The Rebirth of a Daughter: My Lord, I Will Never Be a Concubine

When Nalan Yanyu saw the booklet, a storm of emotion suddenly surged in his deep eyes.

Wu Er screamed in shock: "Phoenix sings in the sky--"

It's no wonder Wu'er was so surprised. Everyone knows there are two secret martial arts manuals and two major martial arts moves. One secret manual is "Feng Ming Jiu Tian". The body moves are as light as a phoenix, and the dance brings up the wind and clouds in the nine heavens. After practicing to the extreme, one can transform into a phoenix, soaring above the nine heavens with unparalleled speed and unpredictable.

The other one is the Xuanming Heart Method. This secret book has not been found yet, so the method of martial arts is unknown.

The two major martial arts moves were included in the martial arts secret manuals with the same power simply because someone had mastered these terrifying moves. These two people were Mo Cerong of Yunqin and Xing Jian of the Xing clan.

Mo Cerong possesses the Broken Waves Dragon Seal, and his palm technique is extremely powerful, making people feel sad and lose their fighting ability. This is also an important reason why people in the world respect Mo Cerong.

Xing Jian is the Nine Yang True Qi, which is unique to the Xing clan. In addition, Xing Jian was thrown off the Thousand Layer Cliff by the people of the Xing clan since he was a child, so he has become more and more proficient in practicing true qi. People say that the Nine Yang True Qi can crush people, but no one has seen it, and they all think it is ridiculous. However, people are still afraid of Xing Jian's Nine Yang True Qi. After all, no one wants to try it themselves.

So how could Wu'er not be shocked when he saw the legendary Fengming Jiutian!

Looking at the red light source over there, the flowing light source seemed to come alive, clamoring to break out of the predicament.

Wu Chan explained, "This Feng Ming Jiu Tian can generate internal energy. With this internal energy, one can suppress the toxins and completely resist all the stagnant energy in her body."

Nalan Yanyu regained his composure: "What should I do?"

Master Wuchan handed him the item and began to instruct, "Prince, you must first absorb Fengming Jiutian into your body, then combine it with your martial arts skills and transmit it to Miss Su. But remember, the transmission process must last for one hour. Then I will come over to suppress it. Otherwise, Miss Su, who lacks internal energy, may not be able to absorb it and may die suddenly."

Wu Er firmly objected: "No, my lord, your body is not well yet, how can you bear such profound martial arts."

Nalan Yanyu said coldly: "Apart from me, who else can save her?"

Wu'er wanted to say something but was interrupted by Nalan Yanyu.

"There's no need to discuss this further."

Seeing that the man was still persistent, Wu Chan sighed inwardly. He was a little worried. If the young master was here, he could input his true energy to reduce the pain of the two. But although Prince Nalan had internal strength, he was weak after all. He didn't know if he could withstand it.

Wu Chan was a little confused. The young master had been at Wuhua Mountain for the past few days, fearing that Miss Su's poison would take effect. Why was he nowhere to be seen today?

Wuchan had no idea that Xingjian had been beaten by Su Yanhua because of his careless behavior. He didn't even know that he had left Yunqin.

Wu'er was pushed out by Cui'er with a pout. He stared at the closed door, his eyes full of worry.

"Your young lady is too delicate. Why does she get hurt so easily?"

Cui'er was very sad now. When she heard such words, she glared at Wu'er angrily and said, "Shut up right there! My young lady is not delicate. If you say such words again, I will tell the prince."

Wu'er snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Nalan Yanyu slowly walked to the bedside and looked at Su Yanhua's face. Her breath was weak, and her lips were pale without a trace of redness.

He heard about what happened today. He never thought she would lose, but he was worried for no reason because he knew she would suffer. He didn't expect that she would put herself in this state in order to win this game.

He helped Su Yanhua up and leaned against him. He opened the lid of the container, and instantly the red light began to flow into his body rapidly, continuously, without considering whether this person could contain it.

This energy source was too overbearing. He felt that his heart was about to be torn apart by the energy source. It seemed to be running around in his body, looking for the best place.

But Nalan Yanyu knew that he had to transfer this energy source into Su Yanhua's body before the energy source could survive in his body.

He endured the pain in his body, frowned, opened the martial arts book, and engraved all the contents of the book deeply in his mind.

The energy source in the body suddenly stopped, as if it had found a place to stay, and it flew towards that place at a rapid speed.

It's now!

Nalan Yanyu's mind kept replaying the secret book of martial arts. He used his internal force to force the Qi out of his body. The Qi felt the pressure and resisted it.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He increased the power of his internal strength once again. This time, the energy source could not withstand it after all and was gradually forced out by him.

The red light source was compressed by internal force into a stream of air and transmitted into the woman's body.

The energy source seemed to sense the woman's weakness and immediately found a home, flowing into Su Yanhua's body continuously.

If someone were standing here at this moment, they would surely be amazed at the wonders before them. The mysterious, dazzling red light illuminated the entire space like a blazing sun.

Against the backdrop of this red light, the woman's originally pale face gradually became rosy, as if injected with vitality.

The bleeding wounds on her body healed quickly, forming a thin layer of blood scabs. Even her hair became darker and shinier, shining with a healthy luster.

The Phoenix Crying in the Nine Heavens, this treasure coveted by the world, was continuously transmitting energy into the woman's body. With the input of this powerful force, Su Yanhua's physical condition began to improve.

As the last ray of light disappeared, Nalan Yanyu could no longer bear the pain in his body and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wu'er, who was listening to the noise inside all the time, changed his expression. He pushed open the door and saw the prince with a transparent face.

"Sir."

Nalan Yanyu said: "I'm fine, I just lost too much internal energy.

After saying this, he said to Master Wuchan, "Master, I'll leave the rest to you."

Wu Chan nodded, and a white light gathered in his palm, which turned into power and was injected into Su Yanhua's body.

After an unknown amount of time, Wuchan gradually stopped.

Cui'er hurried forward and found that the young lady's breathing gradually stabilized and was no longer as weak as before.

She cried with joy, her eyes filled with emotion.

"Master, Prince, thank you for saving the young lady."

If they weren't here, who knows if the young lady would be able to survive the night?

Wu Chan smiled and shook his head: "Her poison will eventually take effect, and Fengming Jiutian will eventually belong to her."

"If she wakes up with any questions, she can always come to me."

After Wu Chan finished speaking, he turned to look at Prince Nalan and said, "Prince Nalan, let me regulate your breathing first."

Nalan Yanyu nodded, turned his head and looked at Su Yanhua deeply, then walked out with Wuchan.

Inside the Zen Room

The small room was fresh and elegant, filled with the strong smell of books and ink. The dim candlelight illuminated Nalan Yanyu's pale face.

Wu Chan withdrew his hand, stood up, and placed the herbs on the table.

"Wu'er, this is medicine to treat your young master. Remember to boil it for him to drink."

Wu'er took it and nodded.

"Now go fry it."

Wu'er glanced at Nalan Yanyu, and seeing that he didn't say anything, she nodded and left.

Wu Chan glanced at the knife wound on Nalan's back and asked, "Did he send assassins to kill you again?"

Nalan Yanyu paused, and spoke slowly and drawn out: "The assassins were sent the day before yesterday."

Hearing this, Wu Chan sighed and asked in a long voice, "Does the Marquis know?"