Fang Xuan took a deep breath. "Lady Ning Xian, this is all for the sake of... saving you."
He muttered softly to himself as he reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against the collar of Ning Xian's disciple robes.
As he peeled back the fabric, the blood-soaked bandages underneath were revealed.
Fang Xuan cleared his throat twice, forcing himself to calm his mind.
Her skin was so pale... so delicate... so fragile...
But he was no ordinary man; this was merely a minor test of his resolve.
He reached behind Ning Xian's back, found the knot in the bandages, and gently unfastened it.
One turn, two turns... the stained strips of cloth began to loosen.
As the final layer was removed, the hideous wound at the center of her back was fully exposed.
He immediately hissed, drawing in a sharp breath.
The wound was deep; he could even see the faint, stark white glimmer of bone fragments.
Blood was still slowly seeping out, staining the mattress beneath her.
Because he needed to treat the wound on her back, Ning Xian's upper garments had been lowered almost to her waist.
Under the moonlight, the lines of her shoulders were clear, and the curve of her spine led downward toward the small of her back...
He gently shifted her body to better apply the ointment.
His gaze inevitably drifted elsewhere during the process.
For instance, toward her legs.
For convenience, Ning Xian had likely only thrown her disciple robes on loosely earlier. Below her waist... it seemed there was nothing else?
Or rather, only very thin undergarments.
As he moved her, a flash of fair skin caught his eye.
Fang Xuan instinctively found his gaze lingering, unable to look away.
...These legs... were quite impressive.
Their length, their lines... he felt as though he could admire them for ages.
Should he touch them? She wouldn't know anyway.
Stop it! Fang Xuan, get a grip.
This is the future ruthless villain who will destroy the world, and she is the task target you need to build favor with.
He shook his head violently, forcibly suppressing several inappropriate thoughts.
Calm down, stay calm...
He was a man with principles; taking advantage of someone while they were unconscious was not his style.
Furthermore, he had to consider what she would do later in the story...
He didn't know which author had given the next incarnation of Ning Xian a 'great love' template...
But it had resulted in her refining everything within a ten-thousand-mile radius, turning hundreds of millions of living beings into ash.
With such a ruthless person, if he took advantage of her now, he might not even know how he died later.
.......
Cleaning, applying medicine, and then carefully wrapping her in fresh, clean bandages.
Throughout the entire process, he made a concentrated effort to keep his eyes focused solely on his task, though his mind occasionally wandered back to her form.......
.......
【Behavior Judgment: 'Lowly Servant' Fang Xuan experienced a sense of suppressed anticipation and dutiful pleasure while treating his master's injuries.】
【'Training' behavior established!】
【Tending to the master's feet, training value +0.1!】
【Current 'Slave' Fang Xuan, total training progress: 0.01%】
Fang Xuan: "!!!"
His hand shook, nearly knocking over the nearby medicine bottle.
"System, are you sick in the head..."
The system's sudden voice had nearly scared him to death; he thought Ning Xian had woken up...
However, even though Ning Xian was unconscious, his small actions were still judged as training behaviors.
But 0.1? That was so little.
This training value was far too difficult to increase.
He looked at Ning Xian, whose brow was still furrowed even in her coma, and a guess formed in his mind.
Perhaps because she was unconscious, the judged value was very low?
What if she were awake...
Licking them then... no, that wouldn't work.
He was afraid that the moment he moved close, she would either kick him across the room or cut him down with a sword.
Besides, he still had some dignity... such a risk was too high and didn't fit a sustainable development strategy.
He brushed aside these chaotic thoughts and decided to test it again.
She was unconscious anyway; doing something... shouldn't be discovered, right?
It was primarily to test the system's mechanics, absolutely not for that 0.1 or anything else.
His gaze fell upon Ning Xian's graceful ankles.
He would just... move a little closer, simulating the thoughts he might have......
......
【Ding! Training value +0.1!】
【Ding! Training value +0.1!】
As expected! The results were consistent.
Fang Xuan straightened up and rubbed his chin, lost in thought.
It seemed that 'training' while she was unconscious was extremely inefficient.
To farm points, it had to be training while she was conscious.
But that brought him back to the original problem—he still cared about his dignity... though it wasn't entirely impossible...
"The road ahead is long and difficult..."
He sighed and tucked away those minor schemes.
He began to properly adjust Ning Xian's clothes, covering the parts that should not be seen.
As he refocused his attention on her wound and the pill, he felt the true extent of Ning Xian's current misery.
Her aura was weak, her spirit power was nearly exhausted, and she had fallen from the Void Core Realm all the way down to the Body Tempering Realm.
It was almost as if her cultivation had been completely crippled, forcing her to start from scratch.
For a once-genius cultivator, such a blow was likely more fatal than the physical pain.
Setting aside his flirtatious calculations, Fang Xuan couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy; the female lead was truly tormented in the early stages of the story.
No longer hesitating, he picked up the Nine-Revolution Soul-Restoring Pill, gently pried open Ning Xian's teeth, and placed the pill in her mouth.
The pill did not melt immediately upon entering her mouth, but simply sat there.
Next came the guidance of the medicinal power.
Fang Xuan sat cross-legged by the bed and focused his mind.
He currently possessed Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, which was one of the perks of his transmigration.
He had transmigrated with his physical body, and the system had likely made some adjustments, perfectly transferring the Late-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation of the original body to him.
As for the poor original owner of this body, half of him had been buried in the dirt, only for a deer to come by and fight him for it, a fight he hadn't even won.
Then the remaining half had been intended for the river, but as soon as it was thrown in, it was swallowed whole by a monster.
Sigh...
......
So, for him, using his own Late-Stage Foundation Establishment spirit power to guide the pill to dissolve within Ning Xian's body was not too difficult.
He extended his right hand, his palm slowly approaching the dantian at her lower abdomen......
.......
Time passed slowly.
Beads of sweat began to form on Fang Xuan's forehead.
This task seemed simple, but it was mentally exhausting.
It required continuous and precise control to ensure the medicinal power was effectively absorbed without overwhelming her currently fragile meridians.
After an unknown amount of time, the pill finally dissolved completely in his senses, and the pure medicinal power began to slowly repair her injuries.
Fang Xuan slowly withdrew his hand and let out a long breath.
Finished.
He could feel that although Ning Xian's aura was still weak, it was much steadier than before, and a very faint color had returned to her face.
"Forget it, I'll see this good deed through to the end." He walked to the table, and by the moonlight, he found paper and a brush to leave a note:
"The pill has been taken. Senior sister, please rest well. If you have any needs, you may call for Fang Xuan. — Left by your junior brother."
He pressed the note under the medicine bottle.
If he didn't leave this, who would know the good deed was his doing? He wasn't some anonymous martyr.
This wave of favorability should be maxed out now.
He gently pushed open the hall doors, walked out, and carefully closed them behind him......
......
Night had fallen deep, and a cool breeze brushed against his face.
Fang Xuan stretched his limbs, his bones cracking and popping.
He had done well today, and the beginner task was complete.
The system settled the training rewards at twelve o'clock every night; it was almost zishi now, and he was quite looking forward to it.
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