Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Have I Ever Lied to You?

Ming held Shen’s hand and followed Mo Zhu’er into the mountain cave.

Shen looked at Ming with concern.

Ming shook his head and patted Shen’s little head: “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“Still fine? You’re almost dead,” Mo Zhu’er teased, giving Ming a sideways glance.

Ming: “…”

“Come, sit down,” Mo Zhu’er smoothed her skirt, knelt on the ground, sat on her thighs, straightened her body, and patted the floor in front of her.

Ming looked at Mo Zhu’er with confusion.

Mo Zhu’er said impatiently, “Stop looking at me like that. If you die now, it won’t do me any good. Besides, don’t you doubt my ability to regulate the spiritual energy and true qi in your body? Let me show you a little.”

Ming still didn’t move forward.

Mo Zhu’er rolled her eyes at Ming: “If you don’t trust me, then just keep dragging it out. But let me tell you, it’s not me who wants to kill you, it’s the entire Black Lotus Sect. You might already be on the Black God Sect’s list. Do you really have the confidence to face the assassins from those cultivators? And I’m not helping you for nothing this time. I have a condition.”

“Speak,” Ming looked at Mo Zhu’er, feeling that this made more sense.

If Mo Zhu’er helped him without any conditions, he would feel uneasy no matter what. The woman in front of him would never make a losing deal.

“If nothing goes wrong, the other Holy Maidens and Holy Sons of the Black Lotus Sect probably already know that I’m in your hands. They’re probably thinking of ways to kill me now. I can help you recover, but you must protect me.”

Ming smiled: “What if I don’t protect you?”

Mo Zhu’er curled her lips, her eyes curved, looking calm: “If that’s the case, I have no choice but to trust your verbal promise. Do I have any other options? Besides, if I die, I guarantee that no one else in this world can help you solve the problem of the spiritual energy and true qi in your body.”

Ming narrowed his eyes: “Are you that confident? Do you think you’re the only one in this world who can help me?”

Mo Zhu’er leaned forward, her hands on the ground, her knees on the stone, her buttocks raised, revealing a hint of snow-white cleavage: “I believe that in this world, only I can help you. No one else!”

Ming: “…”

After a moment of thought, Ming stopped talking and sat down in front of Mo Zhu’er.

“Your condition, I accept it. Let’s go,” Ming was not the type to dwell on things.

“You’re not too stupid,” Mo Zhu’er curled her lips and sat back down. “Next, I will use my spiritual energy to enter your body. Don’t worry, spiritual energy is the purest thing in the world. I don’t have the means to poison you through it.”

“Try it,” Ming closed his eyes.

Mo Zhu’er muttered a few words about Ming being “unromantic,” then placed her delicate hand on Ming’s back.

Ming clearly felt Mo Zhu’er’s spiritual energy entering his meridians and channels.

The turbulent martial true qi and spiritual energy miraculously calmed down under Mo Zhu’er’s regulation.

Ming gradually realized that it wasn’t that Mo Zhu’er’s regulation was particularly powerful, but that her spiritual energy was very special.

Her spiritual energy was like a medicinal spring, calming everything it touched.

No wonder Mo Zhu’er was so confident that only she could solve the problem of his spiritual energy and true qi. It must be due to her special constitution.

“Pfft!”

After a while, Ming spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood.

Shen was so frightened that she shivered, thinking that this witch had harmed her brother, and opened her mouth to bite Mo Zhu’er.

“I’m fine,” Ming made a stopping gesture with his hand and slowly opened his eyes, feeling much better.

Ming circulated the spiritual energy and true qi in his body again, feeling very smooth.

Although the spiritual energy and true qi in his body were not completely regulated, they were mostly settled.

“Phew, done.”

Mo Zhu’er wiped her forehead.

Just half an hour of regulating Ming’s energy had already made Mo Zhu’er sweat profusely. Her skirt clung to her figure, her hair stuck to her forehead, and the rosy hue on her cheeks was even more alluring.

“How do you feel? Have I ever lied to you?” Mo Zhu’er smiled.

“You really didn’t lie to me,” Ming believed that she truly had the ability to regulate the conflict between the spiritual energy and martial true qi in his body.

“I’m only helping you temporarily,” Mo Zhu’er looked directly into Ming’s eyes. “If you want to know the root solution, give me the antidote first.”

To the north of Yanzhi City, there was a mountain range.

At the foot of the highest peak in the middle of the mountain range, there was a stone tablet.

On the tablet was a line of text: “Unite the joys of the world, practice the pleasures of the world.”

Looking at the line on the tablet, a man stroked his chin and said to the servant beside him: “This should be the place.”

“Yes, young master,” the old servant nodded.

“Let’s go up.”

The man opened a paper fan, fanning himself, looking quite dashing.

Entering the mountain gate, the path on both sides was very quiet, with no one around.

After walking up about a hundred meters, a pair of gatekeepers were engaged in intimate activities at the entrance.

In broad daylight, the man lifted the woman’s skirt, and the woman leaned against a tree, her moans extremely seductive.

This scene made the man’s servant swallow hard, feeling a burning sensation in his stomach.

“May I ask, brother, could you inform your sect leader?” The man acted as if he saw nothing and bowed to the couple.

The male disciple of the Joy Sect glanced at the fan-wielding scholar: “Who are you? Our sect leader is not someone you can just meet.”

“I am the Holy Son of the Western Region’s Black Lotus Sect, named Wuming,” Wuming revealed his identity.

Hearing that this man named Wuming was the Holy Son of the Black Demon Sect, the male disciple of the Joy Sect immediately stopped his actions, causing the woman beneath him to pout.

The Joy Sect disciple quickly pulled up his pants and scrutinized the Holy Son of the Black Lotus Sect.

“Please follow me.”

The Joy Sect disciple bowed solemnly.

Whether the other party was truly the Holy Son of the Black Lotus Sect, he didn’t know.

But if he was real, and he didn’t let him up, he would be the one to die.