As the buzzing inside the crack gradually subsided, Ye Fan's knuckles were still pressed against the Dazhui acupoint at the back of Su Qingxue's neck. Her body temperature was abnormally low, and a thin layer of sweat clung to her eyelashes. The dark blood oozing from the crack in her short flute was trickling down the web of his hand—just moments ago, during the sealing process, the flute had blocked half the backlash for her.
"Xue Jie's poisoned meridians have been thrown into chaos." Chu Hongzhuo squatted nearby, dipping a fingertip into a drop of black blood and bringing it to her nose, a Silver Gu darting anxiously around her hair. "This backlash carries strange forces from the crack, and ordinary antidotes won't suppress it." Flipping her wrist, she tossed out a small jade vial. "My newly refined Myriad Gu Pill can buy us half an hour."
Ye Fan pried open Su Qingxue's lips. The moment the pill rolled in, her eyelashes fluttered violently twice. His Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his head and channeled a wisp of warm inner qi into her. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Lin Zhaoyue using a handkerchief to wipe the greenish-black slime from her broken sword. The blade, originally frost-white, was now tinged with an eerie purple, as if corroded by something.
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