Chapter 135: Disinfection

"AHHH!!!"

A blood-curdling scream tore from Yang Xun's throat. He shot up from his chair as if electrocuted, both hands clamped tightly over his crotch. His face was a mask of utter agony, and large beads of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Even though he was a Cultivator with a physique far beyond that of an ordinary person, that particular area was just too fragile!

The scalding chicken soup had poured directly onto it. The searing pain was like a thousand needles stabbing him at once, making his entire body tremble.

"Xiaoxun!! Are you okay?!"

Chen Xiafang's face went deathly pale. She paid no mind to the shattered bowl on the floor, completely panicked and at a loss. Her hands flailed in the air, unsure where to go, her face a mixture of self-blame and terror.

"Hiss… I'm… I'm fine…"

Yang Xun gritted his teeth and tried to circulate the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, guiding his True Qi to the injured area to begin repairs.