In just the space of a breath, the young woman had "drifted..." to Ye Jingyu's side, while the flat-bottomed boat behind her settled in the river, completely unmoved despite the fierce current...
Such a bizarre sight was astonishing, but Ye Jingyu was completely unconscious now and incapable of surprise...
"Sigh, I thought there might be something interesting, turns out it’s just someone about to die..." Observing the bloody hole in Ye Jingyu's chest and feeling his rapidly fading life essence, the young woman sighed softly...
"Big sister, this person is so handsome, please save him..." Just as the young woman finished speaking and turned to leave, a crisp voice suddenly rang out, melodious and filled with childlike innocence...
"There are plenty of handsome people; why should I save him..." the young woman replied coolly, her gaze drifting towards the nearby Ni Bo...
"Eh? This is a descendant of the Qilin and the Bo, how did it end up here? Is it this fellow's mount?"
"Big sister, stop changing the subject, please save him..." The crisp voice persisted in the air...
"No, I don't have the energy to save a stranger," the young woman firmly stressed the word 'person,' her purple eyes constantly shifting as she stepped beside the Ni Bo, gazing at the pitch-black creature, pondering something unknown...
"Hmph, if you won't save him, I'll do it myself..." The crisp voice let out a cold snort, and then the purple scimitar flared with a purple gleam, from within which stepped a small girl, no older than eleven or twelve...
Yes, it was as if the scimitar were a room, and the little girl had simply walked out from it...
Though her figure was somewhat blurred, like a shadow, her outline was clear: shoulder-length purple hair, a round face, standing barely five feet tall, with equally large, purple eyes—a doll-like appearance that was strikingly cute...
"Xiao Shixuan, hurry back into the Purple Moon Blade. You've already expended much of your soul power; you can't keep fooling around like this..." Seeing the little girl emerge directly from the Purple Moon Blade, the young woman's expression changed drastically...
"I don't care, I'm saving him..." The little girl ignored her, gliding to Ye Jingyu's side, her brow furrowing slightly as she looked at his still-bleeding chest...
"Alright, alright, I promise to save him, won't that do? Hurry back now. Wait until I find you the Ten Thousand Year Snow Lotus to reconstruct your physical body, and then you can come out again, okay?" Seeing the little girl insist on saving the near-dead Ye Jingyu, the young woman could only nod in agreement...
"Hee hee, I knew my big sister was the best..." Hearing her sister's promise, the little girl giggled and walked back toward the purple scimitar, her form shrinking until she finally passed back into the blade...
"Oh, you little imp..." the young woman murmured with a sigh...
Arriving before Ye Jingyu once more, without uttering any incantation, a purple light shone from her hand and plunged directly into Ye Jingyu's wound. The injury began to heal immediately, closing completely in just a few breaths, leaving no scar behind—a technique at least twice as masterful as Zhuge Siyu’s healing arts...
"Sister, his body is still very weak. Give him that Thousand Year Origin Pearl," the little girl’s voice sounded again from within the scimitar...
"Absolutely not..." the young woman cut her off instantly...
The Thousand Year Origin Pearl was a heaven and earth spirit pill produced only by clams over a thousand years old, capable of boosting an ordinary person's power by at least sixty Jiazi—six hundred years of cultivation, provided one could absorb it. It also improved one's physical constitution, but failure to digest it meant instant corporeal explosion...
The young woman refused not only out of reluctance but also concern that Ye Jingyu's body couldn't handle the pearl's potency, as, in her view, he was merely an ordinary "person"...
However, the little girl inside the scimitar, hearing her sister refuse, mistakenly believed she was simply being miserly. She let out a cold snort, and a white bead flew out of the scimitar, plunging directly into Ye Jingyu’s mouth before the young woman could react...
"Shixuan, what are you doing? Why did you give him your Origin Pearl? That's a Pearl over two thousand years old!" Seeing the little girl’s action, the young woman was thoroughly terrified...
"Why are you being so stingy? If you won't give him yours, I'll give him mine," came the matter-of-fact voice from the scimitar...
"You... you... you aren't saving him, you're harming him!" The young woman was so enraged her face changed color...
"Ah?"
"A two-thousand-year Origin Pearl is enough to grant an ordinary person twelve hundred years of power growth and immensely improve their physique. But how could a normal person withstand such a sudden surge of power? You're killing him!" the young woman berated, though it was unclear if she was truly worried about Ye Jingyu’s life or distraught over the loss of the two-thousand-year pearl...
"Then what should we do, sister? Hurry and think of a solution!" Upon hearing how serious the matter was, a plea arose from within the scimitar...
"What to do? We'll leave it to fate," the young woman huffed coldly, acting dismissive. She even retreated several dozen steps, watching Ye Jingyu solely to see if the violent energy would instantly rush through him and cause his body to explode...
At that moment, the Origin Pearl melted the instant it entered Ye Jingyu's mouth. An energy of absolute purity surged into his body, rushing toward his major meridians before he could even react...
This was power equivalent to twelve hundred years of cultivation for an ordinary martial artist. Any martialist, even a Martial Saint or a Martial God, would not dare to consume such a force all at once; it was tantamount to suicide. Only the immature little girl would have fed it whole to Ye Jingyu...
The violent energy battered Ye Jingyu's major meridians, forcing them to expand continuously. For an average person, their meridians would have shattered long ago. Only Ye Jingyu, whose meridians were far stronger than others', avoided immediate bursting...
Yet, even so, the rampant energy expanded his meridians tenfold. Despite their extraordinary toughness, they were now on the verge of rupture...