Lock you in the Throat

The words may be coarse but the meaning is not crude.

Yi Feng frowned as he walked back, continuing to curse and swear, "Don't think you're so great just because you're a cultivator. I just saved you and got a mouthful of stinky scolding in return. If it wasn't for me this time, you'd be crying by now!"

"Humph, it's only because you helped me once before that I bothered to care about you at all," the White Clothed Woman responded frostily.

A mere mortal actually daring to lecture her?

Although she felt uncomfortable inside, she had to admit that this mortal had just saved her.

"Hey, you still look unhappy about it?"

Yi Feng said impatiently, "Fine, you helped me before and I helped you this time. We're even now. You just stay here by yourself. I guarantee you won't last long before some beast eats you up, passes you through its intestines and stomach, digests you, and finally craps you out."

"No matter if you're some cultivator or great beauty, in the end you'll still turn into a pile of shit."

Yi Feng waved his hand dismissively and left without any hesitation.

So what if she's a cultivator?

So what if she's good looking?

When she got injured wasn't she still useless garbage? Wasn't she still in need of his help to be saved?

Not even a word of thanks. Just giving him that cold face. He certainly wasn't going to pamper her.

Yi Feng's words swirled in the White Clothed Woman's mind. Her beautiful face was filled with distaste.

Death.

She did not fear it.

But if she really ended up getting eaten by a beast, then turned into feces as Yi Feng described, that would be something she absolutely could not accept.

As she watched Yi Feng's departing back, she finally couldn't help calling out, "Come back."

"What is it?"

Yi Feng glanced back as he asked.

The White Clothed Woman gritted her teeth before responding, "I misunderstood you earlier, sorry."

"Wouldn't it have been better to have this attitude from the start?"

Yi Feng rolled his eyes at the woman, before begrudgingly walking back and squatting down in front of her.

"So how bad are your injuries really?"

Yi Feng asked.

"Not good."

The White Clothed Woman murmured softly after a brief hesitation.

"I heard that you cultivators can heal yourselves. Is that true?" Yi Feng continued asking.

"Mm."

The White Clothed Woman nodded.

"Then how long will it take for you to recover from these injuries?"

The White Clothed Woman furrowed her brows and said, "I can't recover in a short period of time. My opponent was a six-tailed bull demon skilled in mystical arts that can seal my meridians."

After speaking, she felt like she didn't need to tell this ordinary mortal so much. So she added, "You don't need to worry about this. I'll take care of the injury issues myself when the time comes."

"What do you mean don't need to worry about this?"

Yi Feng immediately retorted, "Right now we're together. If your injuries aren't resolved, to put it bluntly, you're a burden!"

Frost spread across the White Clothed Woman's beautiful face.

"What, am I wrong?"

Yi Feng said impatiently, "With your abilities sealed and unable to heal yourself, isn't this situation precisely one where you're a burden?"

The White Clothed Woman was rendered speechless.

For this ordinary mortal to refer to her as a burden left her fuming with anger, yet she was unable to refute him.

"Alright."

Yi Feng shook his head and sighed, "I might not be able to do anything about those internal injuries and seals, but let me take a look at those external injuries."

As Yi Feng spoke, his palm reached toward the White Clothed Woman.

"What are you trying to do?"

The White Clothed Woman's expression changed as she looked at Yi Feng warily and said, "Don't move."

"Stay still and let me take a look at your injuries," Yi Feng said with a stern face.

As he spoke, his palm moved toward the White Clothed Woman's chest. Seeing the distrust in her eyes, Yi Feng added, "Don't worry, I know medicine. It seems like you have broken ribs, which will be a big problem if not treated properly and will affect your movement."

Hearing this, the White Clothed Woman hesitated for a long time. Seeing Yi Feng's serious expression, she reluctantly agreed and allowed his palm to make contact.

Yi Feng's palm landed on the White Clothed Woman's chest, causing her body to involuntarily tremble slightly.

Feeling this unfamiliar warmth, an indescribable expression appeared on her beautiful face. This was the first time a man had such intimate contact with her, moreover an ordinary mortal.

But judging from Yi Feng's actions, he really seemed to be examining her injuries. And although his hand was touching her in a private area, it did not wander or grope about randomly. So she gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Mm!"

After repeatedly confirming, Yi Feng nodded solemnly and said, "Luckily, your ribs seem to only be cracked. No other areas appear to have significant fractures. As expected, you cultivators have formidable defenses!"

"So what can be done to recover mobility?"

The White Clothed Woman couldn't help asking.

"Just needing some time to recuperate should allow you to walk again," Yi Feng replied.

Hearing this, the White Clothed Woman nodded.

After a brief hesitation, she said, "Thank you."

This expression of gratitude was much more sincere than before.

She could feel that Yi Feng was indeed helping her.

But the next moment, she saw Yi Feng squat down with his feet on the ground and butt pointing at her in a half-squatting position.

"What are you doing?"

The White Clothed Woman couldn't help asking.

"What else could I be doing? Hurry up and get on," Yi Feng yelled impatiently.

"You...you're going to carry me on your back?"

The White Clothed Woman was stunned, then quickly shook her head and said, "No need."

"No wonder there's a saying that a woman's existence only hinders the speed of drawing a blade. Even a cultivator like you is acting so womanly. Can you just cooperate smoothly for once? Saying no need, if not this then how are you going to walk?" Yi Feng said with a darkened face.

The White Clothed Woman's expression was extremely ugly.

This mortal actually dared to yell at her again.

Usually the people she met, let alone ordinary mortals, even Martial Venerables and Martial Saints wouldn't dare to breathe loudly in front of her. Yet this person had shouted and scolded her over and over.

"You dare speak to me like this, a mere insignificant mortal. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

As she spoke, her face suddenly turned cold and a surge of killing intent rushed at Yi Feng.

But Yi Feng extended a hand and directly pinned the White Clothed Woman's palm to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

The White Clothed Woman tried to struggle but completely lacked any strength. Her face flushed red as she stared fixedly at Yi Feng.

"With your current condition, you still want to kill me? And keep calling me a mere mortal? What's wrong with being a mere mortal? Have I eaten rice from your family? You should know that right now you're inferior even to this mere mortal," Yi Feng said coldly.

The White Clothed Woman was stunned with disbelief.

This mortal's audacity was really too much. He actually dared to...

"You're still glaring?"

Just as she thought this, Yi Feng suddenly exerted more force and said heavily, "Do you believe me if I just strangle you directly and f*cking choke you to death first?"

Hearing this made the White Clothed Woman's teeth itch with anger, but right now she was completely helpless against Yi Feng.

"If you want to live, drop that damned arrogance first."

After berating harshly, Yi Feng released the White Clothed Woman and squatted down in front of her again. At the same time he shouted, "Hurry up and get on my back!"