My Darling Sick Beauty

Come here.

Wenren Ye’s mental illness could be treated slowly, as long as Jiang Zheliu was present, there shouldn’t be any issue. But the effect of the Dao seed sealed in his body could not wait much longer.

In fact, he didn’t want to see the other be hurt or spill anymore of his blood.

But the Dao seed of slaughter’s side effects were too strong, and his state of mind was weakening causing its influence to be even stronger. These two problems seemed to be intertwined with each other, so they should probably actually be treated together.

“According to what you’ve described, isn’t this just a case of living in his own world.” Yu Jinnian reached out and knocked on the table, “or in his head, there is not much difference between you before you were resurrected and now, except that your health seems to have improved.”

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Jiang Zheliu was also thinking this, but he had still not thought of a way to reverse Wenren Ye’s condition.

The two of them stared at each other, and discussed possible remedies for a long time but were not able to come up with anything in particular.

Jiang Zheliu had read half of the book in his hand, the contents of the plot had just got to the most erotic part, with most of the contents being too explicit to be able to be posted on JJWXC. The two of them continued to discuss but were unable to come up with a result, so the conversation headed towards what he was reading.

“What’s this one called?” Yu Jinnian leaned forward and glanced at the cover and discovered that it was an old book, “It’s an old novel from eighty years ago. It’s impressive that your bookmark hasn’t moved much.”

“The little devil doesn’t touch my things.” Jiang Zheliu was concise, “you lot shouldn’t either.”

How could anyone have the opportunity to touch his things, under the watchful gaze of Wenren Ye, touching Jiang Zheliu’s thing would not have been much different than having a death wish.

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Yu Jinnian lamented: “Making a vegetarian who has just tasted meat for the first time1 to suppress his desire is really tough. However…..”

His words suddenly halted, and he turned to look at Jiang Zheliu, looking at him up and down, it was not known what colourful thoughts had popped into his head, after a while he finally said: “If your health isn’t good, he definitely won’t touch you.”

Jiang Zheliu nodded calmly, waiting for him to finish.

“If you see that Wenren Ye’s condition worsens to the point of no return, does that mean that the rest of your life will be unbearable.”

Jiang Zheliu hadn’t really considered this, he looked down at the book in his hand, and then glanced over at Yu Jinnian and said: “What are you trying to say?”

“I want to say——” Yu Jinnian smiled, “If you let Wenren Ye have his way with you, having experienced it for himself, he will naturally know that you are no longer terminally ill, and perhaps that can alleviate his hallucinations…..”

B*stard, he really wants him to pay a heavy price, to propose such a savage remedy.

Jiang Zheliu was quiet for a long while, and searched in his mind thinking back to the indistinct memory of that time that he had done it with the little devil. All he remembered was that he had been stuck in bed for several days after, anything else was a complete blur.

As for the technique from both parties….. Forget it, he lost too much face, it was better not to mention it again.

Perhaps having a ‘large instrument but not being adept to wield it’ was also an innate trait of the devil race.

“You truly are a connoisseur of these types of things.” Jiang Zheliu shot him a glance, “that you could even come up with such a plan.”

“But I really think that it could work.” Yu Jinnian was delighted, “If it can really alleviate his hallucinations, even if I’m not a Buddhist Cultivator, I still believe that I’ve achieved boundless beneficence2.”

Jiang Zheliu didn’t speak, but instead went to get another book, he took the Dual Cultivation Manual that had been hidden in the bookcase, and said very calmly: “I’m the one who has boundless beneficence.”

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He paused for a moment.

“Perhaps we can try it.”

Now his hands were bound and he was unable to do anything about it, so why not treat the dead horse like a living horse3. But even though his health had improved slightly, he’d be unable to overpower the little devil.

“As long as you’re willing that’s already enough.” Yu Jinnian rubbed his hands together, as if they’d finally arrived at his specialist domain. Having been stuck in the Devil Realm for all these years, he’d been slowly choking to death, and it had finally manifested into an illness.

The Divine Sage of Medicine began to root around and pull out things from his storage ring, lining up the bottles in a row, he was so happy to introduce them all and their usage at length to Jiang Qianbei, only to hear the latter coldly ask: “And what do you and er-shaoye use?”

The so-called ‘er-shaoye’ was referring to Wang Moxuan. He had been asleep for too long and had even forgotten the little mute’s name and could only remember his identity.

Yu Jinnian stopped in his tracks and then came back to his senses when he realised that Jiang Zheliu was deliberating trying to change the subject. He didn’t have much tact, not seeming bothered in the slightest, he slapped the table and his face was brimming with smiles, as he replied: “We use all of them. Qianbei should give them all a try too, perhaps that devil might like it. And then when his world only revolves around you, let’s not talk about the other stuff, but perhaps it will be able to reduce his murderous tendencies and even better if it improves mental cultivation….”

What the hell was mental cultivation, he had never heard of this before.

Jiang Zheliu ignored him and turned and said: “Chang Qian told me that Wang Wenyuan is in the water prison underneath Jingshan Hall….. What is going on there?”

“He should have been put to death.” Yu Jinnian said, “But when the blade was up against his neck, he was still persistent in his views, and said that if we had the ability to do it, then we should resurrect you and let you kill him yourself.”

Jiang Zheliu frowned when he heard this.

“He didn’t believe that you could be resurrected. But when Zen Master Ming Jing saw him, he told him that you had the possibility of resurrecting.” Yu Jinnian pointed to his head, “he has some issues up here, and it’s not much better than Wenren Ye’s issue. When two like that meet together, strange things occur.”

….. Leaving him alive….. To study him and find a cure?

Jiang Zheliu didn’t know how to reply, and then he sighed and said: “A bet on whether I would wake up?”

“Not exactly.” Yu Jinnian said, “Wenren Ye never believed that you died, he was holding onto that anger the entire time and that’s why he hasn’t killed him.”

His illness was extremely serious, and no one dared to persuade him otherwise. Over time, Wang Wenyuan just continued to be left in the prison and this had dragged on until now.

“Ming Jing was tortured by him.” This was something he had remembered from what Chang Qian had told him. “Didn’t the Zen Master have anything to say about it?”

“The Zen Master has transcended worldly affairs, after all, he is a Buddhist cultivator. Purified of defiling illusion and the six root kleshas4.”

Jiang Zheliu nodded, pondering deeply, he said: “Well, I’ll go and take a look.”

Yu Jinnian was flabbergasted and raised an eyebrow when he heard Jiang Zheliu say this.

“No matter what, we can’t let the little devil lose.”

The Divine Sage of Medicine was rendered speechless, he knew very well in his heart that when a person was in love, it could turn them utterly puerile, but how come it was only when it came to Jiang Qianbei being like this, that he actually felt so surprised?