Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 98: Peach Blossom.

The night was getting deeper, and the insects croaked in the mountains.

At Xuanhu Peak, it was still brightly lit. Since the disciples who went to the Netherworld Secret Realm returned, many injured disciples poured into Xuanhu Peak for treatment. Bandaged disciples were coming and going, and the fragrance of medicine permeated Xuanhu Peak all day long.

In the Peak Master Hall on the top of the mountain, Peak Master Rong was in a blue gown, slowly pacing. A furnace of medicine cooked in a small fire beside him.

Not long after, a man in black rushed in from the window.

The man in black took a knee before Peak Master Rong and said: "Peak Master, this subordinate has arranged Young Master Rong in an abandoned hut at the bottom of the mountain. However, Young Master's dantian and meridians are damaged, and his limbs and viscera are seriously injured. If the Peak Master doesn't rescue him in time, I'm afraid..."

Peak Master Rong: "Wait a little longer. There are too many people keeping an eye on this person. Since he has been expelled from Sky Sect, taking him back at this moment will undoubtedly give someone an advantage. Since I've avoided suspicion, I'll avoid suspicion to the end. I cannot take action today. Otherwise, how will I explain this to the Sect Master? Tomorrow, I'll find an excuse to go down the mountain."

The man in black: "This subordinate has fed Young Master Rong the life-saving pills. Master Rong should be able to last one day."

Master Rong waved his hand, signaling him to withdraw, but suddenly stopped him, "Yes, what happened to his face?"

The man in black, "Master Rong has an injury on the left side of his face, and the sword qi has entered his body again. Because it's been in there for too long, I'm afraid it can't be recovered even if it can be removed."

Peak Master Rong frowned and said: "Okay, withdraw."

The man in black retired.

It was time for the pot of medicine to finish, so Master Rong squatted down, picked up the medicine pot's handle, and poured it into a white porcelain bowl. The black soup medicine exuded a strong bitter taste, so he put some sugar in it.

After putting a brick of brown sugar into it, he stirred it patiently until it melted. The bitter medicine turned into a thick black syrup. It wasn't hot anymore, so Peak Master Rong took the medicine bowl and walked around the hall. In the corridor, he came to a hidden room in the depths.

Rong Qingjue raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Wife, I'm here."

No one in the room responded. Rong Qingjue seemed used to it and pushed the door open.

Black gauze covered the windows and doors, and there was no wind nor light, only red candles swaying on the table.

The strong medicinal smell rushed over, heavier than it was outside.

The candle's tears slipped from the candle's body to the lamp.

Rong Qingjue brought the medicine to the bedside.

There was a very thin woman lying on the bed. Her face and appearance were seven points similar to Rong Ran, but she was more delicate and gentle. She wore only a white coat with her black hair hanging down like flowing clouds. She had a sharp chin and a pale sickness to her.

A chain pierced her right collarbone, and the chain's other end was tied to a bolt in the bed's shadows.

When the woman saw Rong Qingjue, surprise filled her pale face. She forced herself to sit up, and her lips opened as if she was saying something.