The bloodstains on Lin Qingyi’s shoulder were wiped away by Jiang Ning, revealing her jade-like skin and the clearly visible wound.
Jiang Ning glanced at it and placed his finger on the wound.
Immediately, he felt a slight prick as if his fingertips had touched the tip of a needle.
The wound pulled slightly, making Lin Qingyi’s neck shrink, her long neck and prominent collarbone visible.
"Bear it!" Jiang Ning said.
As soon as the words fell.
Lin Qingyi’s eyes subtly changed.
She knew her own body best.
At this moment, she could feel the sword intent lingering in the wound rapidly dissipating.
Transformation of intent with intent!
This thought flashed across her mind.
Realizing it, she felt even more incredulous.
Transforming intent with intent.
To reach this level requires a conception not lower than the opponent’s to calmly dissolve it.
Otherwise, forcibly dissolving it would instead agitate the remaining sword intent in the wound, making it violent and worsening the injury.
Jiang Ning withdrew his hand, his gaze returned to the conspicuous wound on Lin Qingyi’s shoulder.
With the residual sword intent eliminated, the wound had already begun to slowly heal.
A Third Grade Grandmaster, stepping into the Blood Exchange Realm, with an extremely active body, terrifying regenerative capacity, able to regenerate limbs after multiple blood exchanges.
Even though Lin Qingyi had just entered Third Grade, after clearing the sword intent, the seemingly terrifying injury was merely a superficial wound.
The wound with the residual sword intent completely healed, restoring her skin to flawless white jade.
"Xiao Qiushui’s sword intent has reached such a profound level! You can actually dissolve her sword intent?!!"
Lin Qingyi looked at Jiang Ning, her tone carrying amazement.
Jiang Ning smiled, jesting, "Even a prodigy only sees my doorstep!"
"Beautiful you!" Lin Qingyi rolled her eyes.
She gasped in surprise as Jiang Ning lifted the robe covering her.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Qingyi clutched her chest, slightly tense, then furrowed her brows, her body trembling slightly.
A larger movement instantly triggered the residual sword intent in the wound.
The sword intent moved as if to tear her flesh.
Bringing her intense pain.
"When did Sister Lin become so timid?" Jiang Ning quipped.
"You suddenly pulled my clothes, I’m barely covered below, how can I not be nervous?" Lin Qingyi said.
At this moment, she dared not make bigger movements to avoid triggering the sword intent lingering in the wound.
"True!" Jiang Ning nodded.
Then, he closed his eyes.
"Is this okay?" Jiang Ning asked.
"Don’t take advantage of me!" Lin Qingyi gave Jiang Ning a glance, gently lifting the blood-stained robe covering her.
Her dress had been shattered under Xiao Qiushui’s attack, only a few scraps of cloth shielding some private areas.
This was still under the protection of her Protective Body True Yuan.
If not, under such an attack, not to mention the dress, even fine iron would be crushed.
"Sister Lin, do you want to do it, or should I?" Jiang Ning asked, holding a towel.
"You do it! If I move, it’ll pull the wound, and the sword intent will become violent, it’s too painful!" Lin Qingyi explained.
Jiang Ning nodded immediately.
He returned the towel to the basin of hot water.
After wringing it out.
He tore the fabric covering Lin Qingyi’s front.
Though he kept his eyes closed, he could still sense the ten or so remaining sword intent wounds on Lin Qingyi’s body.
Other than the wounds that couldn’t heal due to the residual sword intent, all other superficial wounds had already completely healed thanks to her powerful regenerative ability.
As for these ten or so wounds, the reason they couldn’t heal.
Was due to the remaining sword intent from Xiao Qiushui.
If the sword intent is not dispelled, the wounds will not only fail to heal but will also worsen continuously.
"Don’t open your eyes!!" Lin Qingyi reminded once more.
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Jiang Ning felt a bit helpless; what difference did it make whether his eyes were open or closed?
In fact, closing his eyes made things even more inconvenient, making it easy to touch places he shouldn’t.
A short half an hour later.
He breathed lightly, covered Lin Qingyi with a blanket, and then opened his eyes.
"Sister Lin, you should rest well! I need to head out!"
"Alright!" Lin Qingyi, under the blanket, nodded, her white shoulder blade exposed.
Jiang Ning threw the towel in his hand into the blood-stained blanket and then walked out of the room.
Watching Jiang Ning close the door, his back disappearing completely.
The flushed and heated skin on Lin Qingyi’s body slowly faded away.
She then broke into a small smile.
Jiang Ning instructed Lv Yi to prepare hot water for Lin Qingyi.
Then, after dressing, he went out.
Zhao Yulong had advised him before leaving to visit Bai Luoyu after he finished.
Now, calculating the time, he’d already delayed a short half an hour dealing with Lin Qingyi’s wounds and dispelling sword intent.
If he didn’t hurry over, it would be too inconsiderate.
Bai Mansion, backyard.
"Brother Jiang hasn’t arrived yet?" Bai Luoyu glanced toward the archway.
"Understandable!" Zhao Yulong laughed, continuing, "With the princess making a move for him, and with a beauty beside him, how could he extricate himself so quickly."
"Residence Master, you didn’t see wrong! That really is Prince Qi’s princess?" Bai Luoyu’s brows furrowed deeply.