The Cultivation Master’s Blackened Disciple (66)
Dream?
Was it about their time in the dreamworld?
Ning Yishu stood in the medicinal water, completely unaffected by the pain of having his body repaired.
He caught a glimpse of himself through the bronze mirror behind her. His face was gray and his hair was ashen; he didn’t have a trace of his appearance in the dreamworld.
Ning Yishu was just about to turn his face away when a beautiful white hand firmly gripped his jaw.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes were cold and pure, reflecting Ning Yishu’s face.
She stressed each syllable: “A’Ning?”
Ning Yishu felt as though his heart were pulled out and torn apart. If he hadn’t destroyed his spiritual root, he would definitely have been overjoyed that Bai Weiwei remembered their experience in the dreamworld.
But now, he desperately wanted to avoid her.
In the dreamworld, he was powerful enough to protect her, but in reality, he was worse than garbage.
But Bai Weiwei didn’t let him lower his head. She impatiently gripped his soaking wet clothes.
Returning to his senses, Ning Yishu caught her outstretched hand and raised his eyes to look at her, his mood complicated.
“Shifu…”
Bai Weiwei’s eyes and voice were cold. “Are you A’Ning? When we were in the hidden realm, did I enter the Labyrinth of Dreams? Did you carry me in?”
Ning Yishu was most afraid that she would find out about this.
Because it meant that she knew he had wanted to kill her.
Bai Weiwei’s fingers slowly traced his brows, trailing down to his cheeks, and lightly touched his lips.
Her voice was soft. “I had a long dream. In the dream, you were like an all-powerful being. You stayed by my side as I grew up, guarding me.”
Ning Yishu’s body trembled slightly. In the dreamworld, although she was special to him, he hadn’t dared to think that he had such a high place in her heart.
Bai Weiwei sank into her memories, continuing: “When I was at my lowest point, you were at my side. When I fell into my greatest crisis, you were at my side. When I was backed into a corner, still you were right next to me…”
Ning Yishu’s expression also warmed.
But Bai Weiwei abruptly pinched his jaw. “So calling you a star of misfortune is precisely right. How could I constantly fall on hard times whenever you’re by my side?”
Ning Yishu, speechless: “…”
Bai Weiwei shoved him into the water. “So, you troublesome thing, be obedient and bathe. Wash off that damned bad luck.”
Ning Yishu swallowed several mouthfuls of medicine, and the pain was nearly unbearable.
Suddenly, a mild and gentle spiritual power flowed through his limbs and into his bones.
The pain disappeared.
Bai Weiwei used a spell to float in mid-air. Leaning against the edge of the tub, she placed a hand on his shoulder and leisurely flushed out1 his body, so that the medicinal concoction could be more easily absorbed.
Ning Yishu was pressed into the water, and from time to time he would swallow a few mouthfuls.
He struggled to protest, “Shifu, there’s no use. My spiritual root is already destroyed and my body is ruined, so…”
No amount of medicine could make him go back to normal.
Bai Weiwei said coldly, “Talking yourself to death2.”
Saying this, she pressed him into the water.
She did this again and again, until nearly all the medicine had been consumed. Only then did she lift up the barely breathing youth and throw him out the door.
“Scram. Come again tomorrow morning and wait upon me.”
Ning Yishu lay on the ground. His dripping wet body was dried by her spell.
His ashy gray hair had also regained a bit of luster after absorbing some of the medicine.
His movements were somewhat sluggish as he slowly stood up. His expression was still dazed, but his eyes were no longer lifeless.
1: 梳理: to organize or tidy up. Based on context, it’s likely that it means to clean out his meridians or body of impurities.↩
2: 啰嗦: wordy or verbose; can also mean troublesome or pesky.