He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Without delay, Leng Huan dried himself off, but soon he was covered in sweat again, exhaling hot breath. "But that cliff is hundreds of feet high, I'm afraid I can't climb it now..."

Fu Xun went ashore to dry his clothes. "I can do it." He recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra once, picked up Ju Wangyi, and squatted down in front of her. "Get on, I'll carry you."

As night fell and the light dimmed, Fu Xun's figure was like a statue in the shadows. If it weren't for his clearly suppressed breathing, Leng Huan would have almost thought that he was unaffected.

If they delayed any longer, it would be more dangerous. Leng Huan hesitated for a moment, then gently leaned on his back, supporting himself with his hands to keep them from being too close together.

But when Fu Xun carried her onto the sword, due to inertia, Leng Huan inevitably pressed herself against him, her nose touching the back of his neck. Her hot, scorching breath, like a sack of exploding chili peppers, hit Fu Xun's skin, and he froze for a moment.

The first time I secretly groaned, my back was truly soft and delicate, and I could only feel her fragrance and her hot breath coming at me. In this situation, it was simply unbearable.

Leng Huan couldn't tell who was hotter, but since things were already like this, he simply decided to save his energy and lie quietly on his back.

She didn't use her spiritual power; the cool breeze lowered her body temperature slightly, but her whole body felt hot and numb, and the poison continued to take effect, so the breeze was of no use.

She was unsure whether to pity herself or sympathize with Fu Xun.

She was already in so much pain, she couldn't even imagine how much pain Fu Xun was in. But even so, he was carrying her on his back, supporting her buttocks with both hands. His hands were always busy, yet he still flew smoothly on his sword, and his feet were as steady as a seasoned driver.

Of course, only those involved truly know whether things are stable or not. To minimize his suffering, Fu Xunfei moved quickly; only heaven knows how much hardship he endured.

The two swiftly flew over the forest and reached the bottom of the cliff. The cliff above seemed insurmountable. Fu Xun silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra all the way. At this moment, he took a deep breath, avoided the snakes, chose another spot, and continued to fly straight up.

Fortunately, after so much time, the Nascent Soul demon beast had already left. Fu Xun didn't put her down; instead, he carried her on his back and headed straight for the Rocky Mountain.

Leng Huan was practically melting from the heat, and the skin-to-skin contact between them seemed quite comfortable; she pressed herself against his neck. Feeling her soft head resting on his shoulder and neck, Fu Xun was only holding on by sheer willpower, a single thread teetering in his mind, unsure when it would snap under the heat of his body.

-

"You're inside, I'm outside."

Having finally arrived at the cave, Leng Huan regained some consciousness briefly. After saying this, Fu Xun staggered to the small platform at the cave entrance and waited there.

Leng Huan subconsciously shook his head, which was covered in mush, "No! It's dangerous outside..."

"It's alright." It's dangerous for them to stay together.

Leng Huan was afraid that he might fall down in a daze or be snatched away by a flying monster.

Forget about him. Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, with his blood surging through his body, Leng Huan staggered into the cave while he still had a sliver of consciousness.

I collapsed onto the stone bed, feeling like I was in lava. My whole body ached and itched, it was an unspeakable feeling, like I was on drugs, but it seemed like it was poison to begin with.

Soon he was drenched in sweat, his face flushed red from the heat, and his dazed mind struggled to process what he had been told about how many days it would take for the poison to take effect.

Ten days, half a month?

No, Leng Huan suddenly opened the wound on her wrist, and the pain brought her back to her senses.

As time goes on, the poison will have a peak period of outbreak. It's only the first day and it's already this uncomfortable. Leng Huan shuddered.

I'm a little overwhelmed. Why force the poisoned person to find an antidote? Who came up with this inhumane and heaven-defying thing?

When he couldn't bear it anymore, Leng Huan would pick at his wounds, his mind foggy, desperately trying to think of any antidote and how to get through this.

Later, my consciousness became hazy. As time passed, the poison took effect, and my body felt like it was going to explode one moment and then felt completely empty the next.

During one brief moment of lucidity, Leng Huan grabbed his wrist and ran outside, only to find it was dusk.

When asked, Fu Xun said it was only the evening of the second day.

Leng Huan broke down instantly.

Fu Xun's face was also flushed, but his expression was very cold and hard. His jaw was taut, and it could be said that apart from his furrowed brows, he had no expression at all.

Even when he was covered in sweat and his wet hair clung to his face, it didn't diminish his beauty; in fact, he exuded an allure akin to that of a succubus.

Leng Huan rubbed his forehead vigorously. Sure enough, his mother was affected by the poison; she actually thought the boy was handsome.

She didn't dare look again, said "Oh," and staggered inside.

His consciousness kept slipping into hazy light and shadow. When Leng Huan regained consciousness for a moment, his clothes were already disheveled. Because he was always sweating, he had changed his clothes several times. This time, he clearly felt that the feeling of being out of control was even more rampant. Leng Huan pulled out a dagger and gritted his teeth to slash his own arm.

With a crisp "clink," the dagger was knocked to the ground by a pebble. It was Fu Xun; he had entered without Leng Huan noticing. Leng Huan's vision blurred, and he was suddenly embraced. The next second, he seemed to regain his senses, immediately retreating a good ten feet away, stammering an explanation:

"Senior sister, I'm not..."

He ran off halfway through his sentence.

Leng Huan was stunned. He plopped down on the stone bed, staring blankly at Fu Xun's back. He felt that Fu Xun was like a handsome antidote... an antidote that could end this endless torment.

Leng Huan thought he could get through this, but today is only the third day.

I was randomly reciting the Heart Sutra in my mind: "If the heart is pure as ice, one will not be alarmed even if the sky collapses..." As I kept reciting it, it gradually turned into, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

"I have to...I have to...I have to!"

This is the first time in my life I've suffered like this.

Feeling the heatwave engulfing her body, it felt like being placed in scalding lava, then being bitten by insects, and finally, in a heartless act, being teased with a cat toy. Damn it!

uncomfortable.

I can't take it anymore.

Amidst the chaotic, bizarre thoughts swirling in his mind, Fu Xun's image became clearer... The antidote, the antidote...

Leng Huan started to have wild thoughts. Long Aotian was still inexperienced in the ways of the world. If she tricked him into doing something, would he be willing?

We've known each other for so long, can't we help each other out? After all, we're all going through a tough time, and this would be good for everyone...

What if he doesn't want to?

Leng Huan gripped his wrist, trying hard to think, but he really couldn't think any further. He only vaguely remembered that his skin felt cool to the touch, it felt so good...

She suddenly stood up, looking dazed, her hair disheveled, like a madwoman. The hem of her light blue dress swept across the ground as she ran barefoot after the figure.

—As everyone knows, when drug addiction strikes, people desperately crave the antidote.

-

These past few days have been agonizing. Fu Xun doesn't even know how he got through them. Reciting the Heart-Clearing Mantra ten thousand times didn't help. He knew that using spiritual power would accelerate the onset of the poison, but he just couldn't bear it. So he went down to the forest at the foot of the mountain and wreaked havoc on the demonic beasts a few times.

He even went to the cliff to retrieve Leng Huan's sword, but as soon as he returned to his cave, he became disoriented. After all, it was his first time experiencing something like this, and he overestimated his resistance and underestimated the power of the poison.

Seeing Leng Huan slashing himself with a dagger, he instinctively threw a pebble, and then... he couldn't remember the specifics of what happened. When he came to his senses, he was terrified by his own actions and didn't know how he ended up in the cave. He stammered an explanation and then fled in panic.

Fu Xun shook his head as he ran out, intending to leave the cave for a while. In a daze, he heard a familiar voice say, "Stop."

He slowly turned around and saw Leng Huan's figure in the colorful and dazzling scene. It took a long time for the scattered light and shadow to focus. Leng Huan, with her hair down and clothes disheveled, ran up to him with uneven steps. "Fu Xun, there's something I need to tell you."

Fu Xun was completely bewildered, and tried his best to focus his gaze on her.

But his body reacted faster than his brain; a surge of heat rushed down his spine toward the possible exit.

Leng Huan breathed rapidly, trying to calm herself and appear imposing, but with her radiant face and soft voice, she didn't really have any presence.

King Leng commanded fiercely, "You, give me the antidote!"

Fu Xun: "..."