Chapter 488: Pain Transfer Gu

Chapter 488: The Gu of Transferred Pain

Zhao Changhe did not know how long he had been unconscious.

This time, the injuries might be even graver than those suffered after the battles at Yanmen and Kuaiji, and the pain was far more intense.

Before, at most he had blacked out...

This time, the blood alligator had slammed into him so hard his bones nearly fell apart, and his internal injuries were already severe enough—that alone was bad enough.

But that thousand-cuts torment, capable of shredding a mighty blood alligator from the inside out... Even if he could channel it outward and expel it, he wouldn't die, yet the agony of being pierced through by sword qi was something an ordinary person could never endure.

It was a feat so incredible that even onlookers could scarcely believe or comprehend it.

That was the nature of a man consumed by bloodlust—in the heat of the moment, to win, he would have dared to hack at his own head with a blade.

But afterward, he knew he was as good as dead. Even in his coma, he could feel the torment of his body. The tall man curled up on the bed, trembling unconsciously, for no matter where he lay, it hurt.

Worse still, the backlash of the bloodlust, which had not flared up for a long time, finally erupted in full force.

Earlier, to break the bloodlust on the Jun Tian Blood Jade, Zhao Changhe had absorbed it all in one go. That had been a good thing, strengthening his weaker aspects; without that infusion of bloodlust, he might not have been able to suppress the opponent's "Blood Fills Mountains and Rivers."

But now, when his own qi and blood were extremely weak, this immensely amplified bloodlust became unbalanced. Tang Wanzhuang's method of clearing the mind could no longer suppress it.

Thus, the bloodlust rebounded through his entire body, and the bloodlust, now even sharper after being tempered, surged wildly within him, subjecting him to another round of flaying.

Even in his coma, one could see him curled into a ball, moaning unconsciously.

Sisi sat by the edge of the bed, carefully removing his tattered clothes and applying a cooling medicinal ointment to his body.

Zhao Changhe jolted at the sensation, flinging out his hand unconsciously, pushing Sisi off balance and knocking the ointment from her grasp.

Sisi silently bent down, picked it up, and continued applying it.

The young maidservants nearby could no longer bear to watch: "Holy Maiden, perhaps we should do it?"

Sisi ignored them, continuing to apply it herself.

Seeing her like this, the maidservants felt as though their Holy Maiden was utterly lost. They exchanged glances for a while, until finally one plucked up the courage to say, "Holy Maiden, he is a Xia man."

Sisi's hand paused.

Whether he was a Xia man or not was not a major issue. Sisi's own base already had many Xia people she had taken in from the Miao borderlands, and this secret realm war had also relied heavily on the Xia people.

But in the power structure of the tribe, if a Xia man became the dominant figure, problems would arise.

The other Xia people were those she had taken in—outcasts from the Miao borderlands—who depended on her for survival. When she eventually unified the secret realm, her power would snowball, and the Xia people would merely become one component of the tribe, with little influence.

But Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling were different.

Especially Zhao Changhe... His affinity with the Blood Jade, breaking the seal, easily finding a forbidden land no one knew about, navigating the path to the forbidden land as if it were his own living room, and finally unraveling the mystery of the blood alligator, suppressing its bloodlust—these actions, in the eyes of the observant, were shrouded in mystery, as if he were intimately familiar with the secrets of the Ling tribe, guided by some divine force.

If anything, Sisi was the Holy Maiden, but Zhao Changhe seemed more like the Holy Son. If this were spread, people would truly believe it, and many at that.

If she were a truly ambitious woman, what she should do now would not be to heal him, but to make him disappear silently while he was in this state.

Fortunately, neither Sisi nor even the young maidservants who had no connection to Zhao Changhe could bring themselves to do such a thing. For whom had he suffered such grievous injuries? None of them were heartless.

But seeing the Holy Maiden like this, they were also worried.

They would not kill him, but it would be best if she did not hold him in such high regard either...

Why had these young people been willing to go out to the Miao borderlands with so few, to contend with powerful tribes like the Black Miao, and carve out a foundation through hardship? It was because they did not want to be slaves. But if things continued like this, they might not become slaves of the forbidden land, but they would become lackeys of the Xia people.

"All of you, leave." In the silence, Sisi suddenly spoke.

"Holy Maiden..."

"What, he's lying here naked now. I'm willing to be with him, and I'm not afraid to look. Are you willing too? Fine, any of you who are willing, step forward, and from now on you'll be chambermaids."

"... "

Sisi sighed. "I know what you're worried about, but he is not—"

Someone could not help but say, "One cannot place hope in others."

Sisi glanced at her, then suddenly reached out, took out a gu worm, and stuffed it into Zhao Changhe's mouth. "Satisfied now?"

They had not seen clearly what kind of gu it was, but instinctively guessed it was one of several types, and immediately their faces lit up with relieved and joyful smiles: "Then we shall not disturb you. May the Holy Maiden and the Holy Envoy enjoy a hundred years of harmony."

Sisi said calmly, "Do you acknowledge the Holy Envoy now?"

"Actually..." The young girls lowered their heads. "It does feel like he is one... Though we don't know why the Ancestral God chose a Xia man. Perhaps it's because we are too useless..."

Sisi laughed, winking. "If you truly acknowledge the Holy Envoy, then those who wish to serve him, step forward?"

The young girls fled in a flurry: "It's better for the Holy Maiden to serve him herself."

Sisi shook her head and continued applying the ointment.

At this moment, Zhao Changhe was no longer curling up or convulsing. He lay still, somewhat calmer, but the swelling of the bloodlust was still severe. One could see his arms and chest as hard as iron, faintly emitting a dark red aura. The bloodlust overflowed, and if any mosquito or fly happened to pass by, it would likely die instantly.

Sisi's hand, applying the ointment, slowly moved to a harder place.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered her head.

...

Zhao Changhe's coma was a physiological protective mechanism due to excessive blood loss. In fact, his spirit was faintly aware.

Especially the feeling of being consumed by the bloodlust, becoming a beast that only knew how to kill and vent—at that moment, he felt as if he were the blood alligator itself.

This was the inevitable result of the bloodlust's backlash. It was not a problem of the blood alligator; any life dominated by the desire to kill was like this.

Fortunately, his body was already more riddled with holes than a tattered sack, incapable of doing anything evil. The slightest movement brought excruciating pain, and he could not even lie still. The coma was also a form of self-protection against the pain.

In this state, he had no idea how long it would take to recover... Without his own initiative, he could not even use the Return Spring Technique, and no miraculous healing medicine could cure him quickly.

Vaguely, he seemed to see Blind Girl.

"Tsk... What a hero."

Zhao Changhe was in a daze, his reason impaired, and he really did not want to deal with her: "I want to kill someone right now. Stay away from me."

Blind Girl moved closer instead, sneering: "Can you even move?"

"Damn you..."

"I really don't know how someone who cares so little about himself has managed to survive until now." Blind Girl tilted her head in slight confusion, her slender finger resting on her cheek. "You've been lucky enough. Many times after injuries, you had excellent treasures to smooth over your hidden wounds... Otherwise, with a body like yours, in a few years you'd know what it means to decline day by day, let alone ascend to higher realms. This time, I wonder if you'll have such luck..."

Zhao Changhe said, "Stop the nonsense. I'm heavy with bloodlust and very irritable. Let's discuss this later."

"But there's no time." Blind Girl sighed. "If the Heavenly Book is taken, everything you've done before will be in vain."

"I don't think what I've done is in vain. I'm glad I could save a tribe."

"If he gets the Heavenly Book and counterattacks?"

"..." Zhao Changhe said irritably, "What can I do about it? You know I'm injured like this and can't move! Sisi has her own judgment."

As he said these words, he could faintly feel the coolness on his body, a gentle hand applying ointment.

But the sensation of the ointment on his wounds only made him more uncomfortable. He instinctively waved his hand, pushing the person away, and continued, "From what I feel, you're just separated by the secret realm's space and can't easily enter. If you really came in, you could go get it yourself. You don't need me."

Blind Girl could not help but laugh. "Sisi has her own judgment, but I'm afraid that judgment will end up being your wasted effort. A chivalrous hero? In this world, is there really any soil for chivalry? How laughable."

Zhao Changhe glared at her, his heart extremely agitated.

In fact, he vaguely suspected that this might not be Blind Girl entering his dream, but rather his own dream... What appeared in the dream was merely his own worry.

Because Blind would not come to sow discord; that is not Blind's style, and it would mean nothing to her.

But this thought merely flashed by; at that moment, something was stuffed into his mouth... Zhao Changhe could not resist and let it slide down his throat.

As it turned out, once it entered his stomach, the effect was astonishingly good, far surpassing any divine medicine Zhao Changhe had ever known.

In a very short time, it made the sensation of pain recede greatly, and he even regained a bit of strength.

Strange—his injuries were clearly not healed, so why did it hurt less... An anesthetic? But an anesthetic shouldn't give one strength either.

As the pain receded, his perception grew clearer, and he could feel the explosive power and destructive urge brimming with killing intent; every muscle was taut, blood and qi overflowing, desperate for release.

The Blind in the dream seemed somewhat startled by this change and continued, "Sisi is now the leader of a foreign tribe; what she does cannot rely on emotions. There will be more consider..."

Before the words ended, Zhao Changhe violently reached out and grabbed her: "Stop sowing discord here. Compared to Sisi, you are the one with even less emotional foundation!"

Blind surprisingly did not struggle, allowing Zhao Changhe to pull her and press her down to kneel on the ground.

It was indeed a dream.

How could the real Blind ever be like this?

The real Blind floated in the void, exasperated, watching Zhao Changhe's fantasy of her, and then looking at Sisi's delicate hand gently applying medicine to him, her face suddenly turned a bit strange.

This feeling—what a cuckold scenario.

The next moment, Sisi lowered her head and leaned in.

Blind: "???"

How can you dream of me like this and have it match reality? This really isn't my divine power!

Wait, at this moment in Zhao Changhe's dream, isn't it me giving him a blowjob?

How can this be tolerated?

Zhao Changhe only felt a warmth; the pent-up blood and qi found an outlet, and he was ecstatic. Originally passively enjoying, but as he enjoyed, he slowly regained some strength, then pulled "Blind" up and tore off all her clothes.

Sisi, caught off guard, was pinned and torn at; she instinctively resisted for a moment, but then a sharp pain shot through her whole body, and she lost all strength.

How could those young girls have guessed that the gu worm Sisi fed Zhao Changhe was a pain-transfer gu?

The reason Zhao Changhe no longer felt pain was because she was bearing it.

Sisi panted laboriously, gazing softly at his violent tearing of her clothes, and slowly closed her eyes.

Blind was so furious her hair stood on end; suddenly she struck out, knocking both of them unconscious on the bed: "This is so that your first time can have its own tenderness. Don't thank me."