As Yu Qinghan’s youngest disciple, Wen Xu received the least amount of cold treatment because Yu Qinghan was much gentler with him than with the others.
Although the original Wen Xu had still been quite terrified of Yu Qinghan, that was primarily due to Yu Qinghan’s overwhelming aura, which exerted a crushing sense of oppression.
Sometimes, Yu Qinghan truly worried that this frail, delicate little disciple of his might accidentally kick the bucket one day.
Following Murong Wenyu’s thorough examination, which confirmed that Wen Xu had no other major issues and that Yu Qinghan had sucked out the venomous blood quite cleanly with only a tiny trace remaining, the diagnosis was set.
“There’s no threat to his life; half of the reason he’s unconscious is due to severe fright.” Tucking a thin blanket over Wen Xu, Murong Wenyu headed to the dispensary to prepare the antidote, poured it into a medicine cauldron once ready, and brewed the decoction. After settling all of this, he finally returned to the room.
Catching sight of the worry etched between Yu Qinghan’s brows, Murong Wenyu raised an eyebrow and said with a meaningful smile: “It’s rare to see you worry this much over someone. I see Wen Xu’s clothes were quite disheveled my dear Sect Master, exactly what did you do to your little disciple?”
Detecting the subtext in those words, Yu Qinghan’s gaze turned instantly cold, his tone carrying a menacing chill: “Murong Wenyu, are your skin acting up again?”
Murong Wenyu was no match for Yu Qinghan in a fight, so he immediately straightened up and turned dead serious. “All joking aside, how on earth did things get to this state? According to the timeline, it shouldn’t have been time for your loss of control yet.”
Yu Qinghan: “It came early. It started right after I left your place the other day.”
Freezing for a moment, Murong Wenyu frowned. “No wonder I haven’t seen you these past few days; it actually came early. That’s definitely not a good sign!”
Yu Qinghan’s original form was a white serpent with a demonic age of only three hundred years, but because he possessed three inner cores within his body, he commanded three thousand years of cultivation.
Among those three inner cores, two were demonic cores that mutually repelled each other, rendering Yu Qinghan’s power highly unstable and prone to frequent losses of control.
Initially, it happened once or twice a month, but gradually it shifted to once every three months, with the loss of control typically occurring on the fifteenth or sixteenth of the month.
Yet this time, it had actually arrived four days early!
Yu Qinghan didn’t seem particularly concerned about this, saying indifferently to Murong Wenyu: “It’s probably because this time the rutting period arrived simultaneously, which is why the loss of control was triggered ahead of schedule.”
Upon hearing this, Murong Wenyu understood instantly.
No matter how powerful Yu Qinghan was, he was still a snake at the end of the day, and he was bound to retain some animalistic instincts.
For instance, all animals experienced ruts, and Yu Qinghan was no exception.
Murong Wenyu thought thoughtfully: “So Ah Xu accidentally stumbled into Feiyu Palace and got attacked by you? No wonder his clothes were in such a mess…”
He wondered whether the little fellow’s secret had been exposed.
“What wild fantasies are running through your head? I didn’t do a thing!” Yu Qinghan coldly cut off Murong Wenyu’s imagination, exasperated. “If I had truly done anything, could his body still be this spotless?”
Murong Wenyu recalled that when he examined Wen Xu’s body just moments ago, the skin exposed to the air had indeed been flawlessly unblemished.
If an out-of-control Yu Qinghan, caught in the throes of a rut, had genuinely bullied Wen Xu, he undoubtedly would have left marks behind.
“Ahem…” Murong Wenyu chuckled, tactfully stopping while he was ahead and refraining from teasing his friend any further. “Speaking of which, don’t you usually set up a protective barrier?”
With an expressionless face, Yu Qinghan glanced at Wen Xu. “Of course I set up a barrier, but for some reason, Wen Xu still managed to break through and wander inside.”
Following that, Yu Qinghan concisely recounted the events that had transpired inside Feiyu Palace.
Having known each other for many years as close confidants, Yu Qinghan spoke without reservation to Murong Wenyu, never keeping secrets from him, making Murong Wenyu the sole person privy to Yu Qinghan’s secrets.
After listening, Murong Wenyu stroked his chin in deep thought. “That is indeed rather bizarre. Even I can’t breach your barrier to break inside how on earth did Wen Xu manage it? Furthermore, you gradually calmed down the moment you drank his blood; that’s simply miraculous! What on earth could be the reason?”
Casting a sidelong glance at him, Yu Qinghan retorted: “If I knew, what would I need you for?”
Murong Wenyu’s mouth twitched into a speechless line. “I’m a physician, not a roaming oracle of the pugilist world! If you’re expecting me to figure all this out for you, I advise you to wash up and go straight to bed!”
With a completely detached expression, Yu Qinghan replied: “It’s not like there’s no way. Anyway, the disciple is mine; if I tell him to go east, he wouldn’t dare head west. Before my next loss of control, wouldn’t it solve everything if I just summon Wen Xu to Feiyu Palace ahead of time?”
Murong Wenyu instantly caught onto his sinister, ulterior motives and drew a sharp intake of breath. “You’re planning to treat little Wen Xu like that? That’s simply unhinged and barbaric!”
Coldly, Yu Qinghan asked: “Is the medicine brewed yet?”
“Changing the subject by force just proves you admit you’re unhinged!” Grumbling as he went, Murong Wenyu nonetheless headed over to check on the adjacent dispensary.
The medicine wasn’t quite ready yet, so Murong Wenyu fanned the flames with a hand-fan for a while before finally returning with the bowl of decoction.
Feeding the medicine posed a significant hurdle because Wen Xu remained unconscious, rendering him unable to swallow as the dark liquid simply streamed straight out the corners of his mouth.
Frowning deeply, Yu Qinghan hesitated for a brief second before stepping forward to snatch the medicine bowl away, taking a mouthful himself. Then, pinning Wen Xu’s cheeks with his hand to force his mouth slightly open, he leaned down and transferred the medicinal broth mouth-to-mouth.
Standing off to the side, Murong Wenyu watched in absolute, jaw-dropping astonishment. “Qinghan, what on earth are you…”
Ignoring him, Yu Qinghan continued feeding the medicine. By the fourth mouthful, the bottom of the bowl was finally empty.
Wrinkling his brows tightly, his handsome, indifferent face plastered with overt disgust, Yu Qinghan muttered: “This medicine tastes intensely strong.”
It tasted bitter to death.