“Bang!” The door was blown open by a gust of wind, the mosquito net torn apart by magical energy. The anxious man’s eyes widened in shock, and once again he turned to stone, frozen in disbelief.
The truth had finally revealed itself. He could now clearly see the face of the book spirit.
The classical beauty with delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a small, elegant nose and lips, and those graceful, full cheeks with a slightly pointed chin—everything was exactly as he remembered.
“Mother… Mother!”
“Bang!” The door was flung open by a fierce gust of wind, the gauze curtains torn apart by magical force. The man’s urgent gaze fixed, and once again, he was petrified in shock.
The truth had emerged; he finally saw the face of the Book Spirit.
Classical arched eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a delicate nose and cherry lips, along with the elegant and full cheeks and a slightly pointed chin—everything was exactly as he remembered.
“Mother… Mother!”
His tongue tied, his lips trembled. Qiao San knelt slowly by the bedside like a child, gazing wistfully at his mother who had been “dead” for over a decade.
The mystery was actually quite simple. Without much thought, Qiao San understood it was all due to the Ghost Scripture, but his mind was flooded with more questions, more… things he dared not ponder deeply.
Since the Book Spirit was his mother, why had she helped him several times… Well, his mother must not have regained her memory then. When exactly did she recover?
Think, can’t think, mustn’t think anymore!
“Thud!” Qiao San, fragile, thought until his head was splitting with pain. Unable to face the reality, he blacked out and fainted once again.
Groggy, Qiao San sat up, leaning against the bed but not daring to look directly at the serene sleeping face on the bed. The Book Spirit was actually his mother. Good heavens, was there a bigger joke than this?!
Oh… What should he do? How would he face this in the future?!
The sun rose, hung high at noon, set in the evening, and night spread. The shadow of the rogue was firmly nailed to the spot, and the tearless man remained lost in memories for a long time.
“Creak!” The door was gently pushed open, and a gentle figure wrapped in a plain cloak entered gracefully. Naturally, the one who best understood Qiao San’s feelings was none other than Qingniang.
“Third Brother, it’s midnight. You should go back to your room and rest. The Book Spirit… Mother, I will take care of her here!”
Though the words were a bit difficult, the gentle beauty managed to say them, draping a long coat over Qiao San while soothing her brother-in-law’s anxious heart with her unique tenderness.
“Sister-in-law, what should I do?”
Qiao San instinctively wrapped his arms around his sister-in-law’s waist, burying his face deeply into her soft, flat abdomen.
“Third Brother, don’t!”
Compared to the usual passion between them, this embrace was quite ordinary, but Qingniang recoiled like a startled deer, and the rogue’s hands uncontrollably released the hug.
A heavy sigh escaped from their hearts to their throats. The brother and sister-in-law simultaneously turned their gaze to the unconscious—Madam Qiao.
Time seemed to stand still, with ambiguity and awkwardness heavily enveloping the Qiao residence, and laughter disappeared.
For three consecutive days, an unusual silence persisted until Qingniang, who was caring for Madam Qiao, rushed into the hall in a panic, stirring the stagnant waters.
“Third Brother, it’s bad, quickly… go see Mother.”
The crowd surged like a tide, rushing into the small building. The Fox Queen, just glancing at the doorway, immediately changed her expression, “Oh no, it turns out the Book Spirit… Madam has also been poisoned by the Heavenly Demon Fire! Master, quickly expel the poison and heal her, or Madam will soon perish.”
With his mother’s safety at stake, Qiao San’s hands moved faster than his thoughts. Magical power surged from his palms, and he stepped to his mother’s bedside in an instant.
Perhaps it was a final rally, but the Book Spirit woke up at this moment. As her eyes opened, she saw Qiao San’s hands reaching towards her chest. Her pale, jade-like face flushed, and she scolded resentfully, “Ah… Qiao Sheng, what are you doing?!”
“I…” At this moment, Qiao San was like a clumsy child, his lips moving, his body stiff, unable to explain.
“Madam, your meridians are filled with fire poison. The master is expelling the poison and healing you.”
“Madam?!” Madam Qiao’s haggard face froze, and she instinctively touched her face, then smiled bitterly, “You’ve found out, huh? Yes, I am Sheng’er’s mother.”
“Master, hurry up!” The Fox Queen quietly poked Qiao San’s stiff back, her lowered eyelids flashing with a hint of mischief.
At the moment when the usually bold Qiao San was at a loss, a force suddenly pushed him forward from his back, and his palms pressed firmly on his mother’s Tanzhong acupoint, the broad edges of his palms directly squeezing her soft, firm breasts.
“Mother, I… it’s not me, I didn’t mean to!”
Qiao San almost jumped to the roof. Just this ordinary contact, and it was for healing, yet the usually unrestrained man was sweating profusely and babbling incoherently.
The Book Spirit’s full, jade-like face also reddened. She was about to say something when a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the slight blush turned into a terrifying ashen color.
Qiao San’s figure swept back to the bedside like a gust of wind. Without hesitation, he mobilized all his magical power, and his palms rapidly tapped on the Book Spirit’s acupoints throughout her body. With each tap, a pure force remained in the Book Spirit’s body.
“Master, you don’t need to do this, be careful of damaging your soul!”
“Husband, just use half your power!”
The women were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, but they couldn’t stop the rogue from burning his life force.
“Bang!”
Finally, the last palm heavily struck Madam Qiao’s lower dantian, and Qiao San thudded to the ground, fainting; he didn’t want to, but he ended up lying on top of his mother.
The Fox Queen’s tight lips returned to their usual charm. Her power, experience, and age were the greatest among the women, so she naturally became the commander on the scene.
“Don’t move the master, be careful of qi deviation. Just let him lie like this, and he will naturally recover and wake up.”
At this point, the Fox Queen’s tone was addressing the women, but her gaze was fixed on Qingniang, “Let’s all go out, just guard outside the room. The master and the Book Spirit must not be disturbed!”
The answer was actually simple, and without much thought, Qiao San understood that the Ghost Sutra was behind all of this. Yet, his mind was now filled with more questions—questions he dared not delve into.
If the book spirit was indeed his mother, why had she helped him several times before? Hmm, perhaps she hadn’t yet regained her memories back then. But when exactly had she recovered them?
Think? No, he couldn’t think anymore. Don’t think at all!
“Thud!” The fragile Qiao San’s head throbbed with pain, unable to face the truth. His vision darkened, and he fainted again.
Dazed and groggy, Qiao San sat up, leaning against the bed but too afraid to look directly at the peaceful sleeping face on it. The book spirit was his mother! Goodness, was there a bigger joke than this?!
Waaah… What should he do now? How could he face her ever again?!
The sun rose, reached its zenith, sank into the horizon, and night spread its darkness. The shadow of the rogue clung tightly to the spot, trapped in memories, unable to weep, unable to move forward.
“Creak!” The door was gently pushed open. A graceful figure wrapped in a plain-colored cloak entered leisurely. Naturally, no one could understand Qiao San’s feelings better than Qing Niang.
“Third Brother, it’s already midnight. You should return to your room and rest. Let me take care of the book spirit… I mean Mother.”
Though her words were a bit hesitant, the gentle beauty still corrected herself. She draped a long robe over Qiao San’s shoulders and, with her unique tenderness, soothed the young man’s troubled heart.
“Big Sister-in-law, what should I do?”
Instinctively, Qiao San wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face deeply into her soft, flat abdomen.
“Third Brother, no!”
Compared to their usual passionate moments, this hug was nothing out of the ordinary. But Qing Niang, like a startled deer, took a step back in alarm. The rogue’s hands, seemingly of their own accord, loosened their embrace.
A heavy sigh escaped from their hearts and spilled from their throats. Uncle and niece turned their gazes simultaneously toward the unconscious woman lying on the bed—Madam Qiao.
Time seemed to halt its steps. Ambiguity and embarrassment heavily surrounded the Qiao household, and laughter vanished.
For three consecutive days, an unusual silence continued until Qing Niang, who had been taking care of Madam Qiao, rushed into the hall in a panic, finally stirring the stagnant waters.
“Third Brother, it’s bad! Hurry… go see Mother quickly!”
The crowd surged like a tide, rushing rapidly into the small pavilion. The Fox Queen merely glanced from the doorway before her face changed drastically: “Oh no! It turns out the book spirit… the Madam has also been poisoned by the Flame Demon’s fire toxin! Master, quickly remove the poison and heal her, or else she will soon perish and her soul will scatter!”
Concerned for his mother’s safety, Qiao San’s hands moved faster than his thoughts. Magical energy surged from his palms as he rushed to his mother’s bedside.
Perhaps it was a fleeting moment of clarity before death, but the book spirit suddenly awoke just then. Her eyes fluttered open, catching sight of Qiao San’s hands reaching toward her chest. Her pale face flushed slightly as she softly scolded him with a grievance in her voice: “Ah… Qiao Sheng, what are you doing?!”
“I…” At this moment, Qiao San was like a clumsy child, lips trembling, body frozen, unable to explain a word.
“Madam, her seven meridians and eight vessels are all filled with fire toxin. Master is trying to heal you.”
“Madam?!” Madam Qiao’s weary face showed confusion. Instinctively, she touched her face, then sighed helplessly: “So you’ve found out. Yes, that’s right. I am Sheng’er’s mother.”
“Master, hurry up and act!” The Fox Queen quietly poked Qiao San’s stiff back, her lowered eyelids flashing a hint of mischief.
The usually bold and reckless Qiao San stood there, at a complete loss, when suddenly a force from behind pushed him forward. His hands landed squarely on his mother’s chest, the broad palms directly pressing against her soft, full curves.
“Mother, I… it’s not me! I didn’t mean to!”
Qiao San nearly jumped onto the roof in panic. Such a simple touch, even if it was for healing purposes, left the wild and unrestrained man drenched in sweat and babbling incoherently.
The book spirit’s full, delicate face also flushed red. Just as she was about to say something, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. The previous faint blush instantly turned into a terrifying pale gray.
Qiao San rushed back to the bedside like a gust of wind, disregarding everything else as he poured his magical energy into action. His palms swiftly struck the book spirit’s acupoints, each strike leaving a stream of pure energy within her body.
“Master, you don’t need to go this far! Be careful not to damage your soul!”
“Wife, only fifty percent of your strength is needed!”
The women were frantic like ants on a hot pan, but they couldn’t stop the rogue from burning his own life force.
“Bang!”
Finally, the last palm struck heavily on Madam Qiao’s lower abdomen, and Qiao San collapsed onto the bed with a “thud.” He really didn’t want to, but he still ended up lying on top of his mother.
The corners of the Fox Queen’s lips relaxed back into her usual charm. Her magical power, experience, and age surpassed all the other women, naturally making her the commander of the scene.
“Don’t move the Master, or he might suffer from magical backlash. Just let him lie like this; he’ll recover his energy and awaken on his own.”
As she spoke, the Fox Queen addressed all the women, but her gaze remained fixed on Qing Niang. “Let’s all go outside. We just need to guard from outside the room. The Master and the book spirit must not be disturbed!”
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