Chapter 34: Romantic Detoxification

That head, which looked wretched yet revealed a trace of violent cruelty, fell onto the pebbled ground of the mountain stream amidst a spray of blood. The headless corpse, covered in wounds as it lay on the ground, was still twitching and trembling.

“Qianqian!” Lei Qing hurriedly suppressed the injuries on his body and anxiously picked up Zuo Qianqian to examine the wounds on her back. After checking, he let out a slight sigh of relief in his heart. Although that Situ Nan was power ful, his sudden attack in that final moment was actually the last struggle of a dying man. That palm strike looked powerful, but it no longer possessed much killing power. After all, with his life force already extinguished, and having been hit in the throat and chest by the Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow, it would have been strange if Situ Nan could still unleash the power of a Holy Rank powerhouse.

Zuo Qianqian was lucky that the bones in her back were not broken. She had only suffered some internal injuries from the force of the shock and had passed out.

“Phew.” After checking her breathing, Lei Qing’s tightly strung nerves finally relaxed completely. He found a relatively flat, dry spot nearby, laid the wolf fur coat he had taken off on the ground, and lay down with Zuo Qianqian in his arms. After all, it was just fainting; with some rest and the healing of her body’s functions, she would slowly wake up.

Just then, Leng Yuewu, who had passed out directly after delivering that palm strike, let out a soft moan. Lei Qing hurriedly took his Spatial Ring from Zuo Qianqian’s finger, took out the White Tiger skin and spread it on the flat ground, and then went over to pick up Leng Yuewu, who had fallen onto a pile of rocks.

He had watched the battle between her and Situ Nan very clearly from the side earlier. She shouldn’t have had any serious injuries; she had just been hit by two venomous needles and affected by an aphrodisiac called the Seven Emotions Joy Powder. However, Lei Qing did not dare to underestimate either of these two toxins. How could the poisons that the Saint of Thieves, a Holy Rank assassin, kept as his trump card to deal with Leng Yuewu, who was stronger than him, be simple?

Relying on his memory, Lei Qing undid her white clothes, revealing her fragrant shoulder. Her crystal-clear, snow-white skin and that sexy appearance made the injured Lei Qing swallow his saliva. But as he looked further down, just before the slight upward slope, a patch of black was shocking to the eyes, extinguishing the fire of desire in his heart.

Looking closely, he could vaguely see a needle on each side, almost completely inserted, leaving only the fine needle tails. Lei Qing did not dare to be careless with these poisonous needles. He first fetched Qianqian’s Spatial Ring, activated the spatial formation, and found some herb books, a small knife, candles, and the like.

With great effort, Lei Qing carefully removed the two poisonous needles, wrapped them in animal skin, and hid them away. Although the venom on these two needles was mostly used up, they were still effective if used against low-level Demonic Beasts or enemies.

But next, Lei Qing was in a bit of a dilemma. Although the Lei Family always trained their children to be soldiers, and first aid was a mandatory subject, Lei Qing had never been very good at it. He had only improved a bit while fleeing for his life. But when it came to treating poisoned wounds, he was quite stumped. He vaguely remembered that he had to let the poisoned blood out.

He fetched some clean, clear stream water, heated the small knife over the fire, and made a cross-shaped cut at the darkest part of the needle wound. Black blood gushed out, and he quickly wiped it away. Fortunately, Leng Yuewu was indeed a Holy Rank powerhouse. Even in a coma, the residual Ice Fighting Qi in her body was still struggling to resist the invasion of the poison, keeping it contained within the nearby area.

However, the poisoned blood stopped flowing after a while. Helpless, Lei Qing had to start pushing against her skin to squeeze out the poisoned blood. After repeating this process, most of the poison had been removed. But the remaining traces of black could not be squeezed out.

Lei Qing thought of the method of sucking out snake venom. He guessed that there seemed to be no wounds in his mouth. So, he leaned down directly, put his mouth on the wound, and began to suck gently.

At this moment, Lei Qing had no evil thoughts in his mind; after all, he was doing this to help her expel the poison and treat her. But Lei Qing never imagined that the beauty beneath him had actually woken up while he was helping to check her wounds.

Knowing clearly that Lei Qing had good intentions for the treatment, she certainly would not mistake his kindness for malice and do something stupid like pushing him away. Just to avoid embarrassment for both of them, she could only pretend not to know and continue faking her coma. In fact, her delicate body had already become soft and weak due to the Seven Emotions Joy Powder, so she couldn’t push him away even if she wanted to.

Who knew that as he treated her, he began to massage and expel the poison. Leng Yuewu was conscious and knew that Lei Qing probably had no real intention to take advantage of her. But knowing was one thing; the position of the needle wound was already at the slope rising from the valley floor. If he wanted to push out the poisoned blood, he naturally needed to expand to the surroundings. With this expansion, he was suddenly covering a large part of the slope.

Leng Yuewu grew up in the Moon Cold Palace, one of the Fighting Qi Holy Lands. She was devoted to cultivation and later practiced the Moon Cold Divine Art, the supreme skill of the palace. This technique itself had a strong restraining effect on the seven emotions and six desires. She was cold in personality and did not like to communicate with others. This earned her the nickname Ice Fairy when she became famous. After she became a Holy Rank and shocked the world, she was given the title Ice Sword Saint.

The term Ice not only referred to the Ice Fighting Qi she cultivated but also to her personality and way of life.

Leng Yuewu considered herself to be pure and innocent up to now. She cared greatly about her reputation and remained cold to the many outstanding men who pursued her, keeping them at a distance. In her life, she had never shown any affection to any man. It could even be said extremely that up to now, she had not even had a finger touched by a man.

Perhaps it was precisely because Leng Yuewu was like this that it made many suitors flock to her like ducks, crazily worshipping her as the Ice Goddess, high above and untouchable.

But today, not only had she been touched by Lei Qing, but she had been touched so thoroughly. If this were to get out, it would probably send those fanatical fans of the Ice Sword Saint into a state of hysteria. Lei Qing could just wait for the endless pursuit of countless experts.

For Leng Yuewu, bitterly resisting the Seven Emotions Joy Powder was already a test of her willpower. Fortunately, she practiced the Moon Cold Divine Art, which naturally had a strong suppression of the seven emotions and six desires. Otherwise, if it were any other Holy Rank woman, she would have long since fallen into the state described by that wretched Situ Nan, going into heat and pouncing on someone to beg for favor.

Being able to control it temporarily did not mean she was completely unaffected. Although she was a Holy Rank, she was essentially a woman. Under the carefully prepared aphrodisiac poison of Situ Nan, the desires deep in her heart were being stirred up bit by bit. Added to that was Lei Qing’s massage and detoxification just now on her sensitive areas. Traces of pleasure and anticipation, even endless craving, had pushed her firm willpower to the brink of collapse.

But this was not over. At the final moment, when Lei Qing used his mouth to suck out the remaining poison, that extremely sensitive stimulation hit the defense of willpower that Leng Yuewu had built with such difficulty like a raging storm. The continuous stimulation, wave after wave, ceaselessly stimulated her.

Just as Lei Qing sucked out the last mouthful of poison and the blood turned from black to red, he let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, Leng Yuewu, whose willpower had been very firm, saw that wall of will collapse under the pleasure that burned like a raging fire.

“Mmm~” Leng Yuewu, whom countless outstanding men worshipped as a high and mighty Goddess, let out a moan of pleasure and longing from deep in her throat.

Lei Qing was startled. Could it be that Leng Yuewu had been awake the whole time? What he had done to her, although for the purpose of healing, who knew if the female Sword Saint, having lost her reason, would listen to his explanation?

However, he did not need to explain anymore. Leng Yuewu’s arms, as fair as lotus roots, had already tightly embraced him, pressing him down onto her delicate body.

Moreover, the desires in Leng Yuewu’s life had always been suppressed and never released. Many things, often the more they are suppressed, once they lose control, become even more violent, like a mountain flood erupting, completely out of control.

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