He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 84 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 7)

Wen Yan had practiced swordsmanship for over ten years, so her physical condition was quite good. A minor fever didn't bother her; she took some medicine and slept it off completely.

Just then, the weather cooperated, the torrential rain gradually subsided, the bamboo curtain used for sheltering from the rain was lifted, and the air had a refreshing feel after the rain.

Mo Zhu stepped into the cave, a sword in his hand. The silver scabbard was engraved with intricate patterns that looked like a phoenix, and the fine crimson lines gave it an ancient and mysterious appearance.

"Wen Xiaoyan." He called out to Wen Xiaoyan as soon as he came in, without saying much. He tossed her the sword and went straight to the bed at the very end, where he lay down fully clothed, looking exhausted.

Wen Yan carefully touched the sword in her hand. When she drew it, it gleamed with a cold light, making it a rare and excellent sword.

"Is this for me?" Knowing that Mo Zhu was just resting with his eyes closed and didn't actually want to sleep, Wen Yan asked excitedly.

She was a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, and the sword was her Achilles' heel. Although she hadn't said anything these past few days, Mo Zhu still noticed her subconscious action of drawing her sword.

"Okay, it's yours."

The man's voice was clear and husky as he casually opened his eyes to watch her play with the sword in her hand.

"Does it have a name?"

"Phoenix Sword".

"What? The Phoenix Sword!" Wen Yan exclaimed, her movements becoming even more cautious.

It's actually the Phoenix Sword, ranked number one among swords!

Her eyes sparkled, her delight evident: "I'm going to practice my sword now."

After saying that, he ran away impatiently, ignoring Mo Zhu's gradually paling face.

Mo Zhu watched the figure disappear in the blink of an eye and smiled helplessly. After all, she was just a young girl.

"Cough cough."

He curled his fingers, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sat up, circulated his internal energy to regulate his breathing, and then left behind the words "Private matter, will return in a few days" before disappearing.

When Wen Yan returned, she had already been gone for a while.

She didn't mind; Mo Zhu was always away for a few days each month.

She was stunned when she caught a glimpse of blood on the bedding.

he got hurt?

What could possibly hurt him?

Wen Yan blew her bone whistle, and a huge eagle rushed over, landing on a thick branch and tilting its head to examine her.

She could actually detect a hint of displeasure in the dark, eagle-like eyes.

Killing the Eagle: "Howling, howling, howling," on a dark and windy night, what's the point of calling it that?

Unfortunately, Wen Yan couldn't understand. She asked anxiously, "Your master disappeared after being injured. Can you find him?"

The owner has disappeared?

Killing Eagle was in a hurry. He pushed Wen Yan's waist with his beak, and after she sat down, he shook his feathers and shot off in a flash, heading for Broken Heart Cliff.

It put Wen Yan down, and a rare worry appeared in its silly yet earnest eyes. It gestured for Wen Yan to walk forward, but it stopped motionless on the big rock where it had first found her.

Ultimately, her worries prevailed. She flew two miles on her sword, only to be stopped by a transparent barrier. Helpless, she had no choice but to sheathe her sword and run forward.

The moonlight illuminated the road ahead. Wen Yan jogged all the way and burst into a hot spring, where she stared at a half-naked man.

"you--"

Mo Zhu's narrow eyes were filled with astonishment; he clearly hadn't reacted yet.

Even the exposed skin became quite stiff.

He's been... seen naked?

At this moment, Wen Yan resembled a ruthless bandit, even though her face was burning red.

She made a very unusual move—

I squatted down and washed my hands and then my face very naturally.

A gaze so intense it couldn't be ignored fell upon her, burning as if it would pierce through her.

The atmosphere was quiet, with only the soft sound of splashing water to wash hands.

Well, she also found it strange that she rushed into Mo Zhu's hot spring late at night and washed her hands and face with the water he used to bathe in.

She herself wanted to die!

She was inwardly scratching her head, wishing she could slap herself twice. Who was Mo Zhu? A man at the pinnacle of martial prowess, who could possibly hurt him?

She's just so concerned... no, she's just worrying unnecessarily.

Even so, Wen Yan still secretly glanced at the center of the spring a few times.

I was too rushed and didn't see it clearly.

Then I met a pair of smiling eyes.

Wen Yan lowered her head with the fastest speed she had ever seen, and got up to escape this embarrassing situation.

With a splash, she slipped and fell into the spring. She scrambled to her feet in a panic, wiping the water from her face. Mo Zhu was already standing in front of her, looking at her calmly.

Wen Yan was embarrassed and stepped back, but she stepped on something and fell backward into the water, creating a huge splash.

She tried to fake her death, but someone pulled her out of the water.

Mo Zhu reached out and lifted her chin, brushing the damp strands of hair behind her head.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight poured down, illuminating her disheveled appearance and flushed cheeks.

Her eyes were sparkling, as if she had been bullied.

She spoke first: "This hot spring is too slippery, you can easily fall, you shouldn't come here so often in the future."

I was so embarrassed to even say it myself that I covered my face with my hands, lowered my head, and almost shut myself off.

Should we run it again?

What if I fall again?

A faint, pleasant aroma wafts through the air, mingled with the tartness of green grapes and the burning heat of strong liquor, along with other subtle flavors.

These flavors are layered and blend together perfectly, like a naive young girl stealing a drink for the first time, becoming completely intoxicated by it.

Mo Zhu was puzzled: how could one person have so many flavors?

He removed Wen Yan's hands from her face, staring at her intently.

Wen Yan had nowhere to avoid it; her gaze swept down to the bare chest muscles and the firm V-line—

Stop!

She quickly looked away and turned her head. The spring water overflowed her waistline, and water droplets dripping from her hair slid into her soaked collar, revealing her beautiful figure in the moonlight.

Mo Zhu felt something was wrong, and before he could think it through, he felt dizzy and collapsed in the water.

Wen Yan helped him lean against the relatively flat edge of the hot spring, and only then did she notice that his lips were abnormally pale in the moonlight.

He coughed a few times, and a few drops of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Wen Yan wiped them away in disbelief, her blood-stained fingertips trembling.

he got hurt?

The biggest difference between Duanya Spring and other hot springs is that while other hot springs have warm water, its water is icy cold.

I was so caught up in the awkwardness when I came down, and since I had lived on the mountaintop for many years when I was in the Immortal Sword Sect, I subconsciously ignored the chill.

She considered dragging him out and starting a fire again, but after thinking it over for a moment, she gave up and simply tried to straighten up so that he could lean on her more comfortably.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps an hour or two, Mo Zhu slowly awoke, realizing that he was leaning against a soft, fragrant, and smooth body.

Wen Xiaoyan didn't leave?

He turned his head to look at her; her lips were white from the cold, but she was still gritting her teeth and persevering.

Mo Zhu frowned, picked her up, dried her clothes, and placed her on the open ground by the spring. He then started a fire for her.

It wasn't exactly starting a fire; he simply threw his innate flame on the ground to warm her.

Wen Yan didn't stop him; she was indeed cold.

After finishing everything, Mo Zhu returned to the cliff spring.

The two sat quietly, one warming himself by the fire and the other soaking in the water, neither speaking, creating a rare moment of tranquility.

"Mo Zhu, have you thought about going out?" Wen Yan warmed her hands around the flames and asked slowly.

"You want to go out?"

Mo Zhu raised an eyebrow. Unlike a shy young girl, he stared intently at Wen Yan, observing her reaction.

Wen Yan remained calm; for her, it was all the same wherever she was. However, she couldn't rely on soaking in this bone-chillingly cold spring water to suppress Mo Zhu's poison indefinitely.

Yes, it's poison. She just secretly took his pulse. It's a rare and deadly poison that slowly seeps in and can kill silently.

"It's so-so, but you should go out."