Chapter 142 - Treatment

Despite not retrieving the medicinal herbs needed for enhancing Soul Force, fortunately, the vast Primeval Forest was akin to a herbarium — it should be possible to find the required herbs.Ye Chenfeng had asked Mao Kangping to purchase them simply because he was too lazy to search for them in the Primeval Forest himself.

Now Ye Chenfeng needed to raise his Soul Force to the Sixth Level within three days.

With his character, it was impossible for him to abandon Mao Kangping and Brother Hu, so he would definitely keep the appointment after three days.

After carrying Han Chuxue into the cave of the yellow serpent, Ye Chenfeng gently placed her body down.

The cave was very quiet, so quiet that even their breathing was clearly audible.

Ye Chenfeng lit a campfire in the cave and said to Han Chuxue, “Let me reconnect your broken meridians.”

Han Chuxue was becoming increasingly curious about the man in front of her and couldn’t help thinking, “Could he really reconnect my severed hand and foot tendons?”

Given this opportunity, she certainly didn’t want to give up — after all, she still had a great vengeance to exact!

Yet her face still didn’t show Ye Chenfeng any warmth as she said, “Can you really heal me?”

Ye Chenfeng smiled helplessly and replied, “Why don’t you let me try and see?”

Seeing that Han Chuxue stopped talking, Ye Chenfeng knew she had tacitly agreed.

He took out his always-carried acupuncture kit, sterilized the silver needles over the flame, and precisely inserted four of them into the torn meridians of Han Chuxue’s limbs.

The moment the four silver needles were inserted, a warm sensation spread through her limbs.

Han Chuxue thought joyfully, “It seems he does have some skills!

Perhaps he can really rejoin my torn meridians.”

Just as a sliver of joy arose in Han Chuxue’s heart, she saw Ye Chenfeng’s right palm press against her body, which made her cheeks flush with anger.

Just as she was about to lash out, she suddenly felt a continuous stream of energy flowing into her body.

Looking up, she saw Ye Chenfeng’s expression was serious and his eyes were clear and pure, without the slightest impurity.

Her anger gradually subsided as she clenched her teeth and thought, “He is treating me, he is helping me heal, so I have to endure, I must bear it.”

Afterward, Han Chuxue noticed sweat beads forming on Ye Chenfeng’s forehead and cheeks and felt an unusual emotion stirring within her.

The Soul Force inside Ye Chenfeng, which hadn’t recovered for long, poured into Han Chuxue’s body, pushing him again to the brink of exhaustion.

He was using his own Soul Force to nourish Han Chuxue’s meridians, allowing the torn meridians to regenerate and reconnect.

An hour later, Ye Chenfeng breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart.

Thankfully, it seemed Han Chuxue’s meridians hadn’t been severed for too long.

He just managed to reconnect them. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt

If it had been another month later, even Ye Chenfeng would have been helpless unless his Soul Force could break through to the Eighth Level.

Opening his eyes and seeing Han Chuxue with her eyes shut, Ye Chenfeng’s longing for Luo Xueqi grew more intense.

Yet, separated by five hundred years, there was no chance for them to meet again, no matter what.

Han Chuxue felt the warm current inside her body gradually disappear, but Ye Chenfeng’s hand remained.

She opened her beautiful eyes.

If Han Chuxue didn’t realize by then that Ye Chenfeng was taking advantage of her, she would have lived all these years in vain.

She struggled, reached out to grab at Ye Chenfeng, and shouted, “I should have known you could never reconnect my meridians.”

With his strength depleted, Ye Chenfeng was easily toppled over as Han Chuxue lunged forward.

Just as she raised her hand to strike, her face filled with shock: “My hand can move?

My hand can actually move?”

Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts were still immersed in memories of his past life, where his girlfriend and partner, Luo Xueqi, had repeatedly shielded him from lethal dangers during missions.

And yet, he had ultimately left her all alone, a pain that only he could profoundly feel.

After his soul had traversed five hundred years into the past, Ye Chenfeng had been trying to escape, constantly trying to bury Luo Xueqi’s image in the deepest recesses of his heart, because he knew there was no chance of them meeting again.

It is said that a man seldom sheds tears but Ye Chenfeng’s eyes were damp.

Snapped back to reality, he saw Han Chuxue’s face filled with an excited smile.

“Xue Qi,” Ye Chenfeng murmured softly, then reached out and embraced Han Chuxue in his arms.

Han Chuxue, still excited from the recovery of her meridians, didn’t react immediately to Ye Chenfeng’s sudden “attack.” By the time she thought to struggle,

Ye Chenfeng had already kissed her.

Han Chuxue’s eyes widened in surprise, but when she caught a glimpse of Ye Chenfeng’s eyes, she saw pain, care, and even pity: “Could he have fallen for me?

Impossible, it’s impossible, we’ve barely known each other for even a day!”