CHAPTER 567: CHAPTER 551: SICK SAN NIANG RIDES THE WHALE IN ANGRY SEAS

San Niang, who was explosive in battle, now clung tenderly and alluringly in the cold wind and rain, offering a warm and comfortable sensation that was irresistibly delightful.

Similarly, Zhao Changhe’s body was warm. San Niang, whose Inner Strength had yet to recover, was even shivering from the wind and rain, now hugging him greedily, longing for that bit of warmth.

The temperature of both bodies was rising. In the cramped space, the sound of heavy breathing mixed with the noise of the storm, indescribably romantic.

Zhao Changhe almost regretted that kiss... not because it was something he shouldn’t have done, but because the environment prevented them from going any further, leaving him even more frustrated.

The setting was really bad.

The ground was covered with the sand, stones, and weeds of a deserted island, sharp and uncomfortable; they leaned against rugged rocks with sharp edges everywhere, interspersed with countless shells, abrasive to the touch; above was a stone slab composed of shells, just dug up from the ground, filthy and smelly; on either side, the wind and rain poured in, cold and annoying.

The two were huddled together under the tiny shelter kissing, unable to take any further action.

But if it weren’t for such adverse conditions, how could this embrace for warmth have happened?

It just goes to show that everything has two sides.

Noticing that San Niang’s body was getting hotter, Zhao Changhe finally began to slowly pull away a bit. As soon as he did, the chilling wind rushed in sharply, San Niang shivered violently, instinctively snuggling closer to him as if she couldn’t bear for him to leave.

Zhao Changhe sensed something slightly amiss and probed San Niang’s body with his True Qi, indeed, she was starting to have a fever. He had thought their bodies were hot from kissing, but it turned out to be a sign of fever.

He had worried about this before, as her meridians were in disorder and far from healed, and her bones were still unhealed. She had been extremely vulnerable all day, so Zhao Changhe had kept reminding her not to wear wet clothes. They had finally breathed a sigh of relief after lighting a fire and taking the medicine, thinking that it was all over, yet she collapsed in the storm just before recovery.

Zhao Changhe resolutely kissed her again, this time abandoning desire and starting to transmit energy using the Ultimate Bliss Method for Dual Cultivation, passing his newly recovered bit of True Qi all at once into San Niang’s body.

A bit dazed, San Niang murmured, "Why isn’t your tongue moving? What are you blowing at?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

He remained still, but San Niang took the initiative to attack him. Zhao Changhe was amused and frustrated, holding back the itching in his heart, and focusing on stimulating the Dual Cultivation Technique, helping to repair her meridians and Dantian with the previously consumed medicine.

In her daze, San Niang also felt the changes within her body and became slightly more alert, soon realizing what she was doing.

This time, he was inside saving her life, and she was, embarrassingly, toying with him.

It was completely inappropriate, but San Niang couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable urge to laugh, not understanding why she felt so amused when she was almost completely taken advantage of.

If she ever told Vermilion Bird that she and his man hugged naked together all night, just kissing without doing anything else, would she believe it?

As this thought crossed her mind, San Niang burst out laughing, spraying her breath all into Zhao Changhe’s mouth.

Zhao Changhe: "?"

The self-afflicted San Niang, having not caught her breath, immediately fainted.

Yet even her unconscious face still wore a smile.

Zhao Changhe found it difficult to laugh or cry at this bizarre Guigui, unable to comprehend what she was thinking. There was nothing he could do at the moment, so he just shook his head and continued to embrace her, silently using his body to shield her from all the directions of the storm.

......

The next morning, the storm had not stopped, but it was slightly lighter than last night.

The entire sea area was covered in gray mist, thick and heavy; it was impossible to tell what hour of the morning it was.

San Niang awoke groggily, feeling warm all over, not sensing even a hint of the chill, and for a moment, thought she had been rescued back onto the ship.

But that wasn’t the case; it was still an extremely rudimentary space. Zhao Changhe enveloped her completely, nearly blocking all possible directions of the storm’s attack, tight and secure.

She looked up slightly and saw Zhao Changhe staring at the storm outside, lost in thought, not knowing what was on his mind.

He hadn’t slept... he had just stood guard over her without moving an inch.

San Niang’s heart quivered, forgetting the laughable sentiment from last night, replaced by ripples that stirred softly, warmly in her heart.

In truth, Zhao Changhe’s Divine Soul was weak, and he needed rest and sleep more than anything... Now, looking at him, his exhaustion was visibly evident.

As if sensing her awakening, Zhao Changhe seemed to come back to his senses, looking down at San Niang in his arms, and whispered softly, "Feeling any better?"

San Niang checked in with herself. Thanks to the effects of the Dual Cultivation Technique and the medicine, her meridians had largely recovered, and although her True Qi was not fully restored, it had improved significantly. Once a Martial Artist like her gained True Qi, the so-called wind-chill fever was not an issue at all, and it was swiftly dispersed and improved.

At that moment, San Niang’s mental state was excellent, so good that she felt she could kill an octopus herself.

As long as she had True Qi, even getting drenched in the storm for ten days wouldn’t matter, and she could go out now. It was just like how Zhao Changhe had protected her from the rain all night, which truly wasn’t a big deal for him.

Even though she was feeling fine, San Niang, for some reason, responded with a weak, "I still feel a bit feeble..."

Zhao Changhe thought she should be mostly recovered but couldn’t substitute his perception for the patient’s tiredness, so he could only say, "Then lie down a little longer."

San Niang felt a slight sense of guilt; his posture, curled up to protect her, was clearly uncomfortable, and his Divine Soul was weak and needed rest—he should be the one sleeping... Yet she really relished this feeling.

She sneakily glanced at Zhao Changhe’s expression; he seemed not to notice anything amiss and continued to gaze at the dim expanse of sea.

San Niang sighed with relief and whispered, "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Changhe said, "In this weather, the likelihood of friend or foe finding us is even lower. My spirit has not recovered, and your bones can’t sustain exertion for long, so now we truly have to prepare for a long-term life here. I’m thinking about how to use whatever resources we can find to build a shelter... The lack of wood on this island is the biggest headache, and there are too few stones of regular shape; building a stone house isn’t realistic."

San Niang pondered, "Both our problems are that we can’t exert ourselves for long, which is why we can’t return... But we could still travel short distances. Should we look around to see if there’s an island with wood? Otherwise, forget building a shelter, even keeping a fire going will be a problem, considering the scanty shrubs."

Zhao Changhe thought it was the only option, so he tried to say, "Then rest here, I’ll go out and look?"

San Niang, with some reluctance, could only say, "You’re weakened, be careful."

Zhao Changhe crawled out, laughing, "Don’t worry, I’m tough enough to kill a shark..."

Before he could finish, a huge shark surged onto the shore and bit into the octopus carcass.

"Damn..." Zhao Changhe quickly drew his sword, "Weren’t you raised at sea from a young age? I lack the experience and might overlook things, but how could you forget?"

San Niang felt embarrassed, "I’ve never been stranded on a deserted island before... and it’s been so many years since I’ve been by the sea, I forgot..."

The two, lacking survival experience on a deserted island, made various oversights. Such a carcass lying around for too long would indeed attract sharks, sooner or later—it was bound to happen, but they had been greedy for the soft cushion’s comfort and had never considered this.

After spotting the humans, the shark turned its head to attack directly.

Zhao Changhe swung his sword in a Divine Buddha Scattering strike, but as soon as his True Qi burst forth, he felt dizzy and almost tripped.

His Divine Soul hadn’t recovered at all, and bracing himself throughout the night only made his head spin more.

Just as he was about to concede defeat, a pale, jade-like hand reached from behind and casually pressed down on the shark’s snout.

The shark, "...?"

Such a delicate and tender hand possessed an unknown strength, and a casual press rendered it unable to move.

The hand transformed into a fist, and with a violent Beng Jin burst forth, the shark was battered bloodied with a punch, wailing as it retreated back into the water.

In the next moment, a fragrant breeze swept in, and San Niang wrapped herself in her outer garment, setting foot bare on the shark’s back and grabbing Zhao Changhe to stand beside her.

Under her feet, she injected some kind of True Qi direction into the shark, which pained it, prompting it to break waves and swim wildly away.

Zhao Changhe stood on the shark’s back, cruising through the wind and rain, feeling incredibly badass and thrilled, then turned his head expressionlessly to give San Niang a sidelong glance.

Who was pretending to be sick just now, claiming to be a bit weak, trying to continue to snuggle in a man’s embrace? That strength could have beaten me to death!

So is this story now called Lin Daiyu’s Reversed Willow Pulling, with San Niang’s Furious Sea Shark Riding?

San Niang, magnificent upon the shark and feeling its power, shrank back with an apologetic smile when he gave her that look.

"Still feeling weak?" Zhao Changhe asked.

San Niang took a step back with a smile, "A bit dizzy..."

Zhao Changhe asked, "Can you be distracted or not?"

With no clear context, San Niang strangely understood his meaning, tilted her head to look at the sky, biting her lower lip, "Yes."

The next moment, Zhao Changhe wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and kissed her fiercely.

San Niang instinctively raised her small fist to hit his chest, but as soon as she touched him, she lost her strength and her fists fell limply to her sides.

In the midst of the storm, a man and woman embraced and kissed atop a shark, with the shark shedding hot tears.

Where exactly do you two want to go, can you at least say something?