Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 797 - 803-804: Handling the Aftermath

Taotie Gu is known as the foremost of all poisons, capable of overcoming any poison in this world and has a certain restorative effect.But what Si Song suffers from is not poison, but an internal injury, and a very severe one at that. His organs are dislocated, and some are even shattered, which is obviously beyond the healing capability of Taotie Gu.

Nalan Yiren’s medical skills are superb, but Yelang’s "medical facilities" are inadequate. To cure Si Song, he must be brought back to Poison King Valley for treatment.

For now, all she can do is use some means to keep Si Song’s life hanging on.

"Can you help me sit the Great Elder up? I’ll heal him," Nalan Yiren asked Chen Mo.

Chen Mo nodded, helping Si Song sit in front of Nalan Yiren, and then, noticing Nalan Yiren’s pale complexion, softly said, "Miss Nalan, are you... okay?"

"My injuries aren’t as severe as the Great Elder’s, and I have Taotie Gu with me. I’ll gradually recuperate after some rest," Nalan Yiren shook her head, but her voice remained weak.

After speaking, she didn’t hesitate, took out an elixir, gave it to Si Song, then circulated her energy to transfer Innate Spiritual Qi into Si Song’s body to help him dissolve the elixir’s medicinal power and assist his recovery.

After that, Chen Mo couldn’t do much else but stand by and protect her.

"Cough, cough..." During the treatment, Si Song kept coughing, cold sweat seeping from his face, looking incredibly painful, but he stubbornly held his silence. To distract himself, he chatted with Chen Mo: "How did King Wei find us?"

"Thanks to Miss Nalan’s bees showing the way. Otherwise, even if I found this valley, I couldn’t have located the underground palace," Chen Mo showed Si Song the Black Bee.

"Poisonous Bee..." Si Song recognized it immediately and couldn’t help but look back.

Only to see Nalan Yiren with a stern face, "Don’t move."

Si Song chuckled, but soon started coughing again, looking at Chen Mo, saying, "We’re lucky King Wei came in time; otherwise, not only would we fail to avenge, but we’d also lose our lives in this underground palace.

It’s really unexpected, this beast’s innate talent is such that he managed to cultivate his poison technique to Perfection, save for my Poison King Valley’s ancestor, it’s just him."

Speaking of this, Si Song felt a sense of dread.

Having never encountered the Poison King Valley’s techniques, Chen Mo was unable to make a judgment.

"Of course, this beast’s talent clearly can’t compare to King Wei. Now that vengeance is achieved, King Wei, you’re the great benefactor of our Poison King Valley. If you ever need our assistance, command us freely," Si Song stated.

"Great Elder, there’s no need to stand on ceremony. I’m friends with Miss Nalan; when friends face trouble, it’s natural to lend a hand. Besides, it was but a small effort on my part," Chen Mo waved his hand.

But Si Song thought otherwise; he endured the pain in his organs, stroked his beard, and said, "Speaking of, since Yiren became an adult, apart from the old me, King Wei is the first to see Yiren’s real face. Back then, Yiren... ah..."

Before Si Song could finish his sentence, he suddenly cried out in pain.

As for the deceased Tang Yichen, that’s another matter.

Yes, even if Tang Yichen were alive, it’s Chen Mo who would have seen her first, after all, Chen Mo shielded Nalan Yiren, smashing a boulder, whose wind blew away her veil.

Nalan Yiren coldly said, "Less talking."

Clearly, she did it deliberately earlier.

Chen Mo touched his nose, recalling what Si Song told him earlier.

Only those who can defeat Nalan Yiren and remove her mask can become her husband.

Speaking of which, he had already seen Nalan Yiren’s true face beforehand.

Chen Mo couldn’t help but glance at Nalan Yiren, whose cheeks visibly reddened, then she glared at Chen Mo, "What are you looking at?"

"Yiren, now that the Valley Master’s revenge is realized, you don’t have to keep yourself so tense... ah..." Si Song’s words were cut short by another painful cry.

"I already told you to speak less," Nalan Yiren said.

"Sigh." Si Song sighed.

...

This session of energy circulation and treatment lasted for over an hour.

With the medicinal power dissolving, Si Song’s pale face gradually became rosy, while conversely, Nalan Yiren grew increasingly weak.

Chen Mo, standing by, advised, "Miss Nalan, why not rest a bit before continuing?"

"All done," Nalan Yiren withdrew her energy and stood up, saying, "Great Elder, until we return to Poison King Valley, you must not circulate your energy, otherwise not only would all my effort be wasted, but your injuries will worsen."

"Sigh, during this trip to the Western Regions, not only did my old bones fail to aid you, Yiren, but also..."

"Be careful."

Before Si Song could finish, just as Nalan Yiren stood up, she suddenly felt dizzy, collapsing sideways, and Chen Mo seeing this, reached out to support her, holding her in his arms.

"Yiren," Si Song hurriedly attended to check Nalan Yiren’s pulse, assessing her condition.

"Great Elder, how is she?" Chen Mo worriedly asked.

"Yiren was injured herself, and now, to keep my life hanging, she’s exhausted her Innate Spiritual Qi, leaving her qi and blood weakened and fainted." As he spoke, Si Song fumbled around on his body, found a small porcelain bottle, and handed it to Chen Mo: "Quickly, feed her this, then find a place for her to rest well; I’m confident she’ll awaken soon."

Chen Mo poured a red elixir from the small porcelain bottle, fed it to Nalan Yiren, then transferred his Innate Spiritual Qi into her body, just as she had dissolved the medicinal power for Si Song.