Chapter 35 : How Is He Worthy

Chapter 35: How Is He Worthy?

“Lord Jiang, I need to assess your recovery!”

Li Yunqing dispersed the Sword Intent in her hand, a trace of joy appearing between her brows as she spoke gently, “Only then can I determine the timing of the next treatment.”

With Frost Sword Intent and the Yin Spirit, combined with the Medicine King Scripture, she could fully withstand the power of the Thousand-Year Cold Poison.

Now, she only needed to understand the condition of the cold qi within Jiang Jing’s body.

If Jiang Jing’s physical body could endure it, the treatment could proceed faster.

And she could grow stronger more quickly as well.

Thinking of the enhancement to her Sword Intent and Medicine King Scripture, her bright eyes were filled with anticipation.

The moment Jiang Jing opened his eyes, he saw Li Yunqing standing before him, her brows like a painting, staring directly at him.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Her clear eyes seemed to contain starlight, their glimmers like endless tenderness.

Her long eyelashes fluttered as if whispering softly.

Her slightly upturned lips carried a pink hue, with two small canine teeth faintly visible within their softness, tempting one to explore.

Standing calmly with her hands lowered, her quiet and composed temperament flowed naturally.

Each blink of her lively eyes gave the feeling of gentle affection.

Looking at such a girl standing quietly before him, Jiang Jing subconsciously swallowed.

It was clearly an ordinary scene, yet it carried an indescribable charm.

Even more alluring than those demon women who deliberately acted coy and seductive.

It was a kind of quiet, natural charm—one that made people want to violently shatter that tranquility.

Jiang Jing clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to pull Li Yunqing into his arms.

Despite being in a steam-filled room, his voice grew even more dry and hoarse. “Alright.”

He nodded slightly, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, and placed his hand on the edge of the bath.

Li Yunqing raised her right hand and gently pressed it onto Jiang Jing’s wrist, her eyes filled with focus and seriousness as she listened to and felt his pulse.

Since it was a fair transaction, she would not be perfunctory—if anything, she became even more undistracted.

She also believed that a dignified Chief Commandant of the Demon Suppression Division would not treat her lightly.

Though she had no fame, she considered herself a Divine Physician—no less than Ghost Granny.

“Gulp!”

Feeling the soft, smooth touch on his wrist, carrying a faint coolness, Jiang Jing swallowed unconsciously, his mouth suddenly dry.

‘Such a woman is truly impossible to resist!’

This thought inexplicably arose in his mind.

Her skin was too exquisite—just that slight touch was enough to spark endless imagination, making one want to touch more.

For a moment, images of demon women clad in light gauze appeared in his mind.

His gaze could not help but shift toward Li Yunqing’s fully covered, conservative purple dress.

‘What would she look like in light gauze?’

At that thought, Jiang Jing’s heart began pounding violently.

Even his Middle Tier Qi Realm strength could not suppress it.

“Your heartbeat is very fast. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

Li Yunqing frowned slightly and spoke softly, her gaze turning toward Jiang Jing.

The cold poison within his body remained silent and had not erupted due to the extraction.

His internal organs were heavily damaged, but that was caused by years of the cold poison ravaging them.

With nourishment from True Qi, it was not a major issue.

As for his blood, tendons, and bones, though scarred, with the nourishment from her prepared medicine and the circulation of True Qi, it was also manageable.

Yet Jiang Jing’s heart was racing, his entire body tense—clearly enduring some kind of discomfort.

“Cough… it’s nothing. The water is too hot.”

Jiang Jing coughed lightly, feeling as though the heat in his chest was about to surge out of his throat.

Li Yunqing glanced at the bath. Wisps of steam rose gently—it clearly was not too hot.

Thinking this, she spoke seriously, “Your body has been ravaged by the cold poison for years and is severely damaged.”

“In your current state, we may need to wait a few more days before the next treatment.”

This man was her temporary support.

Though she did not detect abnormalities within him, she did not want to take risks during a critical period.

“No need. I can endure it. Let’s set it for three days later.”

Seeing Li Yunqing’s calm and serious expression, Jiang Jing quickly responded.

He felt somewhat helpless.

A fifteen-year-old girl, inexperienced in such matters, likely did not understand how much charm she possessed.

She could not possibly understand what he was feeling.

Especially with the medicinal bath—clearly filled with nourishing, yang-attributed herbs to suppress the cold.

It was only because he had endured years of cold poison torment and had strong willpower.

If it were anyone else, the girl before him would likely have already been devoured completely.

“Alright. Rest for now. Once the medicinal effects are fully absorbed, you can personally assess the treatment outcome.”

“That way, our transaction remains fair.”

After speaking, Li Yunqing turned and left the room, closing the door behind her, and stepped into the courtyard.

“So this is entering the ranks of martial arts?”

Feeling her flesh unified like a furnace, locking in the essence of her body, Li Yunqing lightly tapped the ground with her toes.

“Whoosh!”

In an instant, her body shot forward, her long hair streaming behind her, her clothes fluttering as even the wind became resistance.

“Bang!”

As soon as she landed, she stepped again, leaping into the air as if ascending, rising more than a meter above the ground before lightly stepping in midair and spinning down.

She then swiftly began performing the Thirty-Six Forms of the Mingyu Fist.

Her fists cut through the air as though striking water—that was the resistance of the air itself.

“My strength has increased by at least thirty percent!”

Feeling the abundant force within her body, her figure moved rapidly across the ground, her punches becoming increasingly fierce.

The sound of air bursting rang out continuously.

At great mastery, the Mingyu Fist could reach a thousand jin of strength. Even women, though physically weaker, could reach seven to eight hundred jin.

With the enhancement of Ice-Like Skin and Jade-Like Bones, her strength was not much different from that of an ordinary man.

After one round of skin tempering, stepping into the rank of a martial artist did not primarily increase strength, yet the improvement was still significant.

She clearly felt that her current self could likely suppress her previous self with just one hand.

“Skin tempering is like forging a furnace, locking in the body’s essence.”

“Tendon and bone tempering is where true strength lies. Internal organ tempering should enhance endurance and comprehensively improve the physique.”

At this moment, feeling the changes in her body, Li Yunqing gradually immersed herself in the fist technique.

As the experience of the Mingyu Fist increased, strands of Mingyu Force rapidly formed.

Once the force spread throughout her body like blood and qi, it would reach perfection.

Inside the room.

“Hoo…”

Jiang Jing let out a long breath, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

Yet in his mind still appeared Li Yunqing standing quietly in her purple dress, her expression gentle.

“A fair transaction…”

He murmured softly, and for the first time in a long while, a stiff smile appeared on his usually expressionless face.

“She’s different from other women.”

He had broken into the Qi Realm at twenty-four. Six years had passed, and he had seen countless women.

Though none matched Li Yunqing’s peerless beauty and jade-like skin, many were still considered beauties.

Yet none were like her—despite holding the advantage, she showed no greed, instead pursuing fairness.

Nor was she unreasonable or greedy. From beginning to end, she remained calm, composed, polite, and justified.

Such a woman seemed free of worldly desires, her heart tranquil and undisturbed—unlike a mortal woman.

Rather, she resembled a transcendent fairy walking the mortal world.

Yet with such beauty, skin, figure, and temperament, she radiated a charm that could not be ignored.

This was a charm he had never experienced before.

Even just now, in the room, there had been no desire in her eyes—only seriousness, complete focus.

And the more so, the more charming he found it.

The more he wanted to see her anger, her temper, her reactions when teased.

Perhaps it was a man’s instinct—even after years of suffering from cold poison, he was no exception.

“To think such a woman exists in this world… how interesting!”

Sensing that a strand of cold poison had truly been removed, anticipation appeared in Jiang Jing’s eyes.

He looked forward to the next treatment.

He rose from the bath, True Qi surging from his body. Steam rose, and within moments, his clothes dried completely.

“Very good. I can already use twenty percent of my True Qi.”

“Once the cold poison is fully removed, I may reach the Upper Tier of the Qi Realm.”

Putting on his outer robe, he felt his strength returning, and even his cold expression showed a hint of change.

With a faint smile at the corner of his lips, he pushed open the door.

In an instant, his gaze was drawn to the figure of the girl moving swiftly in the courtyard.

Completely different from her quiet state, yet her fist technique displayed a graceful feminine beauty.

Her chest, unable to be restrained by her clothes, moved with her motions, and her slender legs drove her rounded hips into enticing curves.

Every movement carried suggestive lines.

Her well-proportioned figure became even more striking, her charm flowing freely.

For a moment, the heat he had just suppressed surged again.

An uncontrollable sense of possessiveness instantly filled his chest.

“Such a woman… no one would not want her, right?”

“Such a woman will always belong to the strong.”

Jiang Jing’s brows lifted slightly.

Just like the current emperor, who ruled the Great Yu—his harem contained three thousand beauties, each unmatched.

In this martial world of demons, strength was supreme.

With the power to dominate the world, one never needed political marriages—actions were guided solely by personal will and desire.

Women of peerless beauty could only stand beside the strong, to be possessed and taken.

‘Jiang Yu of the Jiang Family—how is he worthy?’