Chapter 164 Details
Jiang Tian's blood flames were unable to burn away the poison in his master's wife's body, and Zhou Shang had already begun to despair.
Over the years, Zhou Shang had tried countless ways to cure his wife.
He had even sought help from his former teacher, Ji Qiudao, but to no avail.
Mulan's talent and potential were even stronger than Zhou Shang's, so Ji Qiudao had naturally put a lot of effort into trying to save her.
Unfortunately, barely keeping her alive was already the limit of what could be done.
The greatest problem with Mulan's condition was that the Red Realm King had risked his own life to seriously injure her, leaving behind a fire poison that continued to burn.
The fuel for this fire poison was life itself.
To prevent it from burning away her life too quickly, her only option was to allow the fire poison to burn her blood and energy instead.
For years, Mulan had been unable to fight.
She had to rely on the low temperature of this specially designed room to suppress the intensity of the fire poison, slowing its consumption of her blood and energy.
For who knew how many years, she could only stay in this room, often falling into deep sleep.
Because of the fire poison, Mulan's blood and energy were constantly being burned away. She had no way to cultivate or improve her strength—only to endure the slow decline.
But as the years passed, the fire poison in her body became purer and stronger.
Her own power remained stagnant, and eventually, her blood and energy were no longer enough to keep the fire poison at bay.
Over the past two months, the fire poison had started to consume her vitality instead.
This was why Mulan had said earlier that she didn't have much time left.
But now, Zhou Shang found hope again in his apprentice, Jiang Tian.
Mulan, lying on the bed, remained calm. She simply smiled and took the dish from Jiang Tian's hands.
"Mmm~" She inhaled the rich aroma deeply, her expression one of pure enjoyment. "It smells amazing. I can't remember the last time I smelled something so delicious."
"But… has our human breeding technology improved so much? This pig's foot is huge."
"And why do the joints on this pig's foot seem longer than normal?"
Although she found it strange, she still took a bite.
The moment the meat entered her mouth, it felt as though a great drum had begun beating in Mulan's chest.
A surge of warmth spread through her body, even in the freezing room.
But along with that warmth, the fire poison inside her began to stir.
For years, the fire poison had burned silently inside her, always consuming, always lingering.
But now, as she ate this dish, she felt something new—it was as if the fire poison had been given fuel.
It burned hotter, but… it also felt purer, more controlled.
"Is my injury really getting worse?" Mulan was surprised. But she quickly pushed that thought aside.
The dish was too delicious.
She hadn't had an appetite in years, yet this seemingly simple braised pig's trotter had completely captivated her taste buds.
Before she realized it, she had finished the entire trotter.
Still unsatisfied, she glanced at Jiang Tian.
Jiang Tian, ever the observant chef, noticed her lingering hunger.
Smiling, he took out more dishes from his space ring—various delicacies he had prepared using red pork.
Mulan's appetite was astonishing.
In a short time, she had eaten enough food for five people.
Only after finishing did she finally come back to her senses, feeling a little embarrassed.
It was hardly appropriate for an elder to lose herself in front of a younger generation like that, eating as if she had been starving.
But then she quickly dismissed the thought.
Jiang Tian was family. There was no need to be so reserved.
"Kid, you really know how to cook. Your skills are incredible," Mulan said, smiling warmly at Jiang Tian.
Jiang Tian was pleased with the praise, but there was something more important at the moment.
"Master's wife, how do you feel now?" he asked. "Has your condition worsened?"
Mulan chuckled. "I just felt the fire poison burn hotter and become more refined."
"I never expected your cooking to be so miraculous—it can even refine fire poison…"
She stopped mid-sentence.
Her expression shifted as she began to carefully examine the changes within her body.
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Zhou Shang, who had been watching closely, noticed his wife's strange reaction.
He was about to ask what was wrong when she raised a hand to stop him.
"Ah Shang, wait a moment."
Then, she closed her eyes, fully focusing on her body.
Seeing this change, Zhou Shang's heart filled with hope.
But he dared not speak.
He was afraid that this hope would be crushed once again.
If his apprentice's miraculous dish couldn't help his wife…
Just as Zhou Shang was drowning in worry, he suddenly saw blood energy bursting from Mulan's body.
Boom!
A powerful pressure erupted, filling the room instantly.
The sheer force of it was overwhelming—it was the presence of a War Emperor!
But Jiang Tian wasn't affected in the slightest.
To him, it was like a gentle breeze, barely noticeable.
Even though he didn't fully understand what was happening, one thing was clear:
Mulan was powerful.
Much more powerful than his teacher.
Zhou Shang, however, was alarmed.
Mulan's condition shouldn't allow her to release blood energy like this.
Her blood and energy were already close to depletion.
Using them so recklessly could aggravate her injuries and completely break the delicate balance in her body.
He was about to stop her when Mulan suddenly opened her eyes.
She let out a soft breath.
Jiang Tian immediately noticed the difference in her gaze.
Before, Mulan's eyes had been calm—resigned, almost.
She had accepted that death was coming.
But now, there was something else.
A spark of determination.
Hope.
His dish had helped.
The fire poison wasn't cured yet, but there was a change.
And that change was enough to bring back her will to survive.
Jiang Tian waited.
The details were still unknown.
But his master's wife would soon tell them exactly what had changed.