### Chapter 248: Draining the Siblings Dry
“Where on earth is Brother Yun?!”
Su Xiaoxiao and Su Xinghe pushed through the formation, arriving in a brand-new, unknown territory, which seemed to be a rather cramped cave, dark and damp. The air was heavy with moisture, almost stifling.
Yet, there were no signs of any monster beasts lurking around. Compared to the earlier scene, with its surging wild beasts and life-or-d*ath moments, this place felt like a serene paradise!
But they didn’t relax at all, still anxiously waiting for Yun Zhonghe to show up.
Minutes ticked by, and Yun Zhonghe remained MIA.
They both looked up, their hearts pounding as they stared at the faintly glowing teleportation portal. This ancient formation had needed a quick fix due to time constraints, leaving many potential issues unresolved. If they didn’t hurry, the portal could close at any moment.
Their anxiety spiked, sweat beading on their foreheads.
Standing up, they prepared to rush back to the portal to find any clues about Yun Zhonghe’s whereabouts.
At that moment, a blurry figure finally emerged from the glimmering orb.
“It’s Brother Yun!”
“Wait, how did he get here?”
Yup, Yun Zhonghe wasn’t just strolling in; he fell in headfirst, looking completely disoriented as if he was about to knock himself out.
If he landed straight on, he might have brain damage!
Without hesitation, Su Xiaoxiao shielded him with her soft body, catching Yun Zhonghe just in time and preventing a severe fall.
However, even though he was safe, Yun Zhonghe remained in a deep coma. His eyes were closed, his face pale as paper, lips devoid of color, giving off a gloomy vibe.
“What happened? Is he okay?!”
Su Xinghe rushed over, immediately checking his pulse with expert care. “His pulse is stable. He’s fine.”
Su Xiaoxiao’s worry didn’t lessen. “But… something’s really off.”
Oddly enough, Yun Zhonghe had no visible injuries, yet he wouldn’t wake up. His expression was pained, brows furrowed as if trapped in some terrifying nightmare.
Desperate and clueless, they carefully laid him down.
Su Xinghe then began a thorough examination, convinced that whatever was wrong must be in his spiritual realm.
“Could it be because of the Ghost Face Fruit?”
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly recalled the Ghost Face Fruit they’d picked together. Yun Zhonghe had taken it during the battle to boost his strength, achieving a major breakthrough. She suspected that perhaps the fruit’s side effects were what led to his current comatose state.
Su Xinghe shook her head slightly, frowning. “No, the Ghost Face Fruit only causes a temporary mental stimulation. Once you break through a level, it’s supposed to end naturally, normally leaving no aftereffects.”
She looked back at Yun Zhonghe’s troubled face, memories of him risking it all to save her flooding her heart.
This guy saved me…
You can’t give up; you’re the one who’ll make my dad proud someday!
Su Xinghe whispered silently, her eyes welling up with emotion.
Su Xiaoxiao noticed Su Xinghe’s vulnerability.
“At this moment, Sister, do you remember if our family has any secret techniques to heal mental trauma?”
Mental healing, aside from rare elixirs, required a spirit master adept in such treatments.
“Family secret techniques?”
Both were from the Su family in Suzhou, raised with their family’s teachings. They knew a few ancestral secrets.
However, much became forgotten over time, especially after the family’s misfortune. Yet, with no one else, they had to try.
“Let me think…”
Su Xiaoxiao rummaged through ancient memories, hoping to find a clue.
“The Su family secret… Father once mentioned a technique to restore all wounds, even revive the dead. Though I’m hazy about its details, if it can reverse d*ath, surely it could fix mental trauma.”
Might as well try. No harm in trying.
She took a deep breath, her fingers brushing Yun Zhonghe’s icy forehead, the cold sending a jolt through her. Yet, she shut her eyes, focusing on activating the nearly-forgotten secret.
Though both Su Xinghe and Su Xiaoxiao had dual fire-wood spirit roots, Su Xinghe’s wood element was minimal. It made her struggle with family techniques.
In contrast, Su Xiaoxiao had pure wood spirit roots, with her body channeling more ancestral power.
Her pure wood roots started emitting faint green light. Lines of green energy moved through her meridians, her skin covered in fine, green patterns, signs of internal energy flowing, symbolizing her vitality surging.
This process demanded immense effort, draining her. As time passed, beads of sweat dotted her forehead, her face turning pale from exertion.
“This isn’t working… My cultivation is too low.”
Determined, she squeezed every last ounce of her potential, but it felt inadequate.
Su Xinghe gripped Su Xiaoxiao’s hand tightly.
“Sister, let me help. Together, we’ll try the secret technique.”
Despite her weak wood element, they poured everything they had into aiding Yun Zhonghe.
Their hands interlocked, weaving an intricate web of life, their meridians syncing seamlessly. As they connected, a new energy surged.
Su Xiaoxiao’s green lines spread to Su Xinghe, nourishing them both, intertwining lights painting a beautiful picture.
Su Xiaoxiao’s glow intensified, her pure wood energy unleashed. Su Xinghe’s fainter, yet steady, pouring heart into the effort.
Collectively, their green light converged, like rivers merging, focusing toward Yun Zhonghe.
Their energy condensed into the purest nectar. The force pulled them, instinctively leaning over Yun Zhonghe, gently prying open his jaw, ready to feed him the nectar.
Su Xiaoxiao: “Brother Yun…”
Su Xinghe: “Brother Yun…”
An ambiguous intimacy filled them, a first for sisters.
“I don’t know what’s going on… This doesn’t feel right.”
Their rosy tongues formed a drop like emerald dew, a sign of hope, sliding into Yun Zhonghe’s mouth.
As the nectar contacted his throat, Yun Zhonghe’s pained expression eased somewhat.
Seeming insufficient, he extended his tongue, instinctively reaching for more.
Su Xiaoxiao: “Ugh!!!”
Su Xinghe: “Ahhh!!”
Both girls moaned softly, coyly.
His hands instinctively grabbed their waists.
Flushed cheeks reflected their mutual understanding; they fed him every last nectar.
The nectar flowed; left empty, right filled; right dry, left sipped again.
A melting sensation overcame the sisters.
Their thighs tightened around him, a feeling of imminent exhaustion.
“Feeling… drained.”
