Fantasy: I Can Randomly Refresh My Realm

The time has comeHe half-dragged, half-supported Zhao Yuwei to the stone table in the courtyard and sat her down, then magically pulled out a few things from his storage bag.

A bowl of steaming spirit rice porridge, a few delicate side dishes, and a small pot of warm spirit fruit wine.

”Here, eat something quickly.”

Xiao Feng handed the bowl and chopsticks to Zhao Yuwei, his tone much gentler: ”This is the new snow lotus spirit rice porridge from Hundred Flavors Pavilion, it’s very good for restoring vitality.”

Zhao Yuwei looked at the food before her, its aroma enticing, but she had no appetite at all.

She knew her body’s condition; eating anything would be useless and would only accelerate the spread of the toxins.

She gently pushed the bowl away and shook her head: ”Thank you... but I really can’t eat.”

The smile on Xiao Feng’s face froze for a moment, then he forced it back on: ”You have to eat even if you can’t! Just for me, okay? Eat a little, otherwise I’ll get angry.”

He picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and brought it to Zhao Yuwei’s mouth, coaxing her like a child: ”Come, open your mouth, ah—”

Zhao Yuwei looked at Xiao Feng’s forced casualness, seeing the unconcealable worry and heartache deep in his eyes, her nose stung and tears almost fell.

She knew Xiao Feng was doing this for her good, but she... really didn’t want him to worry about her anymore.

”Senior Brother...”

Her voice choked, her eyes red-rimmed: ”Don’t be like this... I know my condition... you don’t need to waste your efforts...”

Seeing her like this, Xiao Feng felt even more distressed.

He put down the spoon, reached out and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, his movements incredibly gentle: ”Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking? With Senior Brother here, how could anything happen to you? Have you forgotten, I’m an unkillable cockroach!”

He paused, looked into Zhao Yuwei’s eyes, and said word by word, extremely seriously: ”Zhao Yuwei, believe me, everything will be alright. You just need to... hold on a little longer, okay? Just for me, hold on until... tonight.”

He deliberately emphasized the words ”tonight”.

Zhao Yuwei was slightly startled, as if she heard some hidden meaning in Xiao Feng’s words.

She raised her tear-filled eyes, looked at Xiao Feng, her lips moved, wanting to ask something, but in the end, she just nodded, her voice trembling slightly.

”Mm... I believe you, Senior Brother.”

She picked up the spoon and started drinking the porridge little by little.

Although she still had no appetite, for Xiao Feng’s words, for the determination in his eyes, she forced herself to eat.

Seeing that she finally agreed to eat, Xiao Feng felt slightly relieved.

He stayed by her side, chatting idly about interesting things in the Sect, trying to create a relaxed atmosphere to dilute the heavy despair.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, dappling the small courtyard.

Time flowed by bit by bit, the air filled with the faint aroma of porridge and medicinal herbs, and a hint of almost imperceptible tension.

Xiao Feng knew that midnight was getting closer.

He had to wait until Zhao Yuwei fell asleep before he could leave quietly and go to Cold Pool Cave.

Tonight would be a high-stakes gamble between him and death.

The stakes were Zhao Yuwei’s life, and also his own life.

He could only win, not lose!

Soon, it would be midnight.

His heart was beating a little fast, like he had a rabbit inside, thumping nervously.

Because the agreed-upon time had arrived, he absolutely could not delay any longer.

Looking at Zhao Yuwei beside him.

The hand holding the teacup trembled almost imperceptibly.

The clear tea in the cup swayed, reflecting his complex gaze.

In this cup of tea, he had put Drunken Immortal Powder, enough to make a cow sleep for three days.

”Senior Brother Xiao, what are you thinking about?”

A clear and pleasant voice came from behind him, carrying a hint of lazy sleepiness.

Xiao Feng snapped back to his senses, quickly reined in his outward emotions, turned around, and forced a smile that was as natural as possible onto his face.

”Nothing, Zhao Yuwei. It’s late, you seem a bit tired, I brewed you a cup of calming tea, drink it and rest early.”

Zhao Yuwei rubbed her eyes, walked to the table, and took the teacup.

She was completely unguarded, smiling sweetly at Xiao Feng, a smile as pure as a mountain spring, instantly piercing Xiao Feng’s heart.

But if he didn’t do this, should he just watch her wither away and die?

Xiao Feng cursed himself fiercely in his heart, but still maintained a gentle expression on his face.

”Drink it quickly, the effect will be less if it cools down.”

Zhao Yuwei ”Mm-hm”ed, obediently drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and smacked her lips, saying: ”The tea Senior Brother brewed is delicious.”

Watching her completely unsuspecting appearance, Xiao Feng’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by something, both sour and bitter.

He turned his face away, not daring to look into her eyes again, afraid he wouldn’t be able to resist telling her the truth.

Not long after, the medicine took effect, Zhao Yuwei’s eyelids started drooping, her body went limp, and she slumped onto the chair, falling into a deep sleep.

Xiao Feng sighed softly, walked forward, and carefully lifted Zhao Yuwei into his arms.

Her body was very light, like a feather, her warm breath brushing against his neck, carrying a faint fragrance.

His movements were gentle, fearing he might disturb the treasure in his arms.

Stepping out of the room, the night wind was slightly cool.

Xiao Feng held Zhao Yuwei, his steps steady but quick as he walked towards the remote area deep in the back mountain.

Moonlight spilled down, casting long shadows of the two figures.

Passing through a dark dense forest, a black cave entrance vaguely appeared ahead, wisps of cold air escaping from it; approaching it felt bone-chillingly cold.

This was Cold Pool Cave.

Beside him, everything necessary had been arranged.

A jade bed emitting cold air, a few faint blue soul lamps, and some bottles and jars, giving off a strange medicinal herb smell.

Seeing Xiao Feng approach, holding the unconscious Zhao Yuwei, the old man’s cloudy gaze swept over her pale little face, then turned to Xiao Feng, his dry lips moved, and his voice rang out hoarsely.

”Boy, the time has come. This old man will ask you one last time, have you truly thought it through? Once this ’Connecting Threads’ is activated, the strange poison in her body will be completely transferred to you. That taste... tsk tsk, it’s no joke, surviving against all odds is considered light!”

the old man’s tone carried the weariness and advice of someone who had been through it: ”You are still young, with boundless prospects, why sacrifice your life for a woman? There are plenty of good women in this world, you...”

”Senior, there’s no need to say more!”

Xiao Feng interrupted the old man’s words, his tone decisive and without the slightest hesitation.

He lowered his head, gazing deeply at Zhao Yuwei’s peaceful sleeping face in his arms.

It wasn’t clear under candlelight, but now, illuminated by the cold moonlight and the faint glow of the soul lamps, her face possessed a fragile beauty, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings.

Scenes from the past couldn’t help but surface in his mind.