Upstairs, there was an exceedingly large living room.

In the middle of the living room, there was an ancient-looking incense burner.

From within the incense burner, wisps of blue smoke rose gently, filling the living room with an odd fragrance.

At the eastern end of the living room, there was a small wooden platform, covered with a lavish carpet.

A woman in a white dress and plain clothes was lying on the carpet, curled up.

She seemed to have been seriously injured, with her chest heaving and her breathing rapid, her whole body convulsing incessantly.

Yang Fei carefully walked over to the woman's side, calling out softly.

"Miss, are you alright, do you need help?"

Although Yang Fei called out to the woman, he dared not get closer to her.

Even now, Yang Fei had not forgotten the all-encompassing destructive whirlwind in front of the waterfall.

The woman continued to lie on the wooden platform, her body trembling slightly.

From her throat came intermittent moans of pain.

Yang Fei plucked up his courage, reached out to touch her shoulder, and turned her over.

This woman was indeed the one he had seen under the waterfall earlier in the day.

Her cheeks were as smooth as porcelain, completely void of color.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly.

Even though she was gravely wounded, the untouchable sanctity on her face still made Yang Fei dare not act rashly.

Yang Fei felt that the hand resting on her shoulder was burning hot, as if it were a red-hot coal.

Startled, he reached out to touch the woman's forehead.

He discovered that her forehead was frighteningly hot.

It seemed as though a volcano was hidden within her beautiful, graceful body.

Yang Fei could sense waves of Poisonous Fire wildly surging and burning inside her body.

"Damn it, where is this Female Tyrannosaur's brother? What should I do now?"

Yang Fei cursed anxiously to himself.

It should be said, this was the best moment for Yang Fei to escape.

However, seeing the woman in imminent danger, he could not bring himself to leave no matter what.

"What should I do? If this continues, she'll surely be burned to death by the heat wave inside her body."

Yang Fei paced frantically around the hall.

The woman's condition was nothing like a usual fever.

Even the most severe fever wouldn't produce such intense heat.

Suddenly, Yang Fei remembered something.

When he had first encountered this woman, she was practicing while sitting in the pool.

Could it be that the cool water of the pool could suppress the Fire Poison in her body?

Or, could this method possibly dissipate the heat?

Yang Fei hesitated no longer, bent down, and scooped up the woman.

The woman's body was unusually soft, as light as a feather.

Besides the strong scent of medicine, there was also a faint fragrance of a young girl coming from her.

Her face was scalding hot and frighteningly red.

Yet, a deadly pallor lingered around her eyes and brows.

Yang Fei let the woman's cheeks rest against his chest and strode towards the deep pond.

Yang Fei carried the woman for only a minute.

He then felt an abnormally burning energy pass from her body to his.

Yang Fei felt as though he was holding a large piece of glowing-hot Branding Iron.

The palms of his hands that touched the girl's skin felt as if they were about to burst into flames.

Yang Fei was horrified.

Such scorching temperature would have burned anyone else to cinders already.

It was fortunate that the woman could still endure it.

His hair had been slightly curled by the intense heat.

And his internal organs and Meridians also felt a peculiar burning energy.

However, Yang Fei was relieved that,

as he held the woman, her complexion improved slightly.

The pallor on her face receded bit by bit, and she no longer emitted painful moans.

All the way, Yang Fei only felt the heat waves inside the woman's body wash over him in waves.

With the Fire Poison attacking his heart, Yang Fei was drenched in sweat, his head spinning at intervals.

And his internal organs and Meridians felt bouts of burning pain.

The short distance of less than a kilometer, Yang Fei walked slower and slower, completely drained.

All his Essence Qi seemed to have turned into fuel.

It seemed that just a spark could set him ablaze, turning Yang Fei into a man of fire.

At this moment, Yang Fei stimulated his innate stubbornness.

He took deep breaths, decisively carried the woman on his back, and with all four limbs on the ground, he crawled step by step towards the edge of the pool.

Just then, a gentle and weak voice of the woman came to his ears.

"Fool, put me down, you will die like this."

Yang Fei's head was so hot that it was dizzy, and his vision blurred.

In his heart, he was fiercely determined.

It was already shameful for a strong man like him to be unable to defeat a woman.

Could he not even carry her to the pool?

A small part of the woman's Fire Poison had already transferred into Yang Fei's body.

Yang Fei felt as if the blood in his body had turned into magma, and his Essence Qi had become a fierce fire.

This Poisonous Fire, as if from hell, was grilling Yang Fei's flesh.

Such torment was much more painful than being fried in oil or dismembered.

Seeing that Yang Fei remained silent, the woman also stopped speaking.

The woman took a deep breath and began to regulate the Essence Qi inside her body.

As they were about to reach the water, Yang Fei could no longer hold on, and collapsed forward.

The powerless woman rolled off his back, landing right beside Yang Fei.

Yang Fei's vision went dark, stars bursting before his eyes.

But he still saw the woman's ethereal and pure face.

Yet the woman just stared blankly at the deep pool a hundred meters away, saying nothing.

The cool mist from the waterfall fell on their skin, refreshingly cool.

Inside Yang Fei, the heat was burning, his throat stinging.

He cursed, "Now I understand how fish die on the beach."

"Damn it, we are both fish on the beach."

The woman turned her face to look at Yang Fei.

She said faintly, "I had already warned you, you would die like this, regret it now?"

Yang Fei spit.

"Not to save, am I even a man then?"

The woman slightly smiled, yet turned her face away.

"Even if you saved me, don't expect me to be grateful."

Yang Fei didn't care about her.

He looked at the hundred meters of distance, which seemed as impassable as a moat.

He couldn't help but sigh.

The woman turned around, staring at Yang Fei.

Her eyes conveyed an indecipherable meaning.

For some reason, Yang Fei always felt a vague hostility from this woman toward himself.

At the same time, she also carried an indescribable sense of closeness.

These two incredibly complex emotions were intertwined, making them difficult to grasp.

The Poisonous Fire inside Yang Fei burned even fiercer.

This weird, combustive energy seemed specially designed to use Essence Qi as fuel.

The more vigorous his Xueqi, the faster his Essence Qi circulated, and the more vigorously the Poisonous Fire burned.

Yang Fei felt like he was about to burst.

He couldn't help but breathe rapidly, looking at the hundred meters of pool water, powerless.

Despair began to rise in his heart.

"I've survived bullets and bloodshed, and now am I going to be burned to death here?"

As if knowing his thoughts, the woman curled her lip and scoffed.

"Serves you right for showing off!"

Although she mocked Yang Fei, her eyes revealed concern.

Yang Fei became somewhat angry.

This ingrate woman, not knowing gratitude was one thing.

But to prattle on at this critical moment of life and death was extremely detestable.

He spit again.

"I may not be able to move, but I still have the strength to spit."

"Believe it or not, I'll spit all over your face?"

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