Tiankui

At the same time.

A new, warm liquid silently trickled down the inside of her thigh.

“Plink…”

It dripped onto the cold floor, blossoming into a bright red flower of blood.

“Wuwu~”

Lu Qiancha’s tears rolled down like broken strings of pearls, large and helpless.

It was too painful.
It was a real, soul-trembling agony.

It hurt so much that she could barely utter a complete sentence.

Lu Qiancha gritted her teeth, trying to push herself up from the floor, but her body wouldn’t obey at all.
She had no strength.

She futilely circulated her spiritual energy, frantically looking inward, trying to find the source of the pain.

Meridians? Intact!

Dantian? As steady as a rock!

Organs? Nothing abnormal…

She tried to use her own techniques to suppress the pain, but her spiritual energy was like a clay ox entering the sea, only bringing a faint, stabbing pain in her dantian in return.

‘Why is this happening?’

Lu Qiancha was at a loss.

‘Am I going to die?’

Despair, like a cold, dark tide, quickly engulfed her consciousness.

Lu Qiancha lay weakly on the floor, her silent sobs turning into intermittent, tearful cries.

With her last shred of consciousness, she took out her Jade Signet and, with trembling paws, sent an extremely short, almost last-words-like message to Gan Tang and Xun Xue.

As for her master… she gritted her teeth and forced herself to make up an excuse: “Master, this disciple has encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation and wishes to travel far and wide to train.
I may be gone for a long time.”

The moment the message was sent—

“BOOM—!!!”

The door was violently smashed open.
Xun Xue and Gan Tang’s figures, like two gusts of wind, arrived one after another, rushing in with a nearly distorted panic.

Their gazes instantly locked onto the little wolf girl curled up on the floor, her face pale, with a glaring red stain spreading beneath her.

‘Mother, junior sister…’

Lu Qiancha’s hazy blue eyes struggled to focus, a flash of attachment in them.
Her lips moved, wanting to say goodbye, but the pain was so intense that she couldn’t utter a single complete word.

“Senior brother!!”

Seeing Lu Qiancha and the blood beneath her, Gan Tang’s heart lurched violently.
Her voice was so shrill it almost changed pitch: “Senior brother, hang in there! I’ll take you to a doctor!”

At that moment, a long, powerful hand firmly pressed down on her shoulder.

“Don’t panic!” Xun Xue’s voice was calm.

“Auntie!” Gan Tang was so anxious she could almost gnash her teeth.
Her eyes were filled with panic: “Senior brother is bleeding so much! Let me take her to the Pill Cauldron Peak to see a doctor.”

“Listen.” Xun Xue’s gaze was as sharp as a knife, her speech rapid but clear: “Go to the kitchen now and boil a pot of boiling water.
Chop this piece of brown sugar, then peel two pieces of old ginger, slice them, add a spoonful of water, and boil for ten minutes.
Bring me a bowl of brown sugar ginger soup.”

As she spoke, Xun Xue had already stuffed a dark red, crystalline sugar block and a small piece of thick-skinned old ginger into Gan Tang’s hand.

“Oh, oh, oh, okay, Auntie!”

Although Gan Tang’s mind was a mess, Xun Xue’s unquestionable command was like the only straw she could grasp.
There was no more questioning or delay.
Her figure shot out like an arrow leaving the bow, rushing towards the kitchen with a whoosh of air.

Almost at the same time, Xun Xue had already stepped forward, gently scooping Lu Qiancha up, wrapping her tightly in a thick, soft flannel blanket, and placing her back on the warm bed.

Incidentally, Xun Xue also changed the blood-stained mattress.

“Wuu…”

Feeling the familiar warmth, Lu Qiancha could only let out a helpless whimper like a young animal, tears still silently rolling down the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t be afraid, you’ll be fine.”

Xun Xue sat by the bed, tightly wrapping her cold little paws in her own warm hands, repeatedly and gently rubbing the slightly cold acupoints on her palms with her fingertips.

A moment later.

“Here it is, here it is!”

Gan Tang, holding a bowl of ginger-sugar water, handed it to Xun Xue.

Xun Xue circulated her immortal energy, and the boiling ginger-sugar water instantly cooled to a slightly hot, palatable temperature.

“Come…” She helped the weak Lu Qiancha, who could barely sit up straight, to lean against her.

She steadily brought the bowl of soup, which exuded a rich aroma of ginger and sugar, to Lu Qiancha’s lips.
“Open your mouth… drink it…”

“Gulp, gulp.”

Lu Qiancha took small but continuous sips of the slightly hot ginger-sugar water.

The effect was almost immediate.
A gentle, warm current with a hint of spiciness rose from Lu Qiancha’s stomach and softly spread out.

It gently soothed the bone-gnawing pain that was like a jumble of ice needles in her lower abdomen, layer by layer.

“Phew…”

Lu Qiancha let out a long, turbid breath, as if a thousand-pound stone had been lifted from her.
Although she was still very weak, the pain in her body had been reduced to a tolerable level.

“Thank you…”

Lu Qiancha turned to the side and threw her entire small body into Xun Xue’s embrace.

Her two small paws used all the strength she could muster at this moment to hug Xun Xue’s waist tightly.

“Mother.”

She buried her face deep in Xun Xue’s cold, frosty-smelling embrace, her voice muffled, thick with a nasal tone, and a mixture of gratitude, lingering fear, grievance, and an unprecedentedly huge trust.

‘If it weren’t for Xun Xue, I probably would have died silently in my little room today.’

‘If there really was such a thing as a favorability rating in the world, a glittering golden Xun Xue favorability +∞ and a Gan Tang favorability +10 would probably pop up above Lu Qiancha’s head.’

The heart that had almost leaped out of Gan Tang’s throat finally fell back into place with a “thump.”

She could finally ask the question that had been weighing on her mind: “Aun… Auntie…” Her voice was still trembling, “Senior brother… what on earth is going on? She’s bleeding so much.”

“It’s her period.”

Xun Xue glanced at Gan Tang and said softly.

“Ah… oh.”

Gan Tang felt as if a basin of warm water had been poured over her head.
Her suspended heart instantly fell back into place, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
‘So it’s just her period.’ The blood on the floor just now had scared half her soul away.

‘Eh… wait a minute.’

Gan Tang secretly glanced at Lu Qiancha.
‘If senior brother can have her period, doesn’t that mean… she can have babies now?’

Gan Tang shook her head violently, forcibly crushing this overly dangerous thought in its bud.
She quickly composed herself and took out a soft, thick menstrual cloth with a noticeably fluffy cotton filling from her storage pouch and handed it to Xun Xue: “Auntie, use this.”

Xun Xue nodded slightly, deftly took the folded cloth and cotton, and placed it within reach on the bedside table.
Then, her fingertips had already reached for the elastic waistband of Lu Qiancha’s underpants.

But before she started, Xun Xue ordered Gan Tang at the side, “Gan Tang, go wash this mattress.”

“Oh…”

Gan Tang’s footsteps paused.
How could she not understand that this was clearly to send her, an ‘outsider,’ away…

‘Even a gentleman needs to be wary?’

‘Honestly.’

Gan Tang pouted, but in the end, she still took the blood-stained mattress to the backyard to wash.

Gan Tang’s figure disappeared outside the door.

Lu Qiancha watched Xun Xue’s movements and shyly covered her eyes with her paws.

Lu Qiancha tilted her little face up and watched Xun Xue’s fingertips prepare to move down.
A hint of shyness instinctively flashed in her blue eyes.
She subconsciously raised her two small paws and tightly covered her own eyes.

“Lift your legs.”

Although she wasn’t quite sure what Xun Xue was going to do, her unreserved trust in Xun Xue made her not only not resist at all, but even her body was extremely cooperative in slightly lifting her hips.

Xun Xue took out a new set of pajamas and changed Lu Qiancha.
The blood-stained nightgown was thrown into the rattan basket to be washed later.

Then, Xun Xue placed the special thick cotton cloth very neatly and appropriately where it should be.

A feeling of tight wrapping was transmitted to Lu Qiancha’s mind.