Time … was truly an unimaginable monster. It could cause the strongest man under the stars to die, and it could also cause the most precious pills to become useless. Zhou Du Fu may not have understood medicine, but the pills he collected, no matter the environment or the tools he used, were all very particular. But even so, there was still no way to preserve the efficacy of the pills after hundreds of years.
Xu You Rong received confirmation from his silence. She thought about it and then said, "If that's the case, then I'll sleep a little longer."
At this time, she was no longer coughing and very peacefully fell asleep.
If she was about to enter eternal sleep, she probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep before then. Chen Chang Sheng looked at the sleeping girl and felt endless admiration and respect. How strong of willpower and mental strength did she have to be to be able to sleep peacefully in such a situation?
That Flowing Fire Pill lost its effect, how could he save her?
He hesitated for a while and decided to use the method that made him hesitate for more than ten days in the grasslands – pushing blood with golden needles.
Pushing blood with golden needles was a method that stimulated vitality and the strength of blood vessels. It was extremely harmful to people. Before his teacher Taoist Ji successfully modified it, this acupuncture method was basically classified as evil by the Orthodoxy and forbidden to be used. Even now, this acupuncture method couldn't completely avoid serious side effects, so it was usually only used when patients were near death.
From a certain perspective, pushing blood with golden needles was like the last mouthful of old ginseng soup.
Since he made his decision, he didn't hesitate anymore. He sat behind Xu You Rong and untied the golden thread that was wrapped around the ring finger of his left hand. His divine sense moved slightly and the golden thread was as straight as a needle. It pierced into the back of her neck like lightning.
Pushing blood with golden needles was very difficult. The most difficult part was to insert the needle into the patient's meridian. She was currently in deep sleep, so it was perfect.
Xu You Rong frowned slightly and woke up from some pain.
"Don't move, I'm treating you."
Chen Chang Sheng knew that she wasn't old, but she was calm in the face of danger. As long as he explained it clearly, she would cooperate. As expected, Xu You Rong quickly calmed down. His cold True Essence slowly entered her body through the golden needles. Like a tide, it moved through her meridians and blood vessels, dispersing the poison that had accumulated in her diaphragm. At the same time, it also dispelled the suspicion that she previously had.
Bean-sized beads of sweat continuously appeared on Chen Chang Sheng's forehead. They were then frozen into ice beads and rolled to the ground, making a crisp sound. As time passed, the ground around the two of them was covered with frozen beads of sweat, looking like a sea of pearls. Some of the ice beads rolled down the stone steps and went very far away, only stopping when they came into contact with the huge Black Nightmare Sarcophagus.
After a long time, the golden needles retracted from the back of Xu You Rong's neck and wrapped around Chen Chang Sheng's fingers again.
After a long time, the golden needles came back from the back of Xu You.
He lowered his head and looked at the ice beads on the ground. He was a little sad, but he was even more unwilling. Pushing the blood with the golden needle was the last method he could think of. It was very dangerous and violent, but even so, it did not have any effect.
This kind of acupuncture technique could stimulate a human's vitality and bloodline. Even an old man on the verge of death could regain some of his spirit and even snatch a glimmer of life from the netherworld. However, this method had no effect on Xu You Rong. Her blood vessels had already dried up. Her vitality had long since been exhausted from the continuous battles and journeys.
Without wood, no matter how high the temperature of the flame was, how could it be ignited?
"I'm sorry."
The one who said this was not Chen Chang Sheng, but Xu You Rong. She looked at him and smiled. "Although I don't understand medicine, I know that the method you used just now was very impressive. It's a pity that my patient is too disappointing."
This was the truth. Her Sacred Light technique had saved many people in the Garden of Zhou, but it was a completely different matter from medicine.
Chen Chang Sheng raised his head and looked at her slightly swollen but still elegant face. His mood was very gloomy.
"Your essence blood has already been exhausted. Other than replenishing blood, there is no other method. However, we tried a few days ago. Your blood vessels are rather special. The blood of monsters is meaningless to you. I even believe that other than your own blood, no other blood is meaningful to you. Then, even if we can leave the Garden of Zhou, we might not be able to cure you."
He explained the current situation very honestly to her. Explaining why she had died to the girl who was about to die had nothing to do with his respect for her powerful willpower. Instead, it was because he had a powerful and even stubborn attitude towards death. People did not know how they came to this world, so when they left this world, they should be clear-headed. Only then would it not be a wasted trip to this world.
He did not explain his thoughts to Xu You Rong. However, Xu You Rong was not sad, nor did she vent her anger on him. As if she understood what he meant, she smiled and said, "But if we can leave the Garden of Zhou, at least you can survive."
After coming to the mausoleum, Xu You Rong often smiled, but her smile was actually very weak. Chen Chang Sheng could not even bear to look at it.
"I haven't found a way to leave the Garden of Zhou. I don't know if this will make you happier." He looked at her and said with a smile. He knew that she could not be happy because of this, but he hoped that she would be happy because of his unfunny joke.
Xu You Rong did not become happy. Instead, the smile on her face gradually faded. She looked at him and said calmly, "Looks like, I will die."
Because of this sentence, this sentence that was not the first time he had heard it, Chen Chang Sheng suddenly felt as if his chest had been fiercely smashed by a rock. He felt extremely sad.
He remembered that night, she had said that she was only fifteen, the same age as him. To be in the prime of one's youth, yet one's life had come to an end. This was truly the saddest thing in the world. It was a sorrow that he had experienced countless nights in advance.
He had prepared for death for a very long time. There was no one who had prepared more than him. However, now that she was about to die in front of him, he still could not do anything.
"I don't want to die." Xu You Rong looked at him and said very seriously.
When she said these words, she was not sad. Her expression was still calm, because she was not begging for his pity. She was only telling him her final thoughts.
"You won't die." Chen Chang Sheng said.
Xu You Rong said, "You know that I can't accept such unconvincing consolation."
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly thought of something and became somewhat absent-minded. With a slightly trembling voice, he said, "You … won't die."
Xu You Rong's expression changed slightly. She did not understand why his mood had suddenly changed.
"You won't die."
Chen Chang Sheng repeated for the third time. However, this time, his voice was abnormally calm and certain. His clear eyes were incomparably bright.
Xu You Rong thought that he was a little crazy. She said, "You don't need to bear any responsibility for my death."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "But I don't want you to die."
Xu You Rong used a tired voice to tease him, "Could it be that you're a god? If you don't want someone to die, they won't die?"
"Yes." Chen Chang Sheng's clear voice reverberated in the spacious mausoleum. It was that certain.
Xu You Rong stared at him blankly.
He began to laugh.
He did not know why fate had brought him into the Garden of Zhou, and then to this mausoleum. Was it because of that sword intent, or was it something else? However, he now knew one thing: perhaps he could change this girl's fate.
In other words, he was her fate, or at least a part of it.
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