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In the next second, the soul power inside her body began to circulate spontaneously. Those "nodes" cleared by Mo Bai acted like small whirlpools, sucking in the invading toxin, crushing it, and decomposing it.
Dugu Yan felt it.
She snapped her head up, her dark green eyes full of shock. "You... you can neutralize the Jade Phosphor Serpent poison?"
"I can't," Zhu Zhuqing said. "It's just... my soul power circulation method is somewhat special."
This was the truth. She didn't know why she could neutralize it either—was it the "teaching" of Mo Bai that changed her constitution, or did the "nodes" themselves have a function to filter toxins?
Dugu Yan wanted to say something more, but another mouthful of blood surged up. This time it was black, carrying a pungent metallic stench.
"Where is your residence?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.
"East District... senior dormitory..." Dugu Yan's voice had grown weak. "Third floor... the very end..."
Zhu Zhuqing hoisted her onto her back. Light, truly very light. She strode quickly across the training grounds, ignoring the surprised looks around her, and headed straight for the East District.
Zhu Zhuqing rushed up to the third floor in one breath and found the door at the very end—the nameplate read "Dugu Yan."
The door was unlocked. She pushed it open and laid Dugu Yan on the bed.
The room was large but very empty. Aside from a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe, there was almost no furniture. The air smelled of medicine, mixed with a faint sweet-metallic scent.
Dugu Yan curled up on the bed, her body beginning to twitch. Dark green lines spread from the side of her neck, crawling over half her face like living creatures. She bit her lip, blood seeping from between her teeth.
Zhu Zhuqing stood by the bed, at a loss.
She could neutralize a little bit of toxin, but looking at this situation, the poison in Dugu Yan's body had completely erupted. This was not something she could handle.
Unless...
She thought of Mo Bai.
That man, those eyes that could see through everything, those hands that could "knead" out a new body.
Zhu Zhuqing turned and rushed out of the room.
In the small building, Mo Bai was reading a book.
Xiao Wu was awake, curled up on the sofa eating fruit, wearing only one of Mo Bai's shirts that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Seeing Zhu Zhuqing rush in, she blinked. Her fluffy rabbit ears perked up, and her perky breasts shifted under the loose shirt as she moved.
"Teacher." Zhu Zhuqing gasped. "Dugu Yan... her poison erupted."
Mo Bai's hand turning the page paused.
"Where is she?"
"Senior dormitory, third floor."
Mo Bai closed the book and stood up. "Xiao Wu, stay here."
"I want to go too—" Xiao Wu jumped up.
"Stay here." Mo Bai's tone brooked no argument.
Xiao Wu pouted but sat back down.
Mo Bai followed Zhu Zhuqing out the door. He said nothing on the way, his steps very fast. Zhu Zhuqing almost had to jog to keep up.
Third floor, the room at the very end.
The door was still open. Mo Bai walked in, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on the bed.
Dugu Yan had already lost consciousness. Her body was curled in a ball, the dark green lines beneath her skin spreading like a spiderweb, her breathing so faint it was nearly inaudible. Her deep green hair fanned out on the pillow, her pale translucent skin now marred by spreading venomous lines, yet her curvaceous body with its full breasts still retained a dangerous beauty even in this weakened state.
Mo Bai walked to the bedside and reached out to check her carotid pulse.
"Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor poison," he said quietly. "An innate defect, the toxin is eroding her organs. She won't live past thirty."
Zhu Zhuqing's heart tightened. "Can she be saved?"
Mo Bai didn't answer. He lifted Dugu Yan's clothes—beneath her shirt, her chest was covered in lines, especially dense over the position of her heart. Her full breasts rose and fell weakly, the pale skin glistening with poisonous sweat, her pink nipples faintly visible and hardened from the feverish poison.
"Go close the door," he said.
Zhu Zhuqing closed the door and locked it.
Mo Bai propped Dugu Yan up, letting her lean against his chest. Then, he bit his own index finger.
Beads of blood seeped out, not red, but dark gold.
He pressed his finger to the center of Dugu Yan's brow.
The dark gold blood seeped into her skin, and those dark green lines twisted violently as if scalded. Dugu Yan let out a painful moan, her body starting to struggle violently. Her full breasts heaved and jiggled with each convulsion, pressing heavily against Mo Bai's chest.
"Hold her down," Mo Bai said.
Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, pinning Dugu Yan's shoulders. Her strength was great, but Dugu Yan's struggling was even more intense—it wasn't conscious struggling, but the body's instinctive reaction. As Zhu Zhuqing pressed down, her own full breasts brushed against Dugu Yan's arm, sending unexpected sparks through her body.
Mo Bai's other hand pressed against Dugu Yan's chest, over the heart. His palm cupped one of her heavy breasts firmly, fingers sinking into the soft, feverish flesh as the silver light seeped in. Wherever the light passed, the dark green lines began to fade and shrink, but Dugu Yan's body arched sharply, a lewd gasp escaping her lips as her nipple hardened further under his touch.
But soon, more lines surged out from the depths.
"The toxin has already fused with her soul power," Mo Bai frowned. "Forcibly stripping it away will damage the foundation of her spirit."
He withdrew his hand and thought for a few seconds. Then, he looked at Zhu Zhuqing.
"You said earlier that your soul power could neutralize her poison?"
"A little bit..."
"That's enough," Mo Bai said. "Come over, press your hand here."
He was pointing at Dugu Yan's lower abdomen—the position of the dantian.
Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a split second but followed suit. Her palm pressed against her, and through the thin clothing, she could feel the burning of the skin and the writhing of the lines. Her fingers rested just above Dugu Yan's mound, the heat radiating from her core making Zhu Zhuqing's own pussy clench involuntarily.
"Circulate your soul power," Mo Bai said. "Just like usual, follow the path I taught you."
Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes and began to circulate her soul power. Those "nodes" lit up, and soul power flowed through her meridians like water, finally converging at her palm.
Then, she felt it.
The poison in Dugu Yan's body—chaotic, violent energy darting around like countless venomous snakes. When her soul power touched that energy, it automatically began to "strangle" it.
But it was too slow. There was too much toxin and her soul power was too little.
"I will guide you," Mo Bai's voice sounded in her ear.
His hand covered the back of Zhu Zhuqing's hand. A massive yet gentle soul power surged in, not as an impact, but as a shroud—shrouding her soul power and leading it deeper. The intimate contact made Zhu Zhuqing's breath hitch; it felt almost like Mo Bai was entering her again, his power thrusting into her meridians while she was forced to push into Dugu Yan's burning core.
Zhu Zhuqing let out a muffled groan.
That feeling... was too strange.
She felt like she had become Mo Bai's "eyes" and "hands"; through the connection of soul power, she could "see" the situation inside Dugu Yan's body—her organs were all eroded by dark green toxin, her meridians were like corroded pipes, and soul power flowed through them with great difficulty. At the same time, the merging caused phantom sensations of thick, hot intrusion deep in her own belly, making her thighs squeeze together as wetness began to form between her legs.
And Mo Bai's soul power was guiding her soul power, "cleaning" it bit by bit.
It wasn't dispersal; it was "combing."
Like untangling a mess of yarn, stripping the toxin from the soul power and then guiding it to gather in a certain place—deep in Dugu Yan's lower abdomen, a dark green, constantly spinning vortex.
"That is the embryonic form of her poison core," Mo Bai's voice sounded directly in her mind. "The core of the Jade Phosphor Serpent spirit. The toxin should have been stored there, but hers is defective and cannot contain it."
"Then what should we do?"
"Mend it."
Mo Bai's soul power suddenly became sharp. He took Zhu Zhuqing's soul power and, like a needle, pierced toward that vortex.
Dugu Yan's body suddenly arched, a non-human hiss coming from her throat. Her eyes flew open, her pupils turning completely dark green with no whites visible. Her full breasts thrust upward, nipples stiff and rubbing against Mo Bai's arm as her hips bucked involuntarily, a slick trail of poisonous arousal leaking from between her legs.
"Hold her!" Mo Bai shouted.
Zhu Zhuqing used all her strength, almost pressing Dugu Yan into the mattress. Their breasts pressed together heavily, the friction sending unwanted jolts of pleasure through Zhu Zhuqing even as she focused on the soul power flow.
The "needle" pierced into the poison core. In an instant, Zhu Zhuqing "saw" countless images—
A white-haired old man, holding a newborn infant, his face full of sorrow.
A little girl looking in the mirror, watching the snake scales gradually appearing on her face, crying as she tried to scrape them off with a knife.
A young woman in a laboratory, pouring various toxins into her mouth, then curling up on the floor vomiting blood.
Dugu Bo, that legendary Poison Douluo, holding her trembling hand and saying, "Grandpa will definitely find a way."
And more... more pain, more despair, more "why me."
Zhu Zhuqing's hands were shaking.
She thought of herself—thought of those cold faces in the Zhu family, thought of the nights being hunted, thought of that disappearing dagger.
She too was "why me."
Soul power surged out unconsciously, more and faster. Those "nodes" were burning, scorching. She was no longer being guided by Mo Bai, but was actively and frantically pouring her soul power into Dugu Yan's poison core.
Mend it.
Mend that gap.
With my soul power, with my pain, with my "why me."
Mo Bai felt her change. He did not stop her; instead, he withdrew most of his soul power, leaving only a sliver to maintain the connection.
Let Zhu Zhuqing do it.
Let her soul power, carrying her "mark," go mend that poison core.