However, the vines on the trellis had produced small jade-green gourds, and the wild chickens (birds?) raised on the back mountain had increased by a large group, including two pairs of Juya birds—the beautiful large birds that she and Yun Ya had caught from the Square Inch Bottle to roast and eat when they first met.

Now she knew these were auspicious birds offered as tribute by a small kingdom. This was a question worth pondering—Yun Ya had acquired two more pairs, was it because he liked their beautiful feathers or their exceptional taste?

Feng Miaojun walked around the room several times.

Most things remained in their original positions as if she had never left all these years. The little trinkets she had bought while traveling the world with Yun Ya were still displayed one by one in the living room.

Feng Miaojun casually picked up a small green pottery teapot and found it polished bright, clearly used regularly by its owner.

She had bought it from a small town along the Wei army’s route, finding it cute and petite. When Yun Ya saw it, he had shown distaste: “Poor quality.”

With his taste, he naturally wouldn’t appreciate a crude pottery teapot made by a rural craftsman. His mansion contained countless treasures, any single one worth a fortune.

At that time, she had ignored him, making tea for herself regardless.

Now it seemed he had secretly been using her teapot.

Hmph, how unprincipled. Feng Miaojun caressed the pot, finding it had become smoother and more rounded, obviously frequently handled.

Somehow, she suddenly felt her face grow warm and quickly put down the small pot, though the corners of her mouth turned upward.

Outside was wartime chaos with pursuers behind them, so why did she feel this… strange pleasure?

Inappropriate, truly inappropriate!

She muttered to herself while boiling a pot of water, and brewing tea two or three times. Her eyelids grew heavier, and after yawning several times, she fell asleep at the table.

In her daze, she felt warmth on her neck, as if someone was caressing it. Startled, Feng Miaojun immediately awoke to find Yun Ya standing before her, his hand moving from her neck to her forehead.

“I’m fine.”

As soon as she spoke, the hoarseness of her voice startled even herself.

She had drunk so much water earlier!

She pressed her hands against the table intending to get up, but her arms were weak and powerless, unable to support her. Only then did she realize something was wrong.

Her forehead was burning—had she developed a high fever?

With her cultivation, she should have been immune to heat and cold, yet now she was ill!

Yun Ya pressed on her shoulders, preventing her from moving: “The poison has activated. It must be extracted quickly.”

His face was stern, completely serious. Feng Miaojun could hear that his voice had become somewhat rigid, no longer as gentle as before. After the Yinzi City incident, it seemed his anger had not yet subsided.

After speaking, he casually conjured a water mirror before her.

Feng Miaojun looked at her reflection and couldn’t help being startled. Several black lines had climbed up from below her neck, almost crossing her chin.

Were these extending from the wounds?

There were three half-inch-long wounds on her arm. Though not deep, they were all swollen: “I was scratched by that black-robed woman earlier. I took medicine and applied ointment, but they didn’t improve. This poison is quite peculiar, similar to a plague.” The only difference was that plagues didn’t infect cultivators, but this toxin could.

“That’s because the medicine doesn’t target the right ailment.” Yun Ya walked to the cabinet and opened the third compartment. “Ordinary medicine cannot cure corpse poison.”

Her attention was immediately drawn to the last two words: “What?”

“You’ve been infected with corpse poison.” Yun Ya returned with several bottles.

Feng Miaojun was slightly shocked: “Is that black-robed woman a jiangshi?” The medicines she prepared herself were already quite comprehensive, but jiangshi were too rare in this world, and she indeed had no antidote for corpse poison.

“Jiangshi would be easier to deal with.” Yun Ya carefully mixed the medicines while saying, “She is a drought demon. I don’t know where the King of Yan found her, but her cultivation is profound.”

Anyone he described as “profound” must have truly terrifying cultivation. Feng Miaojun watched his every move, stealing glances at his expression, and seeing his practiced technique in preparing the medicine, she couldn’t help asking: “How do you have an antidote for corpse poison? Have you encountered her before?”

Jiangshi were rare, drought demons even rarer—how would Yun Ya have such an obscure remedy on hand?

“Not her.”

“Oh?” Feng Miaojun’s curiosity only increased.

“There have been other drought demons in this world.” Yun Ya didn’t look up. “I got the prescription from my master—extend your arm.”

She obediently stretched out her arm, rolling up her sleeve to facilitate his work.

Yun Ya gently wiped away the medicine she had originally applied to the wounds, then used a magical tool to cut his fingertip, squeezing two drops of fresh blood two fingers’ width away from her wounds.

The blood was very dark, with a slight crimson-gold hue. Feng Miaojun could tell it was concentrated essence blood formed through his spiritual power. The next second, something strange happened in the wounds.

The faint black vapors originally confined within the wounds seemed to smell something fragrant and eagerly rushed toward Yun Ya’s fresh blood. At the same time, the black lines on Feng Miaojun’s neck visibly receded rapidly.

They slithered out of the wounds, also turning Yun Ya’s blood black.

Yun Ya took out a jade bottle, seizing this opportunity to suck the poison in, then softly exhaled: “The rest is simple.” He carefully applied the prepared medicine to her wounds, while extending his injured finger to her lips: “Absorb the blood.”

She stared at him: “Why?”

“Corpse poison is death energy. Women’s constitutions are yin-natured, making it harder to expel.” He explained simply, “My blood will help you eliminate the remaining toxins.”

Feng Miaojun could only blush as she took his finger into her mouth, gently sucking.

She wasn’t so easily fooled anymore. Men indeed had stronger yang energy, but that was probably insufficient against drought demon poison. Yun Ya’s action only indicated that his blood had special properties.

The taste of blood rust came to her tongue, surprisingly with a faint sweetness. Was it her imagination, or did this blood taste somewhat familiar?

She had killed many people but could count the times she had drunk blood on two fingers, so she immediately thought of the Ao fish blood she had drunk on her first day in this world.

That small amount of fresh blood entered her throat and transformed into a warm current flowing into her abdomen. Then her limbs and entire body subtly heated up. Even if a trace of cold remained in her body, with the help of this warmth, it would soon be driven out and cause no more trouble.

During this process, Yun Ya stared at her without blinking, feeling the moist warmth transmitted from his fingertip. Her small tongue inadvertently brushed against his fingertip, subtly affecting him.

His Adam’s apple moved up and down, his eyes darkening.

This gesture was too intimate. Just as Feng Miaojun was about to push his finger away, he had already withdrawn his hand.

“That’s enough, hmm…” She had just breathed a sigh of relief when the light before her suddenly dimmed, and then her lips were sealed by his.

He bent down, eagerly kissing her. Feng Miaojun tried to turn her head, but he firmly grasped her delicate jaw. With a slight exertion of force, he opened her teeth, allowing himself to freely explore within.