Chapter 4813 — I Bow to You!
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"Oh." Yang Qianshuang gave him a puzzled look, but in the end did as she was told and extended both hands. Unlike her hideous, terrifying face, her hands were like ice and jade, utterly ethereal.
Wei Zhao reached out and pressed his palms to hers. Her touch was cool yet refreshing to the spirit—truly a woman of rare grace. But he had no intention of taking liberties. To heal her, he had to channel his all-purpose true qi into her, and that process could not be blocked by clothing. Palm-to-palm was the only way; after all, he could hardly ask Yang Qianshuang to undress in front of him.
Through her palms, Yang Qianshuang felt a warm current of true qi enter her body, rising along her extraordinary meridians to her face. Her cheeks began to itch and tingle, and she had to fight the urge to scratch them.
This went on for roughly half an hour, when Yang Qianshuang suddenly sensed something trickling down her face. A closer look revealed it to be dark green venom, and she paled in sheer terror!
"Don't move. It'll be over soon," Wei Zhao said soothingly.
Yang Qianshuang was still frightened, but at his words she managed to hold herself still, watching helplessly as the ghastly venom seeped from her cheeks drop by drop and fell to the floor.
The venom kept accumulating, and Yang Qianshuang could not keep herself from trembling. This was the nightmare that visited her every time she closed her eyes. It was this venom that had all but shattered her mind, leaving her muddled and dazed all day long—there were even times when she had longed for death.
Another half hour passed, and at last no more venom flowed from her face. Yang Qianshuang felt the itching and tingling on her cheeks grow more intense, and a sudden realization dawned on her, sending a thrill through her whole body. Could this be a sign that the wounds were healing?!
After what felt like an endless wait, Wei Zhao finally withdrew his true qi from Yang Qianshuang's body. He turned, fetched a mirror, and handed it to her. "Take a look for yourself."
Trembling, Yang Qianshuang took the mirror, yet for a long while dared not open her eyes. She had been through this once a month ago, and she did not want to go through it again. The feeling of having one's last hope dashed truly could break a person completely.
In the end, she forced her eyes open. Staring at the face in the mirror, reborn as though anew, she froze entirely.
"How is it?" Leng Rufeng, who had been pacing at the door like a headless fly for two full hours, rushed up to meet Wei Zhao as he emerged pale-faced. His usually expressionless face was now written all over with anxiety and dread.
"See for yourself." Wei Zhao waved a hand weakly. In truth, it was all an act put on for the other man's benefit—with the jade pendant constantly replenishing his true qi, he had expended hardly anything at all.
But once one puts on a show, one must see it through. Even if he had claimed to be Zhang Lifeng's closed-door disciple, a feat like this could hardly be accomplished with a mere wave of the hand. If there was no cost, he would have to fabricate one.
At the sight of Wei Zhao looking ready to collapse at any moment, Leng Rufeng's expression changed at once. He thought the treatment had failed and, shouting Qianxue's name, made to charge into the room—but before he could reach the door, Yang Qianshuang stepped out ahead of him.
"Qianxue, you—" Leng Rufeng froze. Staring blankly at her beautiful face, smooth and radiant as of old, his expression turned in an instant to indescribable ecstasy. "Qianxue, you're cured!"
Seeing the renowned Cold-Faced Blade God capering about like a child, Wei Zhao and Ning Xuefei exchanged a knowing smile. Yang Qianshuang, meanwhile, was moved to tears. She stepped forward and threw her arms tightly around Leng Rufeng—a thousand words could not match the eloquence of that embrace.