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Chapter 67: Never Have Peace Journey
Yu Ruomei looked puzzled by Aldrian’s words. What bigger picture? They were only talking about that night, yet he had already grasped something more? She thought he must know something she didn’t.
"Do you want to see this through to the end?" Aldrian asked.
"What do you mean?" she replied, but then the meaning behind his question dawned on her, making her tremble.
"I can cure your condition. The poison inside your body is potent, but it’s still within my capabilities. Actually, it’s quite easy for me. I just didn’t tell the whole truth to Yu Fenglian," Aldrian explained. He wasn’t lying when he said they needed a Duke stage physician to cure the poison. After all, the typical method to expel both Duke stage energy and the poison is by using energy at the Duke level or higher.
But Aldrian knew his golden energy was unique, able to encompass everything. His energy could change according to his will, it could be the most potent healing substance or the deadliest poison. It sounded almost ridiculous, like a cheat ability, and he had been surprised when he first discovered it. But it had since become one of his trump cards. The fewer people who knew about this, the better—not that he cared much if word about his golden energy eventually got out.
"Are you serious, young master?" Yu Ruomei’s voice trembled. Could her condition, could be solved with the appearance of this young man?
"It’s not a complete lost cause. Your body must be strong to have withstood the poison for so long. You have a special constitution, I assume?" 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Yu Ruomei sighed. "Yes, I have the Demonic Night Constitution. Among demon cultivators, this constitution grants the possessor a resilient body and compatibility with wind and darkness elements."
"No wonder," Aldrian said," your dantian and meridian system are quite unusual. Even though the poison has already dried out your middle dantian and all your meridians, your body is still trying to repel it on its own. But without your energy, it’s not enough, because the poison is consuming both your energy and your cultivation network."
Upon hearing this, Yu Ruomei immediately bowed to Aldrian, her upper body bent forward.
"Please, cure me. I want to be of help to you if necessary, but for selfish reasons, I want to see with my own eyes the end of those who destroyed my family," she said.
Aldrian smiled. "It’s good that you have that kind of spirit. Even if it’s driven by revenge or a desire for justice, you don’t have to let your self-hatred consume you." He then focused his energy, directing it into her body. His hand, still holding hers, began to glow with a golden hue, a sight that mesmerized Yu Ruomei.
Aldrian’s energy spread throughout her body, without exception. Every cell, every microorganism was enveloped by his energy, and with his will, he altered its properties to become a healing force. The effects were immediate, as her pale body slowly began to regain color. Although still malnourished, her skin appeared much healthier, no longer dry but smoother with each passing moment.
The poison, deeply embedded in her middle dantian, was swiftly purified. When the golden energy enveloped the poison, it dissolved, leaving behind only pure energy that Yu Ruomei’s body could absorb. Her broken meridians followed suit, many were rotting, but within seconds, they were restored to their original healthy state, even growing stronger than before. Next, her muscles and tendons were rejuvenated. Having been bedridden for so long, they had become stiff, but now they were revitalized.
Once her body was fully healed and Aldrian sensed no lingering problems, he withdrew his hand. In his palm was a black blob, the extracted poison. Yu Ruomei was astonished by Aldrian’s ability to remove the some of the poison so seamlessly. She had only felt comfort throughout the process, not a single moment of pain. And to think he said he wasn’t a physician!
Aldrian then handed Yu Ruomei a pill containing enough energy to replenish a Marquess stage cultivator. As for the black blob, he condensed it into a pill like form and stored it in his storage ring.
He watched as Yu Ruomei circulated the energy after consuming the pill. Placing both hands on her back, he helped her guide the energy through her body, aiding her in adjusting to her newly restored state. With the combination of the pill and his golden energy, her previously malnourished body began to show signs of vitality.
A few minutes later, the transformation was complete. The sickly woman, who had once been confined to her deathbed, now stood like a new person—with a beautiful face, a curvaceous figure, and a healthy complexion. Yu Ruomei, testing her newfound strength, stood up without difficulty. In the past, even standing had caused unbearable pain.
She walked slowly around the room, marveling at the absence of pain. After a moment, she stopped and looked down at herself, astonished at the transformation. A single tear rolled down her cheek, unbidden.
She wiped her eyes and turned toward Aldrian, before kowtowing in gratitude.
"Thank you for your generosity. I, Yu Ruomei, will never forget your help, young master. I will do my best to repay this kindness," she said.
"Stand up," Aldrian replied. "You’re healthy now, and I’ve also strengthened your cultivation foundation. From here on, you can cultivate like any other cultivator. I hope you’ll assist me in my journey through the demon territory."
Yu Ruomei stood, smiling—a genuine smile, the first in three years of pain and despair. Just then, the door swung open, and Yu Fenglian stood frozen, stunned by the sight of his mother, healthy and standing with ease. Aldrian had already granted the boy permission to enter via sound transmission.
"Mother!" he cried, rushing to embrace her. Yu Ruomei smiled, her tears returning as she hugged her son tightly.
Aldrian smiled as he watched the mother and son. It gave him a sense of satisfaction to see them experience happiness, even if only for this moment.
"I’m sorry to interrupt, but I think we should leave this place," Aldrian said to the mother and son.
Yu Ruomei and her son looked at him in confusion, but she soon understood what he meant when she sensed several people outside her home. There were three of them, and from Aldrian’s perception, they were all at the Marquess stage. Quite a grand presence, considering this area.
"You two stay here. I’ll handle this," Aldrian said before stepping outside. As he exited, he was greeted by three men dressed in red-black robes, each bearing the symbol of twin peaks on their garments.
"What do we owe the honor of a visit from the city lord’s manor?" Aldrian asked. "If you don’t mind, let’s speak outside. The house is too small to accommodate us."
"We are here as envoys of the city lord’s manor," said the man in front. "We demand an explanation for your association with two criminals who have conspired with devils."
Aldrian was silent for a moment, studying the men.
"What nonsense. The city lord’s manor must have been keeping an eye on Yu Ruomei. They must know her son was released from the city guard’s headquarters. This visit is just to test me," he thought.
"What criminals?" Aldrian finally said. "I don’t see any criminals conspiring with devils."
"Don’t feign ignorance," the envoy snapped. "The two inside are the criminals who conspired with the devils. You’d best explain yourself, or we’ll assume you’re in league with them."
"How about this," Aldrian replied calmly. "Let me speak with the city lord personally. I’ll explain everything to him."
"Who do you think you are?!" one of the men shouted. "This matter doesn’t require the involvement of the city lord."
"Is that so? Too bad, then. You can come find me when your city lord is willing to meet," Aldrian said. He turned to head back into the house when, suddenly, a throwing knife imbued with energy shot toward him at high speed. He dodged effortlessly, catching the blade between two fingers before throwing it back at its sender.
In that moment, more than four figures dressed in black robes and masks appeared, surrounding Aldrian from above. The knife, now flying even faster, caught one of them off guard. It pierced the forehead of one of the masked men, killing him instantly.
The remaining attackers were stunned. How could an Earl-stage cultivator kill a High Marquess with such ease? That was more than an entire realm’s difference in power!
"Really, I never have a peaceful journey wherever I go. Is this a curse or a blessing?" Aldrian muttered.
His words, and the fact that he seemed more annoyed than frightened, unnerved them. They could see in his expression that he wasn’t the least bit afraid of them. If anything, he seemed stronger than they had anticipated. Aldrian’s gaze swept over each of them before he spoke again.
"Come. You’d better make your move quickly, and after this, I’ll personally pay a visit to the city lord’s manor."
