LRAB Chapter 53 New Uses for Blue Silver Grass
Chapter 53 New Uses for Blue Silver Grass
Chapter 53 New Uses for Blue Silver Grass
"Do you have a medicine cauldron or alchemy furnace here?"
"No, get out!"
Lin Feng tried asking a question. Youxiang Qiluo Xianpin's reply was crisp and decisive, even carrying a hint of annoyance at being bothered.
The two people and the flower parted on bad terms.
Lin Feng touched his nose, not paying much attention.
He looked down at the mountain of rare and precious materials that Tang Ya had taken out of her storage soul tool, and felt that being scolded a couple of times was nothing.
Six kinds of rare treasures aged 100,000 years, seventeen kinds of precious herbs aged 10,000 years, and no less than three hundred kinds of spiritual plants aged over 1,000 years—this harvest is enough to make any empire or power envious.
"It's getting late, and the wind is strong in the valley at night. Let's set up camp first," Lin Feng said to Tang Ya, turning his gaze away from the scene.
"Okay." Tang Ya nodded and naturally took out the tent and other items from the storage bag.
"Uh—" Lin Feng paused, then awkwardly spread his hands. "I forgot my storage device is destroyed, now—"
It seems we only have one tent.
Tang Ya paused slightly as she laid out the sleeping mat, a faint blush creeping up her ears. She didn't look up, her voice soft yet clear: "No—it's alright. One tent—it's enough."
After saying that, she glanced at Lin Feng quickly, then lowered her head again, pretending to be focused on tidying up the ropes beside her. However, the tips of her red ears betrayed the shyness and quietly growing thoughts in her heart.
The tents were quickly set up, and a campfire was lit.
After a quick meal, the two, whose nerves had been on edge for over ten days, were finally able to lie down and get a good night's sleep.
The tent wasn't very spacious, and Tang Ya shyly buried her face in Lin Feng's chest, her arms naturally encircling his neck as she snuggled closer to him.
Through the thin clothes, they could clearly feel each other's warm body temperature and the rapid heartbeats of each other, though they couldn't tell whose heart was whose.
Tang Ya was in a state of turmoil. Although she had slept with Lin Feng like this before, this time was completely different. During the ten days or so that Lin Feng's fate remained uncertain in Yangquan, she was almost overwhelmed by boundless despair.
He was truly beside her at that moment, his warm breath brushing against her forehead, which gave her a strong sense of unreality, as if she was afraid that if she let go, all of this would disappear.
Lin Feng was also unable to concentrate at this moment. The moment he hugged Tang Ya's soft and delicate body, he felt a sense of unreality, as if he had survived a catastrophe.
The bright moonlight streamed through the tent's skylight. Lin Feng held the slightly warm, soft body in his arms, his breath filled with the faint fragrance emanating from her.
In the quiet of the night, it seemed as if the whole world consisted only of him and her, and indeed, they were the only two people in this secluded valley.
The breathing in his arms was still a little erratic, and the warm breath gently brushed against his cheek, making Lin Feng's heart beat a few beats faster.
He opened his eyes and, in the dim moonlight, saw Tang Ya staring at him quietly with bright eyes. Realizing he had noticed her, Tang Ya quickly closed her eyes again, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Her adorable appearance made Lin Feng chuckle softly. He gently stroked her nose and asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong, Xiaoya? Can't you sleep?"
Tang Ya opened her eyes again, and this time, her eyes were faintly glistening with tears.
Lin Feng's heart tightened at the sight, and he quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, pulling her closer to him: "Why are you crying again?"
"Xiaofeng, I—I'm scared." Tang Ya finally voiced her long-suppressed unease, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled and choked with sobs, "For the past two weeks, I've been so, so afraid of hearing the news of your death at any moment—I'm afraid that this is all just a dream."
She looked up at him, her eyes blurry with tears, and asked, "Are we really together? You won't leave me, will you?"
Seeing Tang Ya's tear-streaked face in his arms, Lin Feng felt his heart clench. He wiped away her tears and held her tightly in his arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I'm going to take you to destroy the Iron Blood Sect and avenge your parents—"
Then we'll leave Shrek Academy and go see the world. As for the Tang Sect—”
He paused, his voice softening slightly: "The Tang Clan has completed its historical mission, and you should let it go too."
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"The Tang Sect—it's finished—" Tang Ya curled up in his arms, repeating softly, tears streaming down her face again. "I've been so tired these past years, now I only have you. Don't leave me, okay?"
"No," Lin Feng gently stroked her hair, his tone tender yet firm, "I will never abandon you again."
He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her smooth forehead: "Sleep, don't overthink it. Get some rest, I still need to make medicine for you tomorrow."
"Mmm." Tang Ya nestled against him, like a cat that had found its home, remaining motionless.
Lin Feng gently stroked her long hair and hugged her even tighter.
The touch of that kiss on her forehead and the warmth of his embrace filled Tang Ya with an indescribable sense of security and sweetness. It was as if, as long as she was by his side, she had no fear left.
It's time for her to relinquish the burden that has weighed on the Tang Clan for millennia.
From now on, she only wants to be with him.
Although a cool breeze was blowing through the valley, Tang Ya didn't feel cold at all. In recent years, no, in her entire life, she had never felt so relaxed.
The long-standing dependence and longing in my heart gradually transformed into a deeper determination.
She quietly made a decision, a decision about their future, a decision about each other —
"Xiaoya, you, I—" Lin Feng noticed Tang Ya's small hand moving downwards, and that all shyness had faded from her eyes as she gazed at him.
"It's alright," Tang Ya said, her fingertips gently stroking his cheek. Her voice was soft, yet clear and firm. "This was my own choice."
A whistling mountain wind swept by, and the blue-silver grass swayed in the breeze.
The chaotic winds gradually subsided late at night.
He needs to hurry up and refine the elixir.
Firstly, he needed to suppress the resurgence of dark power within Tang Ya's body; secondly, he himself had been drained of his strength by the Fire Dragon King's Dragon Soul and the Blue Silver Nether Flame, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was now penniless and in dire need of replenishment.
"There's no ready-made medicine cauldron—" Lin Feng looked around, and a somewhat startling idea popped into his head, "Then let's use this entire world as the cauldron!"
Although the damaged bones of the Fire Dragon King did not grant him any soul skills, they imprinted the supreme control over the fire element into his sea of consciousness.
This Fire Dragon King was originally a first-level deity, and his control over the fire element was no less than that of the Fire God, who was also a first-level deity.
In any case, within this Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, ten-year-old medicinal herbs are everywhere, like weeds, and there's simply no way to use them all.
Lin Feng made a grabbing motion in the air, and several medicinal herbs emitting a shimmering glow flew through the air and hovered in front of him.
The next moment, it was refined into a pure medicinal liquid by the Golden Crow True Fire.