Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1210 - 1135: Severely Wounded Again

At this moment, the bodies of Ye Qingfeng, Piao Xue, and Little Yue were rapidly falling. Ye Qingfeng used the last bit of his weak Divine Sense to control the Flying Sword, trying to save himself.

The Flying Sword had just flown into mid-air, but Ye Qingfeng was too weak. The Divine Sense broke off, and the Flying Sword fell directly down. Ye Qingfeng’s consciousness also grew increasingly hazy, unable to sustain, he directly fainted.

Ye Qingfeng’s body directly fell toward the hundred-zhang high peak below.

By the time Ye Qingfeng awoke, he had no idea how much time had passed. Beside him was a small stream, the sound of the flowing water gradually entered Ye Qingfeng’s ears.

Ye Qingfeng weakly opened his eyes. He was too weak now, his physical body had once again been injured.

This time, before falling off the cliff, Ye Qingfeng had been severely injured by the explosion of the Evil Yin Qi, making the fall even more terrifying.

If it wasn’t for Ye Qingfeng’s improved Cultivation from the time he spent in the West, he might truly have been in mortal danger this time.

But now, Ye Qingfeng felt very uncomfortable. He felt as if his internal organs were damaged, like they had been shattered.

Right now, if an ordinary person passed by, they could probably kill Ye Qingfeng.

"Master, you’re awake?" At this moment, a crisp voice sounded, and a delicate face appeared before Ye Qingfeng.

"Are you Piao Xue or Little Yue?" Ye Qingfeng asked weakly, lying on the ground.

He couldn’t use his Divine Sense and was so weak that he couldn’t tell the twin sisters apart.

"Piao Xue."

Ye Qingfeng nodded and said no more. He was too weak now; speaking even one sentence made him feel pain, as if his chest would be torn apart.

Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng felt his mouth dry. With all his Spiritual Energy gone, used for life-saving and body repair, without Spiritual Energy, Ye Qingfeng could no longer maintain a state of not eating or drinking for long.

Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng felt a hint of sweetness on his lips. It turned out that Piao Xue had scooped a handful of stream water with her pale hand and brought it to Ye Qingfeng’s mouth.

Ye Qingfeng slightly parted his lips, letting Piao Xue pour the stream water into his mouth.

The clean water flowed slowly into Ye Qingfeng’s mouth, making him feel much better at once. However, swallowing it was somewhat uncomfortable, and the movement of his throat caused some pain.

Because much of the water trickled away through the gaps in Piao Xue’s fingers, only a little actually went into Ye Qingfeng’s mouth.

After tasting the stream water, Ye Qingfeng felt even more thirsty. However, he didn’t want to speak again; asking one question earlier had already made his chest feel like it was splitting apart.

But Piao Xue understood Ye Qingfeng well. Indeed, more clean water poured into Ye Qingfeng’s mouth, and the sweet stream water made Ye Qingfeng comfortable.

Just then, Ye Qingfeng felt something was amiss. His lips felt somewhat warm, and when Ye Qingfeng moved slightly, he saw that Piao Xue was feeding him water with her lips.

After all the stream water flowed into Ye Qingfeng’s mouth, Piao Xue bent her body down to the stream, scooped some more with her mouth, and completely filled her mouth with it.

Then, supporting herself on the grass, she aligned her lips with Ye Qingfeng’s and gently delivered the water into his mouth.

Ye Qingfeng felt a bit odd.

Though this method was indeed better than using hands, surely there were many other ways to solve this without feeding water by mouth, right?

But Ye Qingfeng lay on the ground, powerless to resist. He had a strange feeling, as if someone was taking advantage of him while he was weak and unable to fight back.

Am I being tainted while helpless?

Fortunately, Ye Qingfeng wasn’t someone with a mental purity complex. He didn’t care about such things, plus Piao Xue was also very beautiful. Now Ye Qingfeng knew that Piao Xue and Little Yue were still very innocent.

Unlike Liluo, Duoduo, and Shui Yiyi, these women had sacrificed much for Ye Qingfeng, making him feel touched and not wanting to delay them.

But Piao Xue and Little Yue were different. In Ye Qingfeng’s heart, they were merely subordinates, nothing more.

Piao Xue didn’t know Ye Qingfeng’s thoughts and silently continued to use her small mouth to feed stream water into Ye Qingfeng’s mouth, one sip at a time.

Finally, after Piao Xue had given Ye Qingfeng seven or eight sips of stream water, Ye Qingfeng felt a lot better.

He closed his mouth, and Piao Xue immediately understood Ye Qingfeng’s meaning. However, she still pressed her lips against his one last time, but the stream water sadly just flowed past Ye Qingfeng’s lips.

Ye Qingfeng once again felt like someone was taking advantage.

Ye Qingfeng no longer paid her any mind, closed his eyes, and allowed his body to slowly recover.

The stronger one’s power becomes, the more resilient the body, but when seriously injured, recovery also becomes more difficult. Even with Elixir, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t quickly recover.

It wasn’t until half a day had passed that Ye Qingfeng finally felt somewhat better, with a lot of the discomfort dissipating.

When Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes, he found that Piao Xue was gone. Without his Divine Sense, there was no way to know Piao Xue’s position for the time being.

Ye Qingfeng wasn’t worried. He wanted to sit up but still found himself unable. His whole body felt like the bones were shattered, leaving him unable to move.

Luckily, at the time, he had protected Piao Xue and Little Yue; otherwise, he would be alone now. Alone in such desolate surroundings would be troublesome.

Just as Ye Qingfeng was thinking more, Piao Xue’s graceful figure appeared, holding a few green wild fruits in her hands, walking to Ye Qingfeng’s side.

"Master, are you hungry?" Piao Xue asked respectfully.

"Hungry."

Ye Qingfeng spoke frankly. Without Spiritual Energy now, he needed to eat as well.

Even saying this in front of Piao Xue made Ye Qingfeng feel a bit ashamed; it didn’t quite fit his usual aloof image around her.

Luckily, Ye Qingfeng wasn’t someone concerned with image; losing face was better than starving.

Upon hearing Ye Qingfeng, Piao Xue gave a faint smile, seemingly surprised by Ye Qingfeng’s directness. The word "hungry" sounded somewhat pitiful.

Piao Xue understood that Ye Qingfeng couldn’t eat directly now. She bit into a wild fruit, chewed it up, and then mouth-to-mouth fed it into Ye Qingfeng’s mouth.

With the earlier experience of drinking water, the two synchronized quite well. At this point, Ye Qingfeng naturally wasn’t picky and quietly swallowed.

After feeding Ye Qingfeng two wild fruits, Piao Xue ate the remaining one herself.

By this time, Ye Qingfeng really felt much better.

"Help me sit up," Ye Qingfeng said.