The Demon Lords

Chapter 980 - 224: The Dream Is Gone

"Creak!"

Fanli pushed open the door and walked in.

He first went to the sword maid’s side and reached out to check her breathing.

The sword maid stared at Fanli with her eyes wide open.

"I’m... staring."

Fanli shook his head and said:

"What if you die without closing your eyes?"

"..." Sword maid.

Feeling relieved, Fanli dumped the person he was carrying on his shoulder onto the floor and untied the burlap sack.

Chen Daole was still in a daze,

Fanli picked up a nearby basin and splashed a basin of cold water on Chen Daole’s face.

"Splash!"

Chen Daole opened his eyes and saw Fanli standing in front of him.

Fanli slammed a fist into his abdomen, followed by a kick.

After a series of punches and kicks,

Chen Daole was curled up on the ground, like a wounded quail.

"I... where am I... who are you?" Chen Daole asked with some difficulty.

"Don’t think about running away or resisting, just be honest, or I’ll beat you up."

Chen Daole: "I didn’t resist..."

"I’m afraid you’ll resist later, so I beat you up first."

"..." Chen Daole.

Then,

Fanli sat down on the nearby chair, picked up the cakes he had bought for dinner, and began to eat.

Chen Daole was slowly catching his breath and recovering his body.

After a long time,

Fanli put the last bit of cake into his mouth, sucked his palm, and

finally looked at Chen Daole again,

and said:

"I brought you here to help me with a medical examination."

Chen Daole had already noticed the little girl lying on the bed and hearing this reason, he knew that the other party was not from the Yan State Spy Bureau or the local commander’s office.

"But... but I’m not a doctor, I’m a scholar."

Fanli shook his head and said:

"Either help with the examination or die."

In Fanli’s philosophy, everything could actually be simplified and made direct, without needing to consider too many twists and turns.

If all choices in life were either A or B, wouldn’t that be satisfying?

Chen Daole pressed his lips together, not daring to argue further, because although the time spent together was short, he saw that this tower-like man in front of him was not someone who liked reasoning.

Chen Daole got up, holding his stomach with one hand and supporting the bedside with the other, came to the sword maid’s side.

The girl on the bed was truly on the verge of dying, obviously having an out-of-oil feeling.

Chen Daole looked back at Fanli sitting there with some doubt, and for a moment, his eyes showed some struggle, but he was after all a Chen Family disciple and wouldn’t really resort to holding a young girl hostage to save his life.

Still, he was strange why the big man dared to sit there and let him approach the girl.

"She’s about to die, kidnapping her is useless, I might as well send you and her on the road together, and she’ll suffer less pain."

Chen Daole sighed, this reason was indeed convincing.

He reached out and placed the tips of his fingers on the girl’s fair wrist, beginning to gauge the pulse.

He was indeed not a doctor,

but in this era,

almost every scholar had read medical books, with considerable knowledge of medicine.

However, it was mostly for leisure to facilitate discourse, like at tea parties or poetry gatherings when the topic of health came up so one wouldn’t feel isolated, while most medical books also had their systemic philosophy, useful for writing papers.

"The pulse is thin as silk, does she have a hidden ailment?"

Fanli responded: "No."

The sword maid’s body was inherently good, she rarely even caught a cold.

"Could you let me see under her clothes?" Chen Daole asked.

"No... no..."

The sword maid refused.

Fanli, however, said: "He’s a Jin person, also a pretty boy, clearly into good male relationships. Just consider him a sister."

"..." Chen Daole.

Fanli walked over and asked: "Front or back?"

Chen Daole hurriedly said: "The back will suffice."

Fanli nodded, turning the sword maid on the bed over, undressing her to expose the back.

Chen Daole steadied his mind, placed his forefinger in his mouth, biting it to draw blood, and then pressed it onto the sword maid’s back.

Immediately,

Chen Daole began to stimulate Qi and blood. This was true Qi and blood stimulation because blood from the wound began splattering.

After a substantial amount flowed out, Chen Daole took a deep breath, placed his forefinger in his mouth, while with his other hand, he pressed his palm on the sword maid’s back and began rubbing.

After rubbing twice,

he released his hand, stumbling a bit, his face appearing somewhat pale.

The blood on the sword maid’s back began to show lines, blood droplets still seeping.

Upon observing the blood bead patterns,

Chen Daole exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? Why is it like this?"

"Ah!"

Fanli slapped Chen Daole on the head,

cursing:

"Who are you leaving spaces for?"

Chen Daole felt somewhat speechless, but still explained: "This is a method taught by a senior in my family of physicians, more accurate than gauging a pulse, it can examine a patient’s body’s Qi and blood status."

"Smack!"

Fanli slapped again.

"Focus on the important parts."

Chen Daole took a deep breath, ignoring his painful head, and said:

"One’s blood governs affairs, Qi and blood are interdependent, Qi does not reach fullness, blood does not flow downward, hence the Qi and blood are depleted."

Chen Daole quickly added:

"This is the condition of irregular menstruation!"

Fanli frowned, realizing that things seemed to be heading in a strange direction.

Face-down, the sword maid heard this, and her originally pale face surprisingly turned red.

Fanli looked down at Chen Daole,

and asked:

"This is also an illness?"

Immediately,

Fanli asked again:

"So serious?"

Fanli added:

"She’s about to die."

Could it be you’re deceiving me, irregular menstruation can lead to death?

Chen Daole stated firmly: "From the Qi and blood lines, this is indeed the case, may I ask, has the young lady ever had menstruation before?"

The sword maid was embarrassed to answer,

Fanli answered:

"Never."

"Then this should be the first time."

Fanli’s eyes widened, as if he had opened the door to a new world. It was said that women giving birth was like walking past the gates of hell, does this count too?

Chen Daole continued:

"But logically speaking, it shouldn’t be this serious."

Fanli nodded, he also felt it shouldn’t be this serious.

It seemed like Chen Daole suddenly thought of something and said, "Unless this girl’s constitution has something extraordinary about it."

"She’s very sword-like."

"Hmm?" Chen Daole was afraid he had heard wrong.

"She’s a natural Sword Embryo."

"Natural Sword Embryo?"

"You know as well?" Fanli asked curiously.

"I read about it in a book. Such people are extraordinarily gifted in sword cultivation. If this girl is truly a natural Sword Embryo, I can guarantee that even the Sword Saint of Jin would want to take her as a disciple."

"I feel the same."

"If that’s the case, then the problem should lie within the girl’s body, but, but I’m really not sure how to treat it, and I don’t dare to treat it rashly."

"Please treat her. The previous doctors only said it was a cold entering the body."

Fanli felt that this swordsman he had caught was quite reliable.

"If this girl truly has such a precious constitution, and I made a mistake in treating her, it would be a waste of a rare talent."

"If you don’t treat her, she won’t last a few days."

"But I..."

"If you don’t treat her, you can just die."

"Alright, I’ll treat her!"

Talking to Fanli was always so straightforward.

Fanli reached out, imitating my lord’s manner, patted Chen Daole on the shoulder, and said:

"Don’t worry. If the treatment fails, you’ll just die along with her, no pressure."

"..." Chen Daole.

"Is there anything you need to prepare?"

"I, I only have one method, and I’m not sure if it will work."

"Go on."

"This girl’s constitution is special; her body likely harbors innate Sword Energy, and the matter of menophania caused her internal energy and blood to conflict and become disordered. What needs to be done now is..."

"Is what?"

"Practice swordsmanship!"

"Practice swordsmanship?"

"Yes, practice swordsmanship to adjust and absorb the Sword Energy within her, to calm her energy and blood."

The Chen family was once a prestigious family in the Jin land. Although they never produced figures like the Four Great Swordsmen, the family’s collection of books was exceptionally rich due to generations of great scholars.

Before the family’s decline, Chen Daole had also spent his time at home immersed in books, so his knowledge and understanding of things were truly unparalleled.

"It’s a pity that if the girl had met a famous teacher earlier and practiced swordsmanship, this issue would likely not have occurred. Now, it’s too late to find a famous teacher to train her."

"Don’t you know swordsmanship?"

"I practice martial arts."

"You? Practice martial arts? With your skinny frame?"

"I’m just lean."

"Then why are you holding a sword?"

"I said it was a gift from a friend after dinner, do you believe it?"

"Do you take me for a fool?"

"Sigh." Chen Daole.

Chen Daole shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, saying, "Perhaps, this is what the books call the heavens being jealous of genius. Such extraordinarily talented individuals are meant to shine in the world and leave their mark on the street.

But if they never encounter their chance, their fate can only be an early death — that’s destiny, that’s fate."

Chen Daole started to show the traits of a scholar, regardless of his current situation, feeling the emotions as he reflected.

Fanli leaned in closer to the sword maid’s ear and asked:

"You’ve been training with the Sword Saint for so long, haven’t you practiced swordsmanship?"

"Practiced... yes..."

"Then why?"

"Master said I was too... too young... it would harm the foundation to open the realm too early."

"You’re almost gone now, aren’t you going to try?"

"Master would... would blame me..."

"If you’re gone, Master will truly have a reason to blame you."

After a brief pause,

Fanli said:

"You still need to kill my lord. If you die now, how will you pierce him through with a sword?"

Upon hearing this,

The previously unfocused gaze of the sword maid suddenly sharpened,

For the first time,

She seriously attempted to control the so-called energy and blood within her and began to circulate it according to her master’s sword cultivation method.

Previously, she didn’t dare, even though she comprehended and fully understood much of the sword cultivation, she only dared to imagine, never actually daring to execute it.

This was her first attempt to circulate it.

Waves of heat began to rise from the sword maid, followed by a profusion of sweat beads evaporating into white mist.

Fanli opened his mouth and said:

"Is this sweating?"

The next moment,

The sword maid’s hand suddenly opened,

"Buzz!"

The sword that Zhang Yiqing previously gifted to Chen Daole fell to the ground, its blade unsheathed, flying into the sword maid’s hand.

A purple light rose from the sword maid.

Ninth Rank Swordmaster!

"..." Chen Daole.

Then,

The sword maid’s head tilted, her body shifted, the sword in her hand dropping to the ground.

Covered in sweat, she

Looked at Fanli,

And said:

"Big guy, I’m hungry, I want candied hawthorns."

"Alright, I’ll go and grab the person who makes candied hawthorns for you."

Fanli picked up the sack he had just used to tie up Chen Daole.

Then,

The sword maid started crying again:

"Boo hoo hoo..."

Although she was crying, her vigor was clearly much better than before, contrasting her earlier, near-death state.

"Why are you crying?"

"Boo hoo hoo, I originally thought that when I grew up, I would take a sword and slowly approach Zheng Fan,

One step to the Ninth Rank, another to the Eighth Rank, seven steps to the Third Rank,

And in Zheng Fan’s stunned gaze, finally forcefully achieve Second Rank like Master to kill Zheng Fan.

Now, my dream is gone!"

————

Goodnight.

A new month has arrived, everyone can cast a monthly ticket for Long Ha!

Lastly,

Activity: "Mo Lin" The Voice.