Chapter 231 — How to Resolve It
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Damn!" Wei Zhao shoved Tang Yun away. Was this not forcing him to make a mistake? "Hey, Old Jiao, are you there?"
"I have always been by your side, never far away..." Old Jiao said.
"..." Wei Zhao was speechless. "Are you singing 'Legend' now?"
"What is 'Legend'?" Old Jiao asked.
"Never mind..." Wei Zhao had no time to dawdle with Jiao Yazi over this. "Old Jiao, she has been drugged. Do you have any remedy?"
"A remedy... let me think..." Jiao Yazi sank into thought. "Long ago, I helped my martial uncle resolve a similar problem... What method did we use back then?"
Anxious though he was, hearing that Jiao Yazi might have a way, Wei Zhao did not press him, and simply let Tang Yun kiss and cling to him and tear at his clothes...
"Ah... I remember now, but no, the mental cultivation methods you practice are different." Jiao Yazi said with sudden realization.
"... Is there no other way?" Wei Zhao asked helplessly.
"There is. The one you cultivate yourself will do. You need only circulate your mental formula upon these acupoints on her body, and the energy in your body will enter hers and naturally dissolve the drug." Jiao Yazi said. "I think I told you before that the energy in you is all-powerful. You simply forgot..."
"How was I to know the energy could do this?" Wei Zhao gave a bitter smile. "Old Jiao, just tell me what to do. I cannot stand it much longer. I may not hold out."
Jiao Yazi told Wei Zhao the names of several acupoints. Wei Zhao did as told and set the Xuanyuan Yulong Jue in motion, driving the energy within his body with all his strength into Tang Yun. In no time at all, wisps of misty vapor began to rise from her body...
Half an hour later, Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Yun had fully regained her calm and lay asleep in the passenger seat with her small face flushed, her breathing steady now, no longer rapid as before.
"Phew..." Wei Zhao let out a long breath. "I never thought purging such a toxin would consume so much energy!"
Wei Zhao had truly not expected that merely neutralizing the drug would use up nearly half the energy in his body, leaving him looking rather weary.
"Your level is too low." Jiao Yazi said coldly. "When my martial uncle did this, it cost him almost no effort."
Wei Zhao rolled his eyes and ignored Jiao Yazi. Old Jiao already carried himself like a recluse master. What manner of lofty figure must his martial uncle be? To compare Wei Zhao with him all the time was simply humiliating.
Looking at Tang Yun's little camisole, its seams split from her own tugging and faintly revealing the undergarment beneath, Wei Zhao swallowed hard, picked up her torn school uniform, and covered her with it.