"Xue Jiu, don’t just panic, let’s think of a solution," Li Mengjie, flustered by Ling Xuejiu’s urgency, said earnestly, "How about we find something to pry the lock open?"
"Ahem!" Uncle Liu awkwardly said, "It’s no use, Miss Xiao Jie, this lock was replaced by me. Unless you have the key, the only other way is to force it open violently; there’s no other method."
Ling Xuejiu pouted and said, "Fine, let’s bust it open..."
After a grueling four-hour healing session, the chaotic True Qi in Old Master Ling’s body had finally been suppressed by the thin yet domineering Heaven-defying True Qi within Leng Xuan’s body. Then, Leng Xuan guided the disordered True Qi back into Old Master Ling’s Dantian. At this point, all of Old Master Ling’s organs slowly returned to normal function, his breathing gradually smoothed out, but he would not awake for quite some time.
The process of healing the Old Master had almost completely drained Leng Xuan of his strength. Thus, the moment his hands left the Old Master’s back, he collapsed onto the bed like he had been emptied out, his face deathly pale. His black short-sleeved shirt was drenched in sweat, as if it had been soaked in water.
Although he heard the persistent knocking at the door and Ling Xuejiu’s cursing from outside, Leng Xuan didn’t have the energy to get up and open it. Only after resting for about half an hour, when the "thud thud" of knocking turned into the "bang bang" of punching the door, did he sigh, unable to bear letting Ling Xuejiu and the others worry any longer. He reluctantly crawled out of bed and staggered over.
Upon reaching the door, Leng Xuan managed to pull it open with great difficulty, but unexpectedly, a soft jade-like body barged in and threw itself into his arms, followed by Ling Xuejiu’s piercing scream, "Ah..."
Accompanying the scream, Leng Xuan went down backward with a thud, falling so hard that he felt as if his bones were about to fall apart. However, that wasn’t the end of it. He had barely let out two cries of pain when Ling Xuejiu’s body completely collapsed onto him, her rosy little mouth accidentally pressed against his lips. The intense pain made Leng Xuan instinctively extend his hands, and coincidentally, the young lady was flailing her arms, grabbing ahold of his and pinning them to the floor with the posture of a tyrannical queen...
In that instant, time seemed to freeze.
Leng Xuan and Ling Xuejiu were lip to lip, eye to eye, with those odd poses, as if frozen into a still-life painting.
At the doorway, Uncle Liu, Auntie He, and Li Mengjie all stood with their mouths agape, eyes wide as bells.
"Smack"—somehow, Ling Xuejiu finally regained her senses and was about to go mad. Her face flushed from her cheeks to her ears and down to her neck... Her heart rate was far beyond normal, feeling both ashamed and furious, she slapped Leng Xuan across the face with a fair little hand, then quickly scrambled up, standing to the side with her face burning red, her mind completely blank except for raging anger!
After a moment of shock, Li Mengjie noticed the blood spilling from the corner of Leng Xuan’s mouth as he lay on the ground. A pang of unexplained pain hit her, like being pricked by a needle. She rushed over, crouched down to help Leng Xuan up, cradling his head in her embrace, and urgently asked, "Leng Xuan, what’s wrong with you, why are you bleeding..."
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