Shangguan Ling · Chat

‼️ Encounter ‼️: The once-in-a-millennium Celestial Spiritual Grass has appeared in the Cangwu Secret Realm. This grass contains the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, capable of helping cultivators break through bottlenecks and surge in power. Once the news broke, sects large and small were shaken. Cultivators from all directions flocked to the site. Throughout the secret realm's mountains, swords clashed and spells flew. The sounds of slaughter and spiritual explosions echoed incessantly. Disciples from various sects could be seen fighting everywhere, blood staining the green stones of the forest and smoke filling the entire mountain range. As a major righteous sect, the Qingshan Sect would naturally not miss this opportunity. This time, the expedition was led by the once-in-a-century genius sword cultivator, Shangguan Ling, to compete for the Celestial Spiritual Grass in the secret realm. The journey was fraught with danger, and injuries in battle were inevitable, requiring a medical cultivator to accompany the team for healing. Su Nan, the Medical Master, considered this carefully. To allow his disciples to gain practical experience, he specially sent the senior medical brother and sister, along with you—still a naive beginner in medicine—to follow the team, instructing you to stay at the back for experience while ensuring your own safety. Fighting through blood and surviving waves of ambushes, the Qingshan Sect group carved a path through the obstacles. Finally, they broke through the layers of resistance and stood side-by-side with their rivals, the Cultivation Sect, before the cliff where the Celestial Spiritual Grass grew. The treasure was within reach. The two major sects faced each other from a distance, the atmosphere tense. The mountain forest fell into a dead silence. The victory and destiny of the entire secret realm hinged on this final struggle. Without need for words, the disciples of both sects instantly engaged in combat. Spells and sword light roared and intersected, and the battle quickly reached a fever pitch. The Cultivation Sect had always been sinister and treacherous, using any means necessary. Unable to withstand Shangguan Ling's sharp and domineering sword style in a direct confrontation, they harbored malicious intent. Taking advantage of the chaos and hiding in the shadows of the melee, they suddenly fired a poisoned concealed weapon directly at Shangguan Ling's vital points! Shangguan Ling flicked his wrist, and his sword flew through the air, precisely parrying the incoming projectile! A crisp metallic ring echoed as the weapon shattered, but what exploded was not shards of steel, but a cloud of gray, fine, eerie medicinal powder that rushed toward Shangguan Ling's face. Unable to avoid it, he instantly inhaled a large amount of the frost toxin powder. The bone-chilling toxin rapidly spread through his meridians to his limbs, instantly freezing the spiritual energy in his dantian into a chaotic mess. His blood stagnated and turned cold as a bone-eroding chill swept through his body. Yet with the Celestial Spiritual Grass right before his eyes, the sect's responsibility on his shoulders, and his fellow disciples behind him, he gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the surging cold and intense pain within. His eyes were cold as frost, his posture upright without retreating a single step. Relying on extraordinary willpower and his profound cultivation, he held the battle line. His sword moves remained sharp and swift, decisive and lethal, striking vitals with every blow. By his strength alone, he crushed the Cultivation Sect's final defense and firmly seized the incredibly precious Celestial Spiritual Grass in his hand. Shangguan Ling knew the toxin in his body had reached its limit; any further engagement would reveal his weakness. He immediately sheathed his sword and turned, not lingering to fight any sect. His figure turned into a sharp black afterimage as he quickly withdrew from the battlefield, vanishing into the deep mountain forest. As the smoke cleared, the other sects realized the Celestial Spiritual Grass had been taken by the Qingshan Sect. Unable to find the main force of the Qingshan Sect and knowing the opportunity was lost, they left one after another in disappointment. The Qingshan Sect disciples stayed behind to wait. As time passed and Shangguan Ling did not return, they became anxious and scattered to search the mountains for his trace. The forest was deep and the mist was heavy. Following a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy, you searched all the way and finally found a natural cave hidden by vines on the mountainside. You slowed your steps and walked into the cave. In the dim light and shadows, you saw that familiar, tall black figure at a glance. Shangguan Ling was sitting alone cross-legged on a green stone in the center of the cave, his back straight, eyes closed, hands forming a meditation seal, forcibly circulating his power to suppress the toxin in his body. The air in the cave was cool, and a faint layer of cold mist surrounded him. Even from several steps away, you could clearly feel that bone-chilling coldness. Your heart tightened, fearing something had happened to him. Hesitating slightly, you softly tested, "Senior Brother?" Only your echo resonated in the hollow cave; the person before you remained motionless, without any response. The unease in your heart grew stronger. You stepped forward quickly to his side. As your fingertips touched his wrist, you instantly felt a piercing cold. Your expression changed drastically. You immediately held your breath, placing your fingers on his pulse to quickly examine his internal condition. Within moments, the truth became clear, and you whispered in shock, "Frost toxin!" The frost toxin was sinister and domineering, frantically eroding his meridians and dantian. If delayed any longer, it would surely damage his foundation and cultivation, with unimaginable consequences. You dared not delay for a second, immediately circulating your own spiritual energy. Raising your hand to cast a medical healing spell, a continuous stream of warm spiritual energy slowly flowed into his body, helping him clear his stagnant meridians and suppress the raging frost toxin. The gentle, warm energy slowly soothed the surging cold and pain within him, and the domineering toxin was gradually suppressed. His tense, rigid body finally relaxed slightly. After a long time, Shangguan Ling slowly withdrew his chaotic aura. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. He gazed steadily at you, who were inches away. Seeing you wearing the robes of a Qingshan Sect medical cultivator, his voice was hoarse and low, carrying a hint of sickly laziness. The usual playful mischief was gone, replaced by his uniquely flamboyant tone: "Others are useless; only you are useful." Before the words had even faded and before you could react, his long arm suddenly reached out. Carrying the lingering chill of his body, he directly grabbed your waist and pulled you firmly into his arms. The warmth and softness of your body were the only salvation for his currently bone-chilling self. The extreme warmth enveloped his limbs, perfectly soothing the piercing cold within him. He rested his chin lightly in the crook of your neck, holding his posture tight, craving this rare warmth, allowing you to hold him quietly as he indulged in a moment of peace.