bookrebus Chapter 1847 Her Softness
Chapter 1847 Her Softness
Leaving the Hall of Talented Individuals, Mingchuan had a general idea of how to resonate with battle formations, and he was also relieved to discover Xu Qing, a promising talent.
He walked straight toward the core platform of the Observatory at the depths of the Suspended Palace, intending to contact Master Huineng.
On the one hand, they wanted to inform the Spirit Realm of their decision and progress; on the other hand, they wanted to find out the latest developments in the Holy Realm, especially whether there were any unusual movements at the Dragon Roar Temple and the Silent Extinction Zen Temple.
The corridor leading to the Observatory Platform was deep and quiet, with only the sound of his regular footsteps echoing.
Just as he rounded a bend and was about to step onto the platform entrance steps, a slightly unsteady figure hurriedly came from the other side, almost colliding with him.
"Jinman?" Mingchuan reacted quickly and reached out to support her.
Today, Jin Man was dressed in a practical outfit that allowed her to move around easily, but she could not hide the deep weariness in her eyes.
Her once charming and lively eyes were now somewhat unfocused, her face was unnaturally pale, and her breathing was slightly rapid.
She was still holding several jade slips that were shimmering with a faint light in her hand, clearly having just escaped from a heavy workload of coordination.
"Mingchuan?" Jin Man composed herself, recognized him, and forced a smile. "Why are you here? I was just on my way to the Observatory to check the feedback from the new control points in the Western Regions..."
Before she could finish speaking, her body suddenly swayed, her feet felt unsteady, and the jade slip in her hand almost slipped out of her grasp.
"Jinman!" Mingchuan's heart tightened, and he quickly supported her even more firmly. He felt that her arm was icy cold and her breathing was quite erratic. "What's wrong? You look so pale!"
"It's nothing... I'm just a little tired. I haven't had much rest these past few days..."
Jinman shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but the dizziness grew stronger and stronger, and the scene in front of her began to spin and blur.
"You still say you're fine!" Seeing her swaying precariously, Mingchuan scooped her up in his arms without a word.
"I'll take you to rest!"
"No...no, put me down! I can still walk...Jade Slip..." Jin Man subconsciously tried to struggle, but her whole body was weak and powerless, and her strength was like a tickle.
"I'll have someone handle the jade slip. You need to rest now!" Mingchuan said firmly, but looking at her soft, limp body nestled in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
During this period, he was busy traveling around, and all the affairs within the sect fell on Jin Man's shoulders.
It seems she couldn't hold on any longer, which is why she was so weak she was about to faint.
Mingchuan sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. When his gaze swept over Jinman's revealing clothes, he felt no desire, only heartache.
Fortunately, Jinman's residence is not far from the core area, and it is decorated in a simple and elegant style, which is slightly different from her usual charming and flamboyant style, and has a more tranquil feel.
Mingchuan carefully placed her on the soft bed, where she felt icy cold to the touch.
He immediately took out a nourishing pill from his storage ring, poured some spiritual spring water, and carefully fed it to her.
Then, he placed his palm on her back and gently channeled his pure spiritual energy into her, helping to regulate her disordered breathing and dispel the exhaustion and chill caused by overexertion of her mental and spiritual energy.
Jinman closed her eyes, feeling the warm and familiar power coming from behind her. Her tense mind, which had been taut for who knows how long, finally relaxed little by little, and a heavy fatigue overwhelmed her like a tide.
She stopped resisting and let herself indulge in this rare sense of security.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Jin Man's pale face finally regained some color, and her breathing became steady and long. Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was Mingchuan's handsome face, which was close at hand and filled with worry.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, maintaining the posture of channeling spiritual energy, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes focused.
“Mingchuan…” Jin Man said weakly.
Upon hearing this, Mingchuan raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. He saw that Jinman was limp and exhausted.
He quickly withdrew his hand and asked with concern, "Awake? How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
Seeing the obvious worry in his eyes, Jin Man felt a warm feeling in her heart. She pursed her lips and nodded, "I'm much better now, there's nothing serious."
Mingchuan shook his head helplessly: "You call this nothing serious? You are a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet you were exhausted to the point of fainting. If word got out, countless people would accuse my Wanchuan Sect of exploiting people."
Jin Man chuckled softly and said nothing more.
Seeing this, Mingchuan tucked the blanket around her and said, "Alright, you can rest here. Leave the rest to me, my master, and Luqiu and the others."
"Let them help you with some of the work; you really need to get some rest."
As he spoke, he turned around to pour her a cup of hot tea and then instructed someone to bring over some nourishing spiritual food.
Unexpectedly, just as he turned around and before he could take a step, his waist suddenly tightened.
A pair of soft, slightly cool arms gently wrapped around his waist from behind, and he pressed his face against his back.
Mingchuan's body stiffened slightly.
"Don't go..." Jin Man's voice came from behind, soft, with a rare hint of dependence and pleading, completely lacking the usual competence of the deputy sect leader or the cunning when he occasionally teased him, "Stay with me for a while, okay?"
Her arms were not tightly closed, yet they seemed to carry some invisible force, making it difficult for Mingchuan to break free.
The soft, warm fabric pressed tightly against his back.
Mingchuan's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little. He sighed and turned around, only to see that Jinman's originally capable eyes were filled with a pitiful glint of tears.
Where is the alluring succubus in this state? She looks like an extremely weak kitten in need of love and care.
Mingchuan shook his head helplessly, gently touched the top of her head, and rubbed her hair with his fingertips.
"You really are something... If you're tired, just rest. Why put yourself through this?"
"Get some rest. I'm not leaving; I'll stay here with you."
Having received his promise, Kimman seemed to relax completely, tightening her arms around his waist and burying her face deeper into his broad back, as if drawing strength from this solid support.
She didn't say anything more, but just held him quietly, her breathing gradually becoming even and long.
She had actually been thinking about this scene for a long time.
Ever since she first gave herself to Mingchuan, she had been fantasizing about having another brief, warm moment like this with Mingchuan.
But time flies by too fast, and there are too many things to do.
After Mingchuan brought Leng hope and the others from the human realm to the spirit realm, he never stopped to rest for a moment.
They gave her too little time, and the two of them... really became just like ordinary superiors and subordinates.
She didn't want it to be like this, but she understood Mingchuan's hardships.
I can only bury myself in various jobs.
I never imagined I would exhaust myself like this.
Thinking of this, Jin Man felt even more heartbroken. She held Ming Chuan tighter and tighter, her eyes welling up with tears that she had been holding back.