Super God Grandmaster
Chapter 906 - 906 892 Mandarin Ducks Frolicking in the Water

Chapter 906: Chapter 892: Mandarin Ducks Frolicking in the Water? Chapter 906: Chapter 892: Mandarin Ducks Frolicking in the Water? Wan Danrong had controlled the Resentful Spirits within her body, but to eradicate them wasn’t that quick, it required a process.

Today, Divine Doctor Zhu had descended the mountain, saying he was going to diagnose a patient, and estimated that he would not return for two or three days.

Yang Tao’er had gone down the mountain to exchange for some food and dry goods, and still hadn’t returned, she was worried whether this girl had been lured away by someone.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, followed by two more figures, it was Yang Tao’er, she had exchanged for quite a few dry goods, and couldn’t carry them all by herself, so she had to ask two porters to help.

“I thought you had been whisked away by someone,” Wan Danrong grumbled from afar.

Yang Tao’er received some very bad news and didn’t know whether she should tell Wan Danrong, after some thought, she realized she couldn’t hide it any longer, so she let the porters take the goods to the storage room and said, “There is something that I don’t know if I should tell you.”

“Hehe, did you get taken advantage of by someone?”

Yang Tao’er coldly snorted through her nostrils and said, “Ye Chen has had an accident.”

“An accident? What kind of accident?” Wan Danrong became anxious.

“He fell off a cliff!” Yang Tao’er said with extreme seriousness.

“Don’t joke with me about this kind of thing.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

Wan Danrong became serious and asked, “What exactly happened?”

After paying the porters their wages, Yang Tao’er said, “In Immortal City, while sealing Hell Tower, he was ambushed by the Dragon Slaying Clan and Shangguan Heiqi’s men, he was knocked off a cliff, his life and death are uncertain, but many say he’s dead.”

At that moment, Wan Danrong trembled and asked, “Where did you hear this from?”

“That’s what everyone’s saying, I wasn’t sure if I should tell you, but sooner or later you would find out.”

“What on earth happened?”

“It’s said that Longhun of the Dragon Slaying Clan guessed that Ye Chen might be sent to Immortal City to place new seals on Hell Tower. Ye Chen didn’t know that a group of Dragon Slaying Clan’s disciples were in Immortal City, as well as the ambush by Shangguan Heiqi, and they fell into the trap…”

Instantly, Wan Danrong’s face lost all expression, and she broke into tears.

“Guo Mingyu, in order to kill the Sea Demon, charged at it with a Spiritual Stone and perished together with the Sea Demon,” Yang Tao’er said as she poured herself a cup of tea, gulped it down, and added, “Anyway, it’s total chaos now, they say the Tianye Demon has also emerged.”

“Tianye Demon?”

“Two layers of the Sealed Door of Hell Tower have been opened, one containing the Tianye Demon and its followers, the other containing Shangguan Heiqi and others.”

It was already dusk.

“Anyway, that’s the situation, I don’t know what to say, what will happen next, no one can be sure, but it’s already very chaotic.”

Wan Danrong started to pace back and forth.

“I’ll cook tonight, and later I’ll join you for a good drink,” Yang Tao’er said, not knowing what else she could say.

Wan Danrong’s mind was full of her master.

It grew dark, and Wan Danrong drank a lot, recounting many things about when she first met Ye Chen, from the first encounter to how she gradually fell in love with him.

She almost moved Yang Tao’er to tears.

“Don’t you believe what I’m saying?” Wan Danrong asked with a hint of drunkenness.

Yang Tao’er knew she was in pain and said, “I believe, I really do.”

“How could this happen.”

Seeing Wan Danrong, who was somewhat drunk, Yang Tao’er didn’t know what else she could say.

“How could he just leave like this, he has no conscience, I haven’t even formally confessed to him yet.”

“You’re drunk, let me take you back, don’t think about anything tonight, it will all pass.”

“But I haven’t finished talking yet.”

“We’ll continue tomorrow.” Yang Tao’er strenuously helped Wan Danrong back to her room and lit all the lanterns around, just as she was about to tidy up the room.

Suddenly, voices came from outside, startling her, wondering if some flower-picking thief could have come up the mountain—for such incidents were not unheard of—, who else would come to the mountain at this third watch, she hurried back to the room and grabbed a sword for self-defense.

However, she heard someone outside shouting, “Girl, hurry up and come help.”

They were already outside the gate.

The voice sounded so familiar, yet she couldn’t recall it, she drew her sword, stood at the door, and then the Red Demonic Spirit flashed in, having scaled over the fence, wanting to open the gate herself.

There she saw a man, carrying someone who looked like a drunk, his face not clearly visible.

“Red Demonic Spirit.” Of course, it wasn’t Yang Tao’er’s first encounter with him.

“It’s me.” The man, sweating profusely, carried Ye Chen in.

“Who’s there?” Before she could finish, she recognized him, how could it be Ye Chen.

“Hurry up and call your godfather out,” Red Demonic Spirit bellowed, “Crazy Divine Doctor, come out quickly, it’s a matter of life and death!”

The horseman laid Ye Chen down on a hunched over chair, and Yang Tao’er immediately came over to take his pulse.

“Stop shouting, my godfather has gone down the mountain.”

“What, is this fate? How could he leave the mountain at this time?”

In less than half an hour, Yang Tao’er had determined just how serious Ye Chen’s condition was and said, “We must move him to a room quickly.”

Ye Chen was in a daze, his life hanging by a thread.

“Where can we find your godfather?” asked the Red Demonic Spirit.

“I don’t know.”

“What about that girl Wan Danrong? Why isn’t she coming out to help?”

“She’s drunk; we just carried her back.”

“Drunk? How could she be drunk?”

Yang Tao’er explained, “She thought Ye Chen had died today; she cried all evening and just went to sleep.”

“Thought Ye Chen was dead,” the Red Demonic Spirit hurriedly gave the silver taels to the coachman, who left. Knowing how serious Ye Chen’s condition was, he said, “Where can we possibly find your godfather?”

“I told you, I don’t know where he has gone.”

“So, what do we do?” The Red Demonic Spirit was jumping up and down anxiously, with Ye Chen’s life possibly ending at any moment.

“Isn’t there still me!”

“You?” The Red Demonic Spirit looked over, suddenly as if remembering. Right, she was Divine Doctor Zhu’s daughter. After so many years, how could she not have learned a thing or two about healing? But he knew Ye Chen’s condition was serious and said, “Are you up to it?”

“If I’m not up to it, it’s up to you!” shook her head disapprovingly, Yang Tao’er remarked, “It’s all a mess.”

She was referring to Ye Chen’s Eight Extraordinary Meridians. At this point, the alcohol started affecting her too, and her head began to hurt.

“What’s all a mess?”

“Don’t you realize his pulse and vital energy are all in disarray?”

“He’s not going to die, is he?”

“If you don’t want him to die, come help quickly.”

“Strip off his clothes.”

“Are you planning to consummate your marriage with him right now? He’s not even capable of that,” suggested the Red Demonic Spirit.

Yang Tao’er glared at him and said, “Can’t you be serious for a moment? I need to perform acupuncture on him.”

“Of course,” the Red Demonic Spirit said while he helped strip off Ye Chen’s shirt, then asked, “Should I take off his pants, too?”

Yang Tao’er glared at him furiously.

“It probably isn’t necessary, and if it is, you can do it,” the Red Demonic Spirit quickly propped Ye Chen upright.

Whether he could hold on through the night was uncertain, Yang Tao’er brought over some silver needles and asked, “How did it come to this?”

The Red Demonic Spirit explained, “He was poisoned by a effeminate palm strike, knocked down a cliff by a shockwave. If I hadn’t desperately clung to a tree branch, he would have turned into a pool of blood by now and certainly wouldn’t have survived. But truly, thank goodness for your father’s miraculous pill, which has allowed him to hang on this far, or he’d be long gone.”

Her skilled acupuncture seemed indeed to be the real deal.

“Are you sure you can save him?”

“Let’s just get him through the night first,” said Yang Tao’er. “His pulse is all over the place right now. If it’s not corrected, not even a god could save him.” Although Yang Tao’er couldn’t cure him, she could help him last through the night, perhaps extend his life a bit longer, and draw out some of the poison.

“So we still have to wait for your godfather to return, right? When will he be back?”

“Should be in the next couple of days.”

“He really knows how to pick his moments,” muttered the Red Demonic Spirit, who was already hungry and wandered off, attracted by the smell of roasted meat.

Half an hour of acupuncture allowed Yang Tao’er to breathe a sigh of relief.

When the Red Demonic Spirit entered again, Ye Chen’s upper body was as prickled with needles as a hedgehog, his entire body, even his face, covered with silver needles.

Meanwhile, Yang Tao’er started yelling for help again. He found a huge wooden tub in the storeroom, intended for soaking in baths.

“Are you really preparing for a bath to spend the wedding night with him,” he joked, “afraid he’ll leave no descendants tonight?”

He was truly someone who couldn’t stop saying nonsense.

“Carry it to Ye Chen’s room.” The tub was moved to Ye Chen’s room. Yang Tao’er may not have been able to eliminate the poison in his body, but she had a way to drain some of it, making the toxicity less severe.

“Are you planning to bathe with him in his room, playing the mandarin ducks in the water?”

“Yeah, do you want to join us?” Yang Tao’er ran off to collect herbs from the pharmacy.

“I’m not particularly interested in a threesome’s play in the water; you two take your time,” said the Red Demonic Spirit.

“Lift him into the tub.”

“Should I strip his pants off to wash him cleaner?”

“Why don’t you strip off your pants?”

“I don’t wear pants.”

Yang Tao’er was busy collecting herbs.

“So, are we stripping his pants or not?” The Red Demonic Spirit genuinely didn’t understand what she was up to.

“No,” Yang Tao’er roared in frustration.

The Red Demonic Spirit was puzzled for a moment. Wasn’t it necessary to strip for a playful swim? He couldn’t figure it out, munching on a roast chicken leg, completely useless at this point. He nudged Ye Chen, “Hey, wake up. Yang Tao’er wants to play in the water with you, carry on your lineage.”

Ye Chen was just like he was fast asleep, having only his breath and warmth; anyone could strip him bare, and he probably wouldn’t care less.

Yang Tao’er, carrying a basketful of herbs, rushed into the kitchen without a word, washed a large pot, and started brewing a medicinal concoction.

It took about half an hour to bring the water to a boil, the thick aroma of medicine wafting through the air. After another half an hour, Yang Tao’er checked and felt that it was likely ready, calling out, “Bring the buckets over quickly.”