Chapter 393
Li Mo shivered, unsure whether it was from the cold or from fear.
Just yesterday, he had claimed he was merely a bit overheated—wasn’t that far from the truth?
So why had he suddenly turned from yang to yin today?
“I was just messing with you, haha! Did I scare you?”
“So I’m not really turning from yang to yin?”
“Can’t tell, since I don’t know how to treat illnesses at all.”
“...What a joke!”
Li Mo felt a wave of frustration wash over him.
No wonder Qin Yuzhi had been sleeping in the Yunmeng Underground Palace for so long without anyone trying to wake her up. It was hard to say the disciples weren’t being deliberately careless.
If the two of them had any reliability at all, they wouldn’t be so utterly unreliable!
Staying in Qiushui Pavilion felt like going to the hospital for a cold in his past life.
There was nothing urgent, but it seemed he had to create some trouble for Qin Yuzhi and Shang Wu.
He took a deep breath, forcing his stiff body to move, preparing to head to Dan Ding Peak to find Xue Lao for a check-up, even though he felt it wasn’t too serious and nothing major would happen for now.
What worried him was the cumulative effect—what if something really went wrong?
Just then, a series of light footsteps echoed from the stairs of the pavilion.
Li Mo paused, turning to see Han Xianzi’s ethereal and otherworldly face.
Ying Bing immediately focused on Li Mo, noticing something was off with him. Her usual celestial demeanor suddenly shifted to one of concern, her delicate brows knitting together.
“Li Mo, come sit down properly.”
Chapter 434: The Cause of Illness Found—It Seems Not Entirely Gone...
“Bing Tuozi...”
Li Mo felt a sudden sting in his nose.
At least there was someone reliable in Qiushui Pavilion.
He lifted his foot, initially intending to jog over, but after a moment’s thought, he trudged slowly instead, heavily sitting down at the table, feeling as if he had just laid down a thousand-pound burden.
“Hmm? This kid was just running around like a deer, what’s going on now?”
“Has his condition worsened?”
Shang Wu and Qin Yuzhi exchanged awkward glances.
They had thought Li Mo was fine; had they known, they wouldn’t have teased him.
“Let’s check his temperature first.”
Ying Bing unscrewed a large-headed doll, pulling out a bronze object with tiny holes, resembling a feather shaft without feathers.
This was a trinket she had collected while slaying demons in the southern frontier.
As soon as Li Mo held it, it began to freeze, transforming into a feather of ice.
This indicated his body temperature was quite low.
“Hold it in your mouth.” Ying Bing instructed, gesturing for him to open up.
Li Mo complied, and the feather instantly turned red, the bronze flaring with fire.
This indicated his temperature was quite high.
“Isn’t that a case of ice and fire coexisting?”
Shang Wu blinked in surprise.
“Eat what you need to replenish...”
Qin Yuzhi slapped her forehead: “So you really snuck off to eat some Xue Ling Shen yesterday!”
“...”
Li Mo ignored them, stealing a glance at Ying Bing’s expression.
“How do you feel right now?” Ying Bing asked, her gaze softening.
“I... I’m okay.”
With a physique comparable to a disaster beast, Li Mo forced a ‘weak’ smile: “Maybe I just hit a snag in my training; I know my body well.”
“Wuwu, my precious disciple, you mustn’t be in trouble!” Shang Wu exclaimed anxiously.
Qin Yuzhi raised a finger, finally saying something sensible:
“His current condition indicates that there’s a lot of internal heat, but he’s also been exposed to frost outside. Treating illnesses requires addressing the root cause first, so we need to tackle the yang energy issue?”
“What should we do then...”
She blinked, looking at Ying Bing.
Li Mo’s eyes widened slightly. What was up with Qin Yuzhi? How had she suddenly become so insightful... or rather, so perceptive?
This was simply insane.
The Best Actor of the First Golden Statue Awards certainly wouldn’t fall behind.
Li Mo shook his head, sighing: “Maybe if I just take a nap, I’ll be fine.”
“?”
Ying Bing’s expression remained impassive as she gathered her internal energy at her fingertips, intending to flow it into his acupoints to assess the situation.
But before her delicate hand could touch him, it was caught in Li Mo’s palm.
He seemed quite fatigued, his gaze dimming slightly:
“What if... I mean, what if something really is wrong? Please take good care of Chui Bao for me. I promised it I’d find a beautiful friend...”
“Precious disciple, just take a shot of strong liquor; I’ll be fine after a little exposure.”
Shang Wu quickly poured him another glass.
Giving a sick person strong liquor? And ‘exposing’ him? Well, considering it was from his master, this approach seemed reasonable...
“Cough cough!”
To everyone’s surprise, as soon as Li Mo took a sip, he began to cough.
The liquor sprayed onto the ground, where it first froze, then... ignited!
What kind of flammable ice was this?!
To be fair, the Best Actor of the Golden Statue Awards had indeed underperformed this time, appearing a bit exaggerated and somewhat guilty.
He was even less convincing than some kids pretending to be sick to avoid school.
But there’s a saying: “Concern leads to confusion.”
“Just let Xiao Yue play with it...”
Ying Bing suspected that Li Mo was likely faking it, after all, he had a history of tricking her in the southern frontier, feeding her for three days.
But seeing his droopy demeanor, her serene gaze couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
What if it was real?
After all, he was constantly forging in the fire veins, wearing that pure yang robe (because it couldn’t be burned).
If he had no protective measures in the inner realm, it must be quite uncomfortable...
“What’s going on here?”
Xue Jing entered the courtyard with a medicine box, looking at Qiushui Pavilion, which resembled a critical care unit, with a puzzled expression.
Old Xue turned to Elder Han He and Elder Zeng, asking:
“What’s happening here?”
Elder Zeng paused for a moment: “Hmm? He was like this when we brought him to Qiushui Pavilion.”
Elder Han He nodded: “His condition doesn’t seem to have worsened...”
“Old Xue, you’re just in time! Come, take a look at him.”
Shang Wu quickly cleared a spot.
Li Mo: “!”
Oh no, the truly reliable one has arrived.
Elder Han He and Elder Zeng, you two didn’t run off; you went to Dan Ding Peak to gather help?
Could you be any more reliable?!
“Hmm... these symptoms... strange.”
Xue Jing frowned, examining him closely, then exclaimed softly:
“Logically, with his yang energy so strong, it shouldn’t be freezing outside; how could it be cold outside and hot inside...?”
“Oh, you’re talking about that? I almost forgot.”
Elder Zeng slapped his forehead, as if recalling something.
He reached into Li Mo’s pocket and pulled out a block of chilling mineral, covered in swirling patterns, with at least ten rings.
Xue Jing was taken aback: “Thousand-Year Frost Silver Ore? Why did you two put this on him?”
This was a stone from the depths of the fire veins, at the bottom of the cold pool where yin was born from yang, and it was also a rare material for forging weapons, found in the Tian Shuang Sword, corresponding to the Chi Huo Copper Mine.
“This kid is too hot!”
Elder Han He grumbled, extending his hand, which was slightly reddened: “Carrying him has already burned my hand; we need to cool him down.”
“...So that’s where his ‘coldness’ came from... ah?”
Li Mo finally understood why he was freezing.
It was due to physical cooling.
The vast Qiushui Pavilion suddenly fell into silence.
The dry leaves of the banyan tree rustled in the cold wind, and a cold crow, unknown from where, flew overhead, cawing in a discordant manner, as if mocking...
The atmosphere became quite awkward.
“So that’s how it is... I’m fine, haha, I told you so...”
Li Mo no longer felt cold; without the suppression of the Frost Silver Ore, the abundant yang energy began to heat him up again.
But why did he still feel a bit cold for no reason?
He stiffly turned his head, only to see Ying Bing’s cool, expressionless face, which looked quite benevolent.
Not a hint of a smile.
“It’s good that you’re fine.”
Ying Bing softly said this before turning and heading upstairs.
“Great...”
Li Mo muttered to himself, realizing he wasn’t entirely gone...
Xue Lao began scribbling a prescription to reduce heat: “Alright, let me prescribe you some medicine. You’ve been too fiery lately, eating too well; you need to cool down and rest for a few days, got it?”
“Yeah, I still have a weapon to forge, so I need to go.”
“Then you should rest for two days.”
Elder Han He and Elder Zeng chimed in.
“Thank you, both of you.”
“Ah, it’s nothing, no need to be polite.”
The two old men left the scene of the accident.
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