kvmb Chapter 548
Chapter 548
“Stay close to me.” His voice was as low as the wind merging into the mist. “If you feel dizzy, bite my shoulder and don’t let go.” Before Dongfang Wan’er could respond, he had already swept her up in his arms. She smelled the medicinal scent and blood seeping from under his clothes, heard the soft crackling of his boots crushing will-o’-the-wisps, and heard the increasingly close shouts of the underworld officials in the distance. The glowing light of the Spirit Heart Grass traced pale green trails behind them, like fragments of the Milky Way falling to earth.
As the first rays of dawn pierced the mist, the two finally stumbled and fell out of the River of Oblivion's border. Dongfang Wan'er turned back and saw the mist wall transform into countless fireflies under the rising sun. The figure of the wolf cub stood vaguely in the mist, and the withered spirit grass under its paws had miraculously regained its vitality. Ye Jiuchen followed her gaze and suddenly took out half a copper coin from his pocket—a token of love he had left her in his previous life. He threw it into the mist, and it split in two in mid-air, landing at the wolf cub's and their feet respectively.
“Next time we meet, maybe I should bring it some jerky.” He smiled and ruffled her wind-blown hair, but coughed up black blood as he turned away. Dongfang Wan’er didn’t expose his forced smile, but simply stuffed the freshly picked Spirit Heart Grass into his mouth: “Hold it in your mouth for now, we’ll brew the medicine when we find a safe place.” The distant mountains revealed their bluish-gray outlines in the morning light, and the bell on her wrist suddenly rang out with a clear sound, intertwining with the resonance of the jade pendant at his waist, like some kind of ancient incantation.
Their footprints faded into the dew, and deep within the River of Oblivion, the wolf cub, carrying the half-copper coin, gleamed with complex emotions in its amber eyes. Behind it, on the misty wall, the afterimage of the great fire a century ago gradually emerged—the apothecary in blue robes pushing the girl away from the flames, only to be struck by a collapsing pillar, the half-copper coin clutched tightly in his hand. The wolf cub suddenly looked down at the newly blooming Spirit Heart Grass beneath its paws; in the dewdrops condensing on its petals, two receding figures were reflected, overlapping with the scene in its memory.
"Humans..." it murmured softly, its voice filled with either hatred or something else, "Your bonds are harder to untie than the iron chains of the underworld." Before it finished speaking, the morning breeze dispersed the last wisp of mist, and the wolf cub's figure had disappeared on the banks of the River of Oblivion. Only the half-copper coin lay quietly at the root of the Spirit Heart Grass, awaiting the next cycle of destiny.
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The late spring rain, as fine and persistent as sorrow, dampened the pebbly path along the River of Oblivion. Dongfang Wan'er's fingertips gripped Ye Jiuchen's sleeve tightly, feeling its dampness; she couldn't tell if it was rainwater or the bloodstains seeping from his chest. The young man's black robes were torn in several places, and beads of blood still clung to his pale chin, yet he still shielded her with his long, slender arm, the silver needle in his palm gleaming coldly in the twilight.
"Watch out!" Ye Jiuchen suddenly shouted, pulling her around to avoid a slashing blade. Dozens of dark figures leaped out like crows from behind withered trees and broken rocks, only pairs of fierce eyes visible beneath their helmets, their ring-pommel swords reflecting a chilling arc in the rain. The leader lifted his helmet, revealing a scar that stretched from his left eye to his jaw, and opened his mouth, revealing two gold teeth: "Hand over the Spirit Heart Grass if you know what's good for you, and I'll spare your corpses."
Dongfang Wan'er's heart skipped a beat, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the brocade pouch at her waist—the Spirit Heart Grass she had searched for three days at the bottom of the River of Oblivion lay quietly, glistening with water droplets. It turned out that the commotion of lighting the Soul-Guiding Lamp at the bottom of the Netherwater Pool had ultimately attracted those who coveted it. Ye Jiuchen's back suddenly tensed, a muffled groan escaping his throat. Only then did she remember the blow he had taken to protect her earlier; it had likely injured his internal organs.
"Jiuchen, you..." Her voice was swallowed by the sound of rain. The young man suddenly pushed her behind him, silver needles arranged in the Big Dipper formation between his fingers, and blood seeped from the old sword scar on his wrist where his sleeve had slipped down. "Wan'er, cover your ears." His voice was hoarse with a sickly tone, but it was still reassuringly steady.
Dongfang Wan'er understood, activating the silver bell in her temple with a hand seal. The clear bell sound suddenly changed, transforming into an invisible sound wave that swept outwards. The scarred man at the head suddenly clutched his head and screamed in pain, stumbling and knocking over the two behind him. However, the men in black were well-trained and quickly regained their balance by striking their ears with the back of their blades, and the encirclement tightened once more. Ye Jiuchen's silver needles precisely pierced the acupoints of the three men, but he almost fell upon landing—the use of internal energy had already damaged his heart meridian.
At the critical moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the direction of the River of Oblivion. The wolf cub they had seen by the pool of the Netherworld appeared, riding the waves. Its blue fur was covered with seaweed, its amber eyes burned with rage, and it let out a terrifying growl. Its front paws crushed a rock, and as the fragments flew, the men in black all took a half step back.
"Go!" Ye Jiuchen grabbed Dongfang Wan'er's wrist, and silver needles rained down on the black-clad men on the right. The wolf cub cooperated and pounced on the left, its claws tearing open a man's throat. Dongfang Wan'er seized the opportunity to flick out a golden silk whip from her sleeve, using it to wrap around a broken tree in the distance and leap over it. The three of them drew a bloody arc in the rain.
They had run an unknown distance when dusk deepened. Dongfang Wan'er discovered a hidden cave nestled in the mountainside, its entrance covered in vines, just large enough for two people and a wolf to hide in. Ye Jiuchen had barely leaned against the rock wall when he slid to the ground, coughing up blood that stained his clothes. Trembling, she took out a tinderbox and lit a dry branch, then took out the Spirit Heart Grass from her brocade pouch—its leaves, originally a deep blue, now had a hint of withered yellow.
"It's all my fault... If I hadn't insisted on finding the Spirit Heart Grass..." Her voice choked, her fingertips tracing the blood-stained fabric of his clothes. Ye Jiuchen raised his hand, wiping away her tears with his fingertips: "Silly girl, the Spirit Heart Grass can save countless lives. Even if you die for it, it's worth it." His gaze fell on the rain outside the cave entrance, and he suddenly chuckled softly, "Besides, we have Little Wolf's help; we'll surely turn danger into safety."
The wolf cub seemed to understand human nature, squatting at the entrance of the cave, shaking its fur, and letting out a gentle whimper. Only then did Dongfang Wan'er notice a shallow wound on its front paw, and she quickly took out some wound medicine to bandage it. The firelight illuminated the boy's pale face as she blew on the brewed medicine and fed it to him. Suddenly, she heard the hooting of an owl outside the cave.
"Sleep for a while, I'll stay with you," she whispered, draping her cloak over him. Ye Jiuchen gazed at her profile, warmed by the firelight, and suddenly reached out to grasp her fingertips: "Wan'er, once I've recovered, I'll definitely take you to see the sunrise over the sea of clouds." Her nose tingled, and she nodded gently. Only when she heard his breathing gradually steady under the effects of the medicine did she dare to let her tears fall into his palm.
Outside the cave, the rain continued to fall. But within this small space, withered wood was burning, and the fragrance of Spirit Heart Grass mingled with the scent of medicine. Perhaps the road ahead still held swords and shadows, but the hands clasped together at this moment were more precious than any treasure.