NCCnovel Chapter 355
Chapter 355
Dongfang Wan'er held her breath, her eyes fixed on Ye Jiuchen's changes. Her gaze was fixed solely on the man she so deeply cared for. Suddenly, without warning, Ye Jiuchen began to cough violently, his body trembling uncontrollably. This unexpected turn of events sent Dongfang Wan'er's heart leaping into her throat, but she suppressed her fear and held Ye Jiuchen tightly, offering him strength and comfort.
After a fit of coughing, Ye Jiuchen slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he hadn't fully recovered from his unconsciousness. However, when he saw the worried face before him, his eyes softened instantly. Despite his extreme weakness, he mustered all his strength to raise his hand and gently stroke Dongfang Wan'er's smooth, alabaster cheek, saying in a hoarse voice, "Wan'er, you've had a hard time these past few days." Before he finished speaking, a crystal tear rolled down Dongfang Wan'er's cheek, landing directly on the back of Ye Jiuchen's hand, creating a small teardrop.
The divine physician Dan received the spring water, not daring to delay for a moment. He quickly arranged the medicinal herbs, his gaze focused and resolute. His hands moved like a nimble dancer among the various herbs and utensils. He carefully mixed the spiritual spring water with other precious herbs, each step meticulous and precise, as if sculpting a peerless work of art. Soon after, Ye Jiuchen took the medicine made from the spiritual spring water. Everyone nervously gathered around the bed, their eyes fixed on him. Their eyes were filled with anticipation and fear, silently praying for a miracle. In the silent room, it seemed only the sound of their heartbeats echoed, each beat brimming with a yearning for life and awe.
Seeing this, Dongfang Wan'er breathed a long sigh of relief. She knew she had luckily escaped this ordeal. But she also clearly understood that this was only temporary peace, and danger could return at any moment. Therefore, she focused all her attention back on the medical books in the cave. Her eyes grew even more determined, like the brightest stars in the night sky, never to be extinguished. She silently prayed, hoping to find the key to treating difficult illnesses in these ancient records. In her eyes, those medical books had become her only ray of light in this dark predicament. No matter how many unknown hardships and dangers awaited her, she was determined to unlock their secrets, even at any cost.
After Ye Jiuchen took the medicine made from the spiritual spring, everyone stared at him intently, as if time had frozen. A moment later, a glimmer of hope appeared on his previously lifeless face, like the first rays of dawn piercing through the clouds. His pale complexion gradually regained some color, though still faint, it was like a spark of hope igniting in everyone's hearts. His weak breathing, no longer intermittent, began to become steady, rising and falling rhythmically, each breath seeming to proclaim the joy of rebirth.
However, fate seems to love to play tricks on people. Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves not yet fully relaxed, a deafening commotion suddenly erupted outside the Prince's mansion. The sound, like a surging tsunami, instantly shattered the brief tranquility within the mansion, startling everyone and causing their hearts to leap into their throats once more.
It turned out to be Ye Jiuchen's mortal enemy, the ambitious Prince Ning, who had arrived with a group of highly skilled martial artists, looking menacing and ready to provoke him. Prince Ning stood at the head of the group, dressed in a magnificent and flamboyant brocade robe that billowed in the wind, yet couldn't conceal the chilling aura emanating from him. A sinister sneer graced his face, a smile as icy and malicious as a winter's blade, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing disdain and arrogance. His voice was sharp and biting, like the cry of a night owl, piercing the sky: "Ye Jiuchen, what kind of sickly, weak state are you in now? How can you possibly fight me? Are you going to kneel and beg for mercy?" Every word was like a poisoned arrow, aimed directly at the Prince's residence.
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Wan'er's anger erupted like a ignited powder keg. Furious, she stepped forward with unwavering resolve, her beautiful eyes burning with fury, a flame that seemed intent on incinerating all evil before her. She glared at Prince Ning and righteously rebuked him, "You despicable villain! What kind of hero takes advantage of someone in distress! Have the guts to wait until Jiu Chen recovers before we have a fair fight!" Her voice was clear and resonant, audible even amidst the commotion outside the palace, like a banner of justice fluttering in the wind.
Prince Ning, however, was completely unconcerned, laughing loudly with utter disdain. His laughter echoed through the sky, carrying an almost manic smugness: "The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. Today is your death day, so say no more!" His laughter was filled with blind confidence in his own strength and contempt for Ye Jiuchen's side.
Having said that, Prince Ning waved his hand decisively, as if issuing a death order. His men swarmed forward like wolves, their eyes filled with ferocity and greed, launching a fierce attack on the palace. Their moves were swift and deadly; in an instant, swords flashed and clashed, their cold light gleaming like countless shooting stars streaking across the night sky. The shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth, echoing throughout the valley, as if tearing the very fabric of the world apart.
The guards of the Prince's mansion showed no fear. Long accustomed to Ye Jiuchen's kindness and training, they were utterly loyal to the mansion. At this moment, they gripped their weapons tightly, the blades gleaming resolutely in the sunlight. Some brandished longswords, the wind whistling as if capable of slicing through any invading enemy; others held their spears high, their tips gleaming coldly, like dragons emerging from the sea, aimed straight for the enemy's vitals. They fought valiantly, each figure like a sturdy fortress, guarding the dignity and peace of the Prince's mansion.
Dongfang Wan'er was frantic with worry, her delicate brows furrowed as if an unsolvable knot had formed between them. She weaved through the chaotic crowd, disregarding her own safety, her skirt fluttering in the wind like a flower swaying in the flames of war. She knew that if Ye Jiuchen couldn't quickly recover his strength to deal with the current crisis, the Prince's mansion would be plunged into utter ruin, with unimaginable consequences. She prayed incessantly, hoping that Ye Jiuchen could create another miracle.