C15 Healing.

"What's the matter?" inquired Ye Qingmei.

Chu Qing looked serious, yet Ye Qingmei couldn't help feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"The assailant used a toxic technique; the poison gas has infiltrated your body with intense corrosiveness."

"To neutralize it gradually with your power would take at least six or seven days. But the formation's corrosiveness won't allow you to endure that long—it could completely decay your organs in just four days!"

Ye Qingmei's face registered profound shock as Chu Qing identified the poison. She had long pondered her affliction, focusing on its potent corrosiveness. She hadn't anticipated that Chu Qing, after only a brief examination, could ascertain that the ominous shadow within her was indeed poison.

Moreover, Chu Qing's timeline matched her own estimates, which were, at best, approximate.

"Is there a cure?" Ye Qingmei asked.

With a slight smile and brimming confidence, Chu Qing replied, "Absolutely! Once we extract the poison, the wound will heal on its own, and your life force will reconvene. There should be no significant issue."

"If I'm correct, your attacker expended a great deal of Innate Genuine Qi, leaving much of her strength lingering in you. This might also compromise her own abilities."

Ye Qingmei's astonishment deepened; Chu Qing's words mirrored the actual events. The attacker's power had indeed plummeted after the assault.

"We should start, though it may be somewhat painful," Chu Qing cautioned.

"You're selling me short," Ye Qingmei retorted.

She chuckled and snorted, but moments later, sweat began to trickle down her forehead.

"Why is it so painful?" she asked.

Chu Qing remained silent, his attention wholly on his hands—one placed over Ye Qingmei's chest, the other on her back.

His hands glowed with an eerie golden hue as his eyes gently closed. Simultaneously, torrents of Spiritual Energy flowed from his palms into Ye Qingmei.

"I'll start with the detoxification," he announced.

Sweat now drenched Ye Qingmei's forehead, the bedsheets soaked beneath her. Chu Qing's use of Spiritual Energy was excruciating, a torment not easily borne.

In the Alien World, Chu Qing had often healed himself this way, pain never factoring into his calculations.

Within Ye Qingmei, golden strands of Spiritual Energy encircled the dark poison. The golden energy worked its magic, causing the blackness to fade and reveal its true form.

The five dark spots Chu Qing had seen were, in fact, five exceedingly fine silver needles, forged entirely from Genuine Qi—a concept akin to the life-death talismans of the Maiden of Heavenly Mountain.

Having deciphered the wound's makeup, Chu Qing's brow furrowed even more. It was fortunate Ye Qingmei hadn't attempted to force the poison out; such action would have caused the needles to explode, hastening the poison's spread.

Under those circumstances, Chu Qing would have been helpless, unless he possessed the medicinal pills from his past life. Crafting such a remedy on Earth, however, was an incredibly daunting task.

Chu Qing had a method to resolve the issue at hand, albeit at a painstakingly slow pace. He needed to use his Spiritual Energy to methodically dissolve the silver needles, tackling only one at a time. Any excessive movement risked triggering the array formation to detonate.

"Can you dismantle this array formation?" inquired Ye Qingmei.

Having grown somewhat accustomed to the pain, Ye Qingmei engaged Chu Qing in conversation, hoping to distract herself from the discomfort.

"Be quiet," Chu Qing curtly responded, his attention unwavering from the intricate array formation before him. Distractions could lead to unpredictable consequences.

A flush crept over Ye Qingmei's cheeks; she was not used to being rebuffed by men. She had encountered many, but familial obligations had led her to marry Ye Chenxi's father.

And now, the hand of this young man rested upon her chest.

With meticulous care, Chu Qing channeled the golden Spiritual Energy, pushing his abilities to their utmost limit. As the energy gradually infiltrated, the black poison needle started to break down incrementally.

Yet, as the needle disintegrated, a stream of energy, dark as night, began to flow into his palm.

What could this be?

A glint of sharp curiosity shone in Chu Qing's eyes.