Ye Wenxin was torn between laughter and tears. She genuinely wanted to help Xiao Zhang heal her internal injuries, but if she did, Xiao Zhang might lose her sense of impending mortality, and her kindness towards Ye Wenxin might diminish.
"Xiao Zhang, please don’t be so sad. Give me a little more time, and I promise I can heal you," Ye Wenxin reassured, kneeling before Xiao Zhang and clasping her hand. Xiao Zhang didn't reject the gesture, instead gripping Ye Wenxin’s hand firmly.
The sadness in her eyes slowly turned to a smile as Xiao Zhang continued, "I've come to terms with life and death; otherwise, I wouldn't be fooling around with you."
Despite her words, Xiao Zhang still felt a bit of melancholy.
Sometimes, she secretly hoped Ye Wenxin could indeed work a miracle and save her. But reality showed that Ye Wenxin's genius lay in alchemy, and no matter how quickly she advanced, there was no way she could develop a pill to cure internal injuries in such a short time.
Feeling sorrowful, Xiao Zhang chose to give her best to Ye Wenxin. Taking a deep breath, she pointed to the ground and said, "Alright, kneel down now."
Ye Wenxin was baffled, unsure of what Xiao Zhang was planning.
"Xiao Zhang, are you giving up and planning to marry me?"
Even in her sadness, Xiao Zhang was exasperated by the joke, giving Ye Wenxin a light knock on the head.
"What nonsense are you thinking? I'm going to teach you my family's transformation technique. If you don't become my disciple, how can I teach you?" As she spoke, Xiao Zhang coughed violently.
"Forget it, I'm not interested in transformation techniques," Ye Wenxin declined, naturally pressing a few points on Xiao Zhang's back to ease her discomfort.
"You don't have a choice. You took my family’s pill, so you must become my disciple," Xiao Zhang insisted, gripping Ye Wenxin's hand tightly.
"You're forcing me to be your disciple," Ye Wenxin sighed, finding Xiao Zhang's transformation technique impressive but not perfect.
Given that it wasn't as flawless as her bone-shrinking technique, Ye Wenxin saw no reason to call someone much younger and less skilled her master. She feared that if her identity were revealed, Xiao Zhang might be so furious she'd cough up blood.
"You have no choice. Since you took my pill, you're mine!" Xiao Zhang realized Ye Wenxin wouldn't comply easily, gathering her qi to press Ye Wenxin to the ground for the disciple ceremony.
Yet Ye Wenxin remained unmoved, while Xiao Zhang, red-faced, had to stand up, attempting to force Ye Wenxin down.
"Xiao Zhang, don't waste your energy," Ye Wenxin said sympathetically. Although she appeared thirteen, she was far stronger than Xiao Zhang.
Not to mention her cultivation level, after Feng Ya shattered her marrow and she repaired it with spirit stones, Ye Wenxin's constitution was ten times stronger. With Xiao Zhang's injuries halving her strength, she couldn't make Ye Wenxin kneel.
Minutes passed, and Ye Wenxin stayed standing while Xiao Zhang, sweating and breathless, looked both defiant and alluring. Yet her eyes remained stubbornly unyielding.
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Fantasy(MTL)#8 Title: 放开女主让我来 Author:白迟 (Bai Chi) Link to raw: https://m.sfacg.com/b/253454/ Synopsis: The Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng finds herself in a predicament when all of her disciples abandon her for a woman named Feng Ya. Unable to defeat Feng Ya, Gu...