aren’t you going to get up?"
Lan Xin finally couldn’t bear it anymore and whispered.
"Oh!"
Yang Xiao, like a complete fool, hurriedly stood up, awkwardly smiled at the people around him, and stretched out his right hand, attempting to pull up Lan Xin, who was still on the ground. Lan Xin climbed up on her own with her face flushed red and walked away with her head down.
The female disciples from the Shenming Mountain Sect were even more bewildered,
"Is that it? Is Sister Lan Xin still the same person we know?"
Jealousy flared in the eyes of Zhang Hai and the others, and they could only swallow their resentment and said lightly:
"Brother Yang, what good fortune you have!"
Yang Xiao could only respond with a wry smile.
Just then, the voices of the female disciples from the Emei Sect came from a distance.
"Sister Zhi Ruo, Sister Zhi Ruo!"
Everyone was stunned, realizing they had been preoccupied with gossipy news and forgetting such an important matter — there was still an unconscious person lying there.
Everyone ran over and saw that six female disciples of the Emei Sect were covered in blood and in a woeful state, one of them holding Sister Zhi Ruo, desperately shouting for her.
Lan Xin approached and said:
"Quick, give her the Detoxification Pills and some Small Blood Pills."
Since they didn’t know if there were still bee stingers left in Zhi Ruo’s body, they needed to check her, so Lan Xin and others told Monk Ben Yin, Zhang Hai, and others:
"Men and women are different, we need to check on Sister Zhi Ruo’s body, please step back."
"Amitabha!"
Monk Ben Yin immediately led the others away, and they stood about ten meters away from Zhi Ruo, turning their heads to look outside.
Lan Xin and the others formed a circle, checked Zhi Ruo’s body thoroughly, and pulled out three bee stingers, then fed her two Small Blood Pills and two Detoxification Pills.
Both Detoxification Pills and Small Blood Pills were purchased from the Genetic Store, and everyone had great confidence in these miraculous elixirs.
Ben Yin glanced at Yang Xiao beside him and said:
"Benevolent Yang, I was blind to your true capabilities. You really have an unfathomable presence!"
Zhang Hai also said:
"Brother Yang’s Soul Skill is terrifying, may I ask which Beast Soul do you possess?"
Yang Xiao laughed:
"Heh, you flatter me. Compared to Monk Ben Yin and Brother Zhang Hai’s Ancient Martial Arts, it’s just a trifling skill, not worth mentioning."
"Alas, Benevolent Yang is too modest. While martial arts indeed have their strengths, your Soul Skill should not be underestimated. Consider how formidable the Sand Demon is. We had a major battle with the Sand Demon a month ago, sacrificing three comrades in the end. Yet Benevolent Yang could sever a finger of the Sand Demon with a single move—impressive power indeed!"
Zhang Jian from the Wudang Sect seemed a bit dissatisfied and said blandly:
"Brother Yang’s Soul Skill is indeed formidable, but Soul Skills are scarce in variety, often relying on a single move to defeat an enemy. If that move doesn’t subdue the enemy, it’s very difficult to defeat them. Our martial arts are different, with dodging and weaving, continuous attacks, mixing the feigned with the real, one move flowing into the next. Once the offensive begins, it’s like the waters of a long river, endless..."
Yang Xiao could only reply humbly:
"You’re right, Brother Zhang Jian, my admiration for you is also like the endless flow of a long river!"
Beside them, Zhang Hai was vigorously giving Zhang Jian meaningful looks, but Zhang Jian pretended to be dumb, acting as if he didn’t see his senior brother’s cues and intentionally spoke to belittle Yang Xiao’s Soul Skill.
Yang Xiao didn’t mind.
At this moment, several junior sisters from the Emei Sect exclaimed excitedly:
"Wow, Sister Zhi Ruo has woken up, thank heavens!"
Upon hearing this, Monk Ben Yin hurried over, and Yang Xiao followed.
Zhang Hai glanced at Zhang Jian and said in a low voice:
"Why do you talk so much? If you’re so great, why didn’t you go to rescue Zhi Ruo?"
Zhang Jian, stubborn as a mule, retorted:
"I don’t have a Flame Horse. If I did, I’d have gone to rescue her as well."
"Could you break a finger of Sand Demon with one move?"
"This..."
Zhang Jian fell silent, his face somewhat embarrassed.
Zhang Hai walked over with several junior brothers.
Although the Emei Sect’s Miss Zhi Ruo had awakened, she was still weak. With the support of a junior sister, she barely stood up.
Monk Ben Yin led Yang Xiao and others over to her.
Zhi Ruo immediately clasped her fists to thank Monk Ben Yin:
"Thank you for your rescue, Master."
Monk Ben Yin laughed heartily and said:
"Amitabha, Junior Sister Zhi Ruo, you should thank Donor Yang Xiao here. It was he who dashed under Sand Demon’s hands and rescued you, otherwise, you might have been..."
Zhi Ruo immediately looked up at Yang Xiao, who was startled to find that although she was covered in blood and looked wretched, it couldn’t hide her beauty and temperament. Though not devastatingly gorgeous, she was certainly a beauty chosen from among thousands—and the female disciples of the Ancient Martial Cultivation Sect indeed combined both talents and good looks.
"Thank you, Young Master Yang, for the rescue."
"It was no trouble, just a helping hand!"
Yang Xiao smiled lightly and nodded.
Zhang Hai and others approached and said:
"Sister Zhi Ruo, your body is weak now, you need more rest, talk less. Here’s some freshly roasted meat, have some."
Yang Xiao saw and thought, damn, wasn’t that the cheetah meat he roasted on the bonfire?
The junior sisters from the Emei Sect had been chased by killer bees for half a day and were both hungry and tired. Naturally, they were overjoyed to see food.
One of the girls took a large piece of roasted meat handed over by Zhang Hai, smiled at him, thanked him, and then turned to share it with her fellow sisters.
Zhang Jian very attentively said:
"Ladies, there’s a bonfire over there. Let’s all go there to warm up by the fire, eat some roasted meat, have a good rest, and after a sleep, you’ll recover by tomorrow morning."
The young lady Zhi Ruo listened and nodded, saying:
"Then, thank you very much, Brother Zhang Jian."
Thus, the junior sisters from the Emei Sect surrounded Sister Zhi Ruo and walked toward the nearby bonfire. Zhang Jian hurriedly ran over, took the firewood that Yang Xiao had chopped up nearby, added it to the bonfire, and even attentively sliced more cheetah meat to roast on the bonfire.
Watching this, Yang Xiao could only say in his heart "What a sellout!"