Lan Yin Bi Yue Extra Chapters

Chapter 61

Ming Er was unarmed, yet every finger and every nail on his hands was sharper than any divine weapon in the world!

The ultimate martial arts of the Eastern Sea.

The Sword of No Return.

The successor of the Pear Mound.

That night, everything unfolded on that desolate mountain!

That night, in the cold moon and wind, the most magnificent and tragic crimson flower in the world bloomed!

Every person, every move, is the fastest, the most ruthless, and the most effective!

because---

The strong survive! The weak perish!

so---

Every move they make is utterly devastating and leaves no room for retreat!

If you get hit, your bones will break, your flesh will tear, and you will bleed profusely!

Absolutely no room for compromise!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The red ribbon swept wildly, spreading out like a net from the sky!

The Fuxi dolls are attacking from all sides; they are vengeful ghosts from the underworld seeking to claim lives!

With a wave of the jade fan, blood splattered!

The person in purple was shrouded in blood mist, only their bright blue eyes shone, like a blood-soaked demon!

A flick of the finger, and a sword's energy slits the throat and pierces the forehead!

His pristine blue robe was now filthy, yet the man remained composed and elegant, like a demon lord reigning supreme!

………………

That battle lasted from the bright moon and stars until the east turned slightly red.

When all the red-clad dolls had died on the ground, Ming Huayan and Lan Canyin were still standing.

Lan Qi's purple robes were tattered, her body covered in blood, her skin bruised and battered. Only her face remained as white as snow, her eyes as blue as a deep pool, and her lips as red as cinnabar. In the dim, hazy light of day, she resembled a ghostly, alluring spirit drifting from hell, utterly terrifying.

Ming Er's blue robe was no longer recognizable as its original color, but it was all blood red. Even so, he still had a handsome appearance and a slender figure, as if he had come from the Shura Palace, walking through blood.

Looking around, all his opponents were already on the ground. Young Master Ming sighed elegantly and said, "It's too dirty. I need to take a bath." After saying that, he lay down and didn't get up.

"This is the difference between a life of luxury, indulging in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and romance, and a life of hardship, surrounded by swords, spears, and bloodshed." Lan Qi smiled smugly at Ming Er, who had fallen first, then his body went limp and he collapsed as well.

That night, Ming Huayan and Lan Canyin killed all nine top masters of Dongming.

Minghua Yan suffered seventeen wounds and killed four people.

Lan Canyin suffered twenty-five wounds and killed five people.

Time slipped away quietly, the sun rose, its crimson rays illuminating the world, and the wind, carrying the stench of blood, ushered in a new day on the desolate mountains of the Eastern Sea.

Ming Er was awakened by the blinding sunlight. Opening his eyes, he slowly sat up and realized he had just been lying next to a corpse. He frowned in disgust, looking around at the carcasses and blood everywhere, the stench of blood making the fastidious young master want to vomit. Turning his head, he saw Lan Qi lying not far away. He moved closer and saw she remained motionless, seemingly asleep. But the young master didn't want to stay here any longer, and the people from Dongming Island would likely arrive soon; it wasn't wise to linger.

Looking at Lan Qi, who was covered in blood, the Second Young Master withdrew his hand, stretched out his foot, and kicked Lan Qi, "Hey, get up."

However, Lan Qiyi remained unmoved.

The second young master's gaze sharpened, then he bent down, extended a finger, and placed it on Lan Qi's neck. Almost as soon as his fingertip touched Lan Qi's skin, Ming Er's heart trembled. What lay beneath his fingertip was burning hot! Lan Qi was suffering from a cold poison, and in recent days, Ming Er had had many contacts with her, but she had always been as cold as ice. He had never seen her with such a scorching body temperature before.

Was it because of those two pills...?

Ming Er got up and looked at Lan Qi, who was sleeping soundly and oblivious to everything. Her empty eyes were hazy and unreadable. After a long while, he sighed, bent down, picked her up, and left.

If the demon were to disappear now, all our previous efforts would be in vain, which wouldn't be worth it. As he struggled with this internal conflict, the Second Young Master made his final decision.

Although he was also covered in wounds, none were fatal, and they were all superficial injuries. With Ming Er's skill, it didn't prevent him from using his lightness skill to carry someone, and soon he was away from the desolate mountain. There was a river at the foot of the mountain, and Ming Er walked along the river upstream. Sure enough, the source was the Green Mountain. The water flowed down the mountain and gathered into a small pool at the foot of the mountain. The pool was surrounded by rocks and dense forests, and it seemed quite secluded. After circling around and checking it out, he put Lan Qi down under a protruding rock. The rocks on three sides blocked the view, making it look like a natural stone cave. Ming Er put Lan Qi down and collapsed to the ground, exhausted. The battle last night was the most strenuous battle of his life. He hadn't rested for long and then carried someone so far, which had really exhausted his strength. Now all his wounds ached.

After resting for a while, Ming Er got up and went to the pool, washing himself thoroughly from head to toe. Although the pool water was icy cold, and although soaking his wounds in the water made them hurt even more, the Second Young Master couldn't bear the sight of himself covered in blood and filth. After washing, he went ashore, meditated, and circulated his internal energy, relieving his fatigue and drying his hair and clothes. Then he took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and applied medicine to his wounds. He had been so busy escaping last night that he had lost his belongings, but luckily he still had the medicine he carried with him. After applying the medicine, he walked back to the foot of the rocks, where Lan Qiyi lay unconscious with her eyes closed.

Bending down to examine her, Lan Qi's face had returned to the deathly paleness of the previous night, and her whole body was trembling slightly. It seemed that the effects of the medicine had worn off, and the cold poison had flared up again. Coupled with her injuries... if she wasn't treated, would she simply drift into eternal slumber?

As he was thinking this, he saw Lan Qi's eyelids twitch, then her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then her eyes slowly opened, revealing a pool of clear, deep blue water, like an icy stream hidden at the bottom of an ancient abyss. In that instant, Ming Er felt as if something had quietly blossomed in his heart, so soft that it left him bewildered and at a loss.

The clear water seemed lost in thought for a moment, then with a gentle blink, ripples spread out, as if a water lily were blooming with thousands of petals and stamens, its splendor beyond words.

Is it the blooming of an epiphyllum?

Is it the blossoming of the heart?

“Fake Immortal, I’ve won this time,” Lan Qi said, her voice soft and slightly hoarse.

Upon hearing this, Ming Er simply smiled faintly.

Lan Qi struggled to sit up, and with that movement, she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. She then realized that her whole body felt as if it were being torn apart, and the most serious problem was that the cold energy in her body was spreading everywhere. She couldn't muster her internal energy at all and couldn't suppress it at all.

Ming Er glanced at her and said, "Those who ingest 'Pure Heart' die from internal burning and their bodies charred dry. It's an extremely hot and deadly poison. You ingested it yesterday, which was a case of using poison to fight poison, suppressing the cold poison flaring up in your body. But it's still poison after all, and it can't truly cure the cold poison in your body." His gaze shifted to Lan Qi's brow, where a faint red line had appeared. "Now you not only have cold poison in your body, but also the poison of 'Pure Heart,' and..."

"And now both poisons are about to take effect," Lan Qi interjected, still looking nonchalant, as if his life hanging by a thread didn't matter.

Ming Erkong's eyes fell on Lan Qi's face, but he remained silent.

If one doesn't care about life and death, there wouldn't be such ruthlessness as to be willing to go to hell for survival. Yet, someone with such a strong will to live can still face the impending onset of the poison with complete indifference.

Lan Qi slowly took out a bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and sighed, "Only one last 'Buddha's Heart Pill' left. It can cure 'Pure Heart'." After saying that, he poured out the pill and swallowed it. As soon as he swallowed the medicine, his body trembled, and the medicine bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Ming Er quietly watched Lan Qi tremble, watching her clench her left fist to suppress the shaking, watching her try to sit cross-legged and gather her inner strength...

After a long while, large beads of sweat rolled down Lan Qi's forehead, but the chills in his body only intensified. He knew that with her current internal strength, she was completely helpless against the cold poison.

Lan Qi opened her eyes and reached into her bosom to take out another medicine bottle. At this moment, her external injuries and cold poison made her limbs weak and stiff, causing her movements to be slow. Half an hour had passed by the time she swallowed the pill.

Ming Er sat quietly to the side, watching.

After swallowing the pill, Lan Qi closed his eyes and sat upright to gather his inner strength.

Ming Er stared quietly at Lan Qi's brow. After a moment, his brow twitched, and then Lan Qi leaned forward and spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell onto the stone ground, its dark brown color emitting a chilling aura.

Ming Er's gaze shifted from the chilling poisonous blood on the ground to Lan Qi's deathly pale face. A wisp of black energy appeared between her brows. The pills she had just swallowed had not only been ineffective, but had also triggered the poison she had been consuming to suppress the cold poison. At this moment, the cold poison had completely broken through the suppression of her internal energy.

"Why not give up after all this suffering?" he said leisurely. The pain of the injury, poison, and cold poison is indescribable, far beyond the agony of ten thousand insects gnawing at the heart; ordinary people would rather die than endure it.

Lan Qi, her breath weak, struggled to lift her eyes to look at Ming Er, a mocking smile playing on her lips, and said, "If it were you... would you be willing?"

Ming Er was taken aback upon hearing this.

"We are both people who can kill even in hell, so why would we die at the hands of others!" Lan Qi said with trembling hands, struggling to pull out another medicine bottle from his pocket.

"So you just won't die..." Ming Er suddenly smiled, his empty eyes falling into the distant void. The past twenty years flashed before his eyes in an instant, scene after scene, one after another. He in the void, at this moment, just watched indifferently.

Lan Qi poured a pill from the bottle, looking at it, a cold and resolute look slowly appearing in her green eyes. She said weakly, "We are used to being in desperate situations, with death always at our side. That's not scary." Death is really not scary. What's most scary is the destruction of the heart!

Smelling the scent carried on the wind, Ming Er frowned. Just as Lan Qi brought the pill to her lips, he flicked his finger, and the pill fell to the ground.

Looking at the pill that had been knocked away, Lan Qi raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ming Er. If her power hadn't been damaged, this wouldn't have happened.

“That medicine will cause you endless trouble.” Ming Er took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill and flicked it into Lan Qi’s palm. “‘Buddha Heart Pill’ is worth a thousand gold pieces. It is even more precious in times of crisis. Double the price. Remember to pay two thousand silver leaves after you return to the dynasty.”

Lan Qi gritted her teeth upon hearing this, then smiled alluringly, "Second Young Master, you are a banished immortal, how can you be so greedy for money?"

"It is an honor for Ming Er to earn money from Seventh Young Master." Young Master Ming Er smiled elegantly, then, noticing the dark aura between Lan Qi's brows thickening, he asked, "Is Seventh Young Master so weak that he needs to be fed?"

Lan Qi almost reflexively put the pill in his mouth, and almost at the same time realized what had happened. He was immediately filled with regret. How could the dashing and debonair Lan Qi be fooled by a fake immortal! But for some reason, the corners of his lips curved up, and he wanted to laugh again.

Ming Er watched her swallow the pill quietly, then spoke softly, "Seventh Young Master, is this all to... obtain an answer?"

Upon hearing this, Lan Qi almost choked on the pill. She swallowed hard and finally managed to get it down. She then raised her eyes and glared fiercely at Ming Er.

Young Master Ming simply smiled calmly.

"I'm doing this for myself!" Lan Qi roared fiercely, but unfortunately, he was weak and lacked any imposing presence.

"Killing for survival." The Second Young Master Ming still smiled gently and handsomely. "I wonder what Senior Kong and Brother Feng Yi think about this?"

Lan Qi paused, suddenly recalling that night on the East Sea, when the honest child had so firmly declared, "I will never kill a single person in my life!" She couldn't help but smile slightly, saying, "Ning Lang said that people shouldn't kill, and that those who kill are no longer human." She raised her head, gazing at the sky beyond the mountains, where the warm winter sun shone brightly. "How simple. His understanding is only black and white, but he has always been in the bright white, never having reached or seen the true, deepest, darkest black."

"Perhaps he'll find out this time." A glint flashed in Ming Erkong's eyes.

Lan Qi stopped talking and took two "Buddha Heart Pills" in succession. Although they relieved the poison in his body, they could not remove the cold poison. He wanted to take advantage of the remaining strength to recharge his internal energy.

Ming Er got up, intending to find some food, but before he reached the small pond, he heard a "thump!" behind him. He turned around and saw Lan Qi lying motionless on the ground. Something suddenly pressed down on his chest, and with a swift movement, he landed beside Lan Qi, helped her up, and saw a large pool of blood on the ground, wisps of cold air emanating from it. Blood was still flowing from the corner of her mouth, and her body felt as cold to the touch.

“That…that…” Lan Qi pointed with difficulty to the pill that Ming Er had flicked away, “…can temporarily suppress the cold poison…”

Ming Er didn't even glance at the pill, and said, "I can seal the cold poison in your body for a month, but if you can't get the antidote to completely remove the cold poison after a month, it will backfire several times as badly as it did today. You will definitely die then, and the pain you suffer will be even greater than today. Do you still want me to save you?"

Lan Qi slowly turned her gaze to Ming Er, her lips curving into a smile, and said, "Okay."

Ming Er said no more and began to untie Lan Qi's belt.

"Second Young Master..." Lan Qiren made a move, a slight smile on his face, "Although I... promised to marry you and take responsibility, this kind of place is a bit too unromantic for our wedding night."

Upon hearing this, Ming Er's eyes twitched, but his hands continued to work. He only peeled off his upper robes, revealing a soft silver armor after removing his outer and inner garments. Ming Er's target was this armor. He quickly took it off Lan Qi and tossed it aside. Then he helped Lan Qi sit cross-legged and sat down behind her.

"Relax your whole body, do not exert any internal force, and keep your mind clear."

Lan Qi heard Ming Er's low voice behind her, and then felt a warm hand pressing on the top of her head. A warm breath entered her head, and her body, which had been feeling like it was immersed in an icy pool, was no longer so cold. She closed her eyes, relaxed her whole body, and sank into a state of clarity.

Ming Er raised his left palm and placed it on top of Lan Qi's head, while his right fingertips pressed on Lan Qi's acupoints one by one.

An hour later, Ming Er removed his hand from Lan Qi's head.

Lan Qi opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to look at Ming Er behind her. Fine beads of sweat covered his gentle, jade-like face, making it feel human for the first time.

Ming Er paused to catch his breath, then opened his eyes and was immediately met with those deep, dark blue eyes, which startled him.

The two gazed at each other silently, their eyes clear and bright, like a mirror reflecting a lake. Both the mirror and the lake reflected the deepest parts of the sky, yet seemed to be so clean that nothing was there. After a moment, they quietly looked away.

Ming Er stood up, walked to the pool to wash the sweat from his face and the bloodstains on his hands. After washing, he returned to find Lan Qi still sitting cross-legged in the same spot.

"Aren't you uncomfortable looking at all this?" Ming Er asked, looking at Lan Qi's wounds covered in scabs. However, don't mistake this for concern. He simply found the sight of the blood and grime extremely unpleasant, not to mention the pungent smell of blood.

Upon hearing this, Lan Qi raised an eyebrow at the spotless Second Young Master, then swayed as she stood up. With her uninjured left hand, she untied her half-undressed clothes one by one. Although her clothes were tattered, she did it as if she were removing a magnificent robe. The sashes fluttered down like falling petals, and her slender fingers revealed a hint of allure as she moved them. Her eyes were fixed on Ming Er, their gaze shimmering and sparkling.

Ming Er did not avoid or dodge, but just watched her undress and take off her clothes, as naturally and calmly as watching leaves fall and raindrops fall from the sky.

The outer robe fell, the inner garment fell... and Lan Qi fell too.

Ming Er rolled up his sleeve, and Lan Qi narrowly escaped falling to the ground.